South of Sunnyside

Before we adopted Hercules from Animal Rescue of Fresno, Kim had never lived with an in-door dog (notice that I avoid the use of a reference to ownership of the dog, as dogs own us).

It didn’t take long for the addiction to consume her. Before moving out of her parents’ basement and into a home of our own, we had adopted Bella, and just seven months later we let Darla move in. With three dogs now sleeping on the bed, I drew the line (which Kim has tried to cross countless times since).

She claims she now has some sort of radar and can sense when a dog is loose in her vicinity. I’m doubtful, but whether she’s found a sixth sense or not, we made room for a runaway on Friday night. She was cute, but I insisted that Kim take her in to the SPCA on Saturday.

Fortunately, the dog had been rescued before, marked with a chip, and re-named Hope. She needed a bit of medical attention for a flea allergy and an infected ear, but the SPCA assured Kim they’d be in touch with Hope’s family.

Good thing, too, because she was damn cute.

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