Re: My friend and I both have dogs. Here's some pictures.

Ashley is one of my good friends since preschool.  She recently obtained a pomeranian (sp) named Lily.   Lily is obviously the pampered girl in the family. As you can tell in the picture, she has already developed an acquired, yet fabulous taste. :D

And now,  a mutt named Curly.   But, wait.  Curly has a story that I would like to share with all of you.

My dog isn't a purebreed. Purebreeds, although lovely, aren't that much of a big deal for me to have right now. I actually choose adoption because I believe in opening my home and my heart to somewhere a dog has probably never had. It's also because I've always believed in second chances. Not only for him/her, but for myself. My dog is a mixed breed, or a mutt. A springer spaniel. I've adopted my dog at a local animal shelter ages back when he was four. He's ten now. I adopted him on Sunday, following church. I walked to the dog quarters, as it was called, and stood by the fence. My appearance started all of this hysteria among all of the dogs around me. They either barked, or headed as far as they could so I can see them, visit them, or better - adopt them. It was going to be someones lucky day. I was going to rescue one dog from a previous miserable life. And that was my exact goal in mind. Curly walks ahead of me. He hasn't barked f or the longest while. Unless it's with a stranger and he still gets squeamish when he's around children. The shelter later tells us that like alot of the dogs at the shelter, he's been abandoned. Apparently, in his past days, Curly has been well-trained since he excels quite well in the basic commands and then some. But, he's also been beaten. A kind man has brought him and another dog into shelter, via pick-up truck. But Curly had to be carried. Curly arrived to the shelter in such unkempt condition that his ears were literally tapered back and his fur was quite matted, as if they were glued like that or something. He literally limped into the shelter until they cleaned him up. I've realized I want alot of things in life. And I have bumped into a few people who will only desire and want a particular thing that they have been lusting after. otherwise they don't want anything. While that's true for me sometimes, remember when I mentioned about my big, warm heart? I believe in second chances. At present day, one could note the sadness in Curly's eyes. But, he is a fighter. And I believe that everyone who must fight for something in life, does deserve a good payout in the end. This is Curly's chance. I adopted him when he was four. He's ten now and little by little, he's adjusting and loves me. He's even starting to adjust to strangers, especially little children who want to pet him, although he'll never forget. This is my dog, Curly... :)