Prior to my new dog’s adoption, my sister and I would often go and visit the animals that were crated outside Petco and up for adoption by their foster families. The past three weekends of April we had gone to look around and tease ourselves with the thought of a new dog, we had met a sweet Jack Russell. Now, sweet she was affectionate, well-tempered, and lovely, but as we say in my house, she was a “hot mess”. This dog had vampiric teeth that stuck out from under her top lip accenting her white beard below and scruffy hairs flying from all directions of her head and limbs. But something in my heart saw that dog and of course fell in love. On that April twenty-ninth, my parents were about an hour away from our Petco. My sister and I called
