Saturday on our run (Brooks ran and I rode my bike) we saw this dog run across a busy street.
We took her to the shelter and found out (micro-chipped) the owner didn't want her. We had the option to turn the dog in or keep it. Brooks was thrilled and I wasn't really. He even named her, twice. We had 13 days to make up our minds so we took her home with us. Long story short...she was back at the shelter as soon as it opened the next morning. I think I haven been awakened to the awesomeness of our dog (lets keep that singular for a while) after having been exposed to a dog that is not awesome. I LOVE my Zibby!