“Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.”
Dean Koontz 

If you’ve been friends with me for any amount of time, you know how much I love dogs. There’s not much that’s better than the love and companionship of a dog. Since living in Florida, not having any kind of pet to love on has been very hard on me. I’ve always had cats or dogs at home, and have needed a Florida pet. 

Back in June, we gained a wonderful addition to our family. Because of some emotional events, my roommates did a wonderful thing and we all loaded into the car and drove to the animal shelter. I couldn’t leave without a dog. I couldn’t handle leaving empty-handed. But as we went from kennel to kennel, all the dogs I wanted to fall in love with were breeds not allowed in my apartment, or were already adopted. 

I hate going to the animal shelter because I want to bring everyone home. Everyone is so sad, hoping to be chosen. What makes me the most sad is seeing the so-called “aggressive” breeds who are just the opposite. These dogs are friendly and so excited to see people, but will never get adopted because of the fear. 

I really wanted a pug. There was one that had shown up on the website, but she was already adopted. Whatever dog I got didn’t have to be a pug, but I was disappointed. There were a few small dogs we fell in love with in our search; some small, Maltese/Shih Tzu-type dogs like I had back home. Adopted or had families looking seriously at their kennels. At this point, I was getting very discouraged and sad, thinking I wouldn’t find my dog. Ryan suggested we go to the other side of the shelter. I said no at first, because that side had mostly bigger and less-cuddly canines, and I didn’t want to go through more disappointment when my dog wasn’t there. 

But she was. 

She was in a kennel at the end of the row, and when j saw her, I knew. Her paper said nothing to insinuate her adoption, so we signaled a volunteer to let us see her. As soon as we got her out, a woman in charge came out to tell us she wasn’t able to be adopted that day. Instead, they were taking her to an on-site adoption event the next day, but would put our name on her for the first hour. I worked all that day, but my roommates offered to pick her up in my place. They said when they went back to get her the next day, her ears perked up and she recognized them. She knew her new family was there to take her home. 

And that is how I got my Twix. 

She’s a beagle mix, and we think she’s mixed with cocker spaniel or something similar. But she is 60 pounds of fat, fur, and love. Twix is the best dog I could ask for. Getting a shelter dog, I was very nervous about having a lot of behavior problems or just adopting a dog that isn’t emotionally attached to us. Once Twix got used to us and settled, she has been just the opposite. She isn’t aggressive, she’s very well potty trained, and she knows her family. Twix has been an absolute blessing to me, and I have my roommates to thank for that.



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