Pekinese / Pomeranian Mix
The day that my dad and I buried Pepper I went to
Green Hill Humane Society and adopted a Pekinese/Pomeranian
mix that I named Fuzzy.
The girl that owned Fuzzy I truly believe that she loved him but just
didn’t understand the huge responsibility of owning a dog.
Therefore for three years he stayed outside in a kennel with no interaction
with anyone except when the girls mother fed Fuzzy.
When I adopted Fuzzy at age three he was Totally wild and
out of control and of course not housebroken.
It took a year of training and bonding.
The happy news is that I now use Fuzzy as a service dog.
What that means is that because of my panic disorder Fuzzy is
by law allowed to accompany me in all public places and on all forms
of public transportation.
Fuzzy and I also go to local schools and business to make the
public aware of service animals and the abuse and
neglect of all animals.
Moral of this story?
There is always happiness in pain.
It is your responsibility to find
that happiness.
Cindy
Fuzzy |