I don’t think I need to explain my weak spot for animals. My Instagram is saturated with pet pictures. Given the resources, my dream would be to own a lot of land and open up a no-kill animal shelter, whiling away the hours making sure all the lost, dejected, and unwanted animals know what it is like to be loved. Alas, that’s not in the cards for me until I win the PowerBall.
Bella, Moose, and Buffalo were all rescues, and now we’re once again expanding. Last week, Mike traveled to northern Virginia to bring home an 8-week-old English Lab. A purebred pup. Not a rescue. I’ll always be an advocate for adopting from shelters, but this will be “Mike’s dog,” and I feel happy knowing we can offer this little boy a good home, something all animals deserve, not just rescues.
I’m certain this won’t be the last critter to come home with us, and there will still be plenty of animals that need rescuing when the times comes. Until then, I’ll make sure this puppy gets everything he needs.