So yes after the loss of Chelsy, I just felt so empty. My house was unusually quiet and I felt as if a piece of me were missing. After several weeks I woke up one day and decided I'd go to the Humane Society and "just look". I promised myself I would not get a dog, just to get a dog. As a responsible pet owner I realize this is a lifetime commitment which required serious thought. I was there for about 2 hrs and felt a connection towards this quiet little guy who didn't give me the time of day. Somehow when we met properly in the "meeting room" it just felt right. I knew he was the dog for me. I had to go back 3 times but I finally brought him home and named the 1 yr old Brittany Spaniel "Canon". Yes, Canon like the camera. Anyhow by day 2 Canon knew his new name and got along just fine with the other pets of the household. So far we're still working on them liking him but that's another story. Bottom line is I'm in love with this sweet boy and I find myself wondering how anyone could ever let go of such a smart & lovable dog. In the 1 month which I've had him he's learned: Stay, Come, Go to bed, Up, Off, Ice, Dinner and just last week "Roll over". He has kept my mind, heart, and life busy and once again I feel as if I've got some sort of purpose. I guess there are needs only a 4 legged friend could meet. People say he is lucky to have found a great home with me, but deep inside I feel as if I am the lucky one to have found him. I couldn't possibly have known another dog could make me feel this way, but I guess that is just the circle of life. We love our pets until they are ready to leave us and then we must learn to open our hearts and love again.
