Earlier this week I was officially declared a Final Refuge dog by Old Dog Haven. It took a little while to sink in. That means I get to stay at Asherpark forever, as long as I live. I won’t be put up for adoption. I will grow old and die in a place I have come to call home.
No more shelter time. No more lonely hours in a cage wondering if someone would ever come for me. I never knew if I was in the shelter because I did something wrong or maybe because no one wanted me. I’m not the prettiest dog.
While I was at at the shelter some of the younger dogs were adopted. I was glad for them but sorry no one considered me. When I left the shelter I was all mixed up. I didn’t know where I was going or who would be my boss. Then a man and lady took me home. I met Ash and Tess.
I didn’t know how to act so I got all aggressive with Ash. I’m sorry I did that. Ash is a good guy and we get along fine now. He likes to have a good time. He’s teaching me how to run the fence line and bark at the goats.
I’m still living a dream at Asherpark. My people seem to really care about me. The lady holds my head close to her and tells me that she loves me. I never knew what love felt like before. It feels like someone always looking out for you, gentle belly rubs and a kiss on my old snout before I go to sleep. I like love.