I Found Myself in My Dogs
My first real pet was my dog, Piper. She was a chocolate lab/pitbull mix; vibrant, loving, and gentle. My family adopted her from a shelter in 2005. At the time, she was roughly four years old, abused, starving, and just recovering from delivering a third litter of puppies. She looked so small and helpless, wedged in the crate. My family did not know it at the time, but we were going to change her life for the better, and she was going to change ours.