When I was growing up, our home was a prime location for dropping off unwanted pets, and occasionally an injured or orphaned wild animal. Nearly every summer brought a new animal, including one tiny puppy that was left at the mailbox. He was entirely too small to have walked over a mile from the closest neighbors, so clearly someone had left him there.
That dog died earlier this year at the age of 14, followed by my father's last remaining dog that passed away last month at age 15.
So, after decades of taking care of abandoned animals, in his retirement my dad found himself going through something entirely new - shopping for a dog.
We met this fellow at the Humane Society of Parkersburg on Saturday, and everyone - except perhaps Henry, who knows nothing about this - is very excited to get him home so my dad can start spoiling him.
Blitz's picture on Petfinder
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