Good boy
Pets
Good boy

That time we went to a pet shelter to adopt my best friend.

We got Buster when I was about seven and my sister was ten. We went to a couple of shelters around the area with my parents to see if any dog stood out to us.
There were definitely several at different places that each of us really liked, individually, but my parents were adamant that we all had to like the dog. There was this little beagle I really liked, but no one else seemed drawn to him, though. He was sweet and shy. I think he nipped at my sister, so that was that.
My sister really liked cats, so she pushed for a cat. I don't like cats. They never seem happy to see you like a dog is. That's why it's "man's best friend" when people talk about dogs.
My mom and dad fought over what dog they each liked, which was typical of them. They couldn't even keep the fighting to just at home, it was in public, too. It was so embarrassing.
But when we all met Buster, it was love at first site. He was friendly & excited to see me; well, us. They always say that the animal chooses you, and he sure did. Apparently, families were looking at him all day, & he just sat in the corner of his kennel; but when we came through, he jumped up like "Okay it's time to go home!"
Buster was more like my dog than anyone else's. Like I said, my sister preferred cats, but she got along with Buster just fine. He was my best friend and I loved him very much.
Buster
Buster
Dats us
Dats us
“"Buster was more like my dog than anyone else's."”
Sitting pretty
Sitting pretty
Good boy
Good boy