I Guess I’ll start @ What I Consider The Beginning, Which Is The Day I Found My Pet Human, Quite By Accident, & Fortuitous For The Both Of Us! After Spending A Whole 2 Months In The Shelter, During Thanksgiving & Christmas No Less, I’d Really Given up Hope…My Once Lovely Locks of Hair Were Now All Mangy & Knotted, My Nails Were Scraggly…I Was Letting Myself Go. Then In Walks This Guy On A 20 Degree Day, Riding Around On His Bicycle No Less (he thinks it toughens him up, and I’m a bit of a snowdog so whatever) Looking For A “Small Dog.” To Bark The Truth, I Barely Laid Eyes On Him When They Brought Me Out To Do The Ole Meet & Greet For The Umpteenth Time, I Just Figured He’d Pass On Me Like The Rest…I Was Already Nearly 2 Years Old & EVERYONE WANTS A PUPPY. Nevertheless, The Psycho (I say that Lovingly) Took an Application, Left, Came Back The Same Day, Still Bleeding Cold Out Mind You, & Sure Nuff Was Back The Next Day To Pick Me Up..We’ve Been Inseparable Ever Since. From New York City, to Washington D.C. to Central Florida & Everywhere In Between..I’m Just Glad He Was Pretty Well Trained Already When I Got Him.