Emerson.

Almost two years ago my family started the long an tedious process of trying to find a dog to adopt. It was just months by dad was going to deploy and my mom decided that if he was going to leave for six months then she could get a dog. This was really weird for us, we're cat people and have been since I was seven. I have also been pretty scared of dogs for most of my life and didn't really know how this whole sitch was gonna work out...None the less, we were on the hunt for the perfect pup. At first we got turned down by an agency to adopt a dog we thought was perfect for us. Because of the fact that we had been forced to put down a dog when I was a baby they refused to let us adopt one of their dogs, convinced us that this particular dog was wrong for us, showed us another one, but then never returned any of our emails regarding his adoption. It was pretty disheartening.

On a whim one day my mom drove to another shelter to look at a young puppy. But of course, she fell in love with a different and more calm older beagle. His name was Emerson and the next day after school he greeted me at the door. I didn't like him at first, he became my mom's dog and only seemed to have eyes for her. My friends like to tease because I always act like I hate my dog, most of the time. Its been too years since the little guy has entered our family and although he's needy and a little weird I love him a lot and have learned to love dogs all because of him (:

xoxo,

Abby

It's a terrible terrible picture of me, but you've gotta admit...he's a pretty darn cute little guy!