
THE LAST TWO PUPS OF THE LITTER WOULDN’T STOP HUGGING—SO I BROKE THE RULE I MADE MYSELF
After losing my sweet girl Penny last year, I promised myself—no more dogs, no more heartbreak. But when the shelter called about overcrowding and said they had “two chunky little weirdos who needed short-term placement,” I figured I could handle it. The moment I picked them up, I knew they were different. No barking, no…