A not so little Christmas miracle
About two years ago I was kicked out by my grandmother, I left my pets behind. It made me constantly wonder where they were and if they were alright. We now to current time, I had found one of them at the local humane society. My standard poodle was surrendered as a complete mess matted and filthy, depressed, and he wasn't eating. Yesterday my grooming friend called asking if I knew anyone who would want a black standard poodle, at that time I didn't question it being my dog. I told her that I would let people know and I and my boss informed few people. Her step mom was one of the informed. She went and saw him this morning, and found out he was from hesston and his name was Quincy. Hesston is a really small town, there are no other black standard poodles who are named quincy. I looked like I had seen a ghost, I got there via friend as fast as I could, knew it was him as I entered the door of the building. I went to get him out of the dog run and put him in a quiet room and sat and watched him for a little, then I said "hi quiggly"! He looked at me with big eyes and ran put his front paws on my legs and licked my face vivaciously. it was him, my dog. I signed the papers he was officially mine. I got what I wanted this year for Christmas, a dog. Now my landlord has a contract of no pets allowed, though I called him to let him know the story and what kind of. Dog he'd be and he wouldnt be alone ever and mostly at work with me. So he and his wife will give it some days to think over, I hope they'll say yes, or I might need to find him a home. Send paw-sitive thoughts we need them all!
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