Not sensible at all, falling in love with a dog. But I’ve discovered a secret.

First, let me talk about Scooby. And his best friend, my nephew. T didn’t grow up with a dog, but he’d wanted one desperately during his childhood. So after college, when he began his first job in a new city living in a tiny rental with three other guys, T followed his sentimental dream – he rescued a dog.

Scooby came from a run-down shelter with no pedigree and was a bit of a handful at first. Continue reading →