Harry

It was meant to be. I was waiting to adopt a male dog whose owner loved him but could not keep him. My husband wanted a Sheltie. Then one day, there was Harry, a Sheltie-mix whose owner had gotten too ill to care for him. We went to visit him at Atlanta Pet Rescue and waited in a small enclosed area with Holly, my regal Greyhound. She didn't realize that there would be no adoption without her approval. And happily, she liked him. Of course, Harry's first choice was Bill. He took one look, leaped onto his lap, and started kissing him. We took Harry home, and he joined our little pack as though he had always lived with us. He was 1) hous trained, 2) able to sit on command, 3) an excellent player of FETCH, 4) and able to tell us when he needed to go out. He's a smart little dog. He and Holly play outside, and I'm thrilled that she has company for the hours when I'm out of the house. Thank you, Pet Rescue. Judy and Bill, East Atlanta Village