The Day Miko Picked Me
April 25th, 2000 is the day that I went to Jersey Shore Animal Center in Brick, New Jersey to pick out a dog. My dog. The first dog that wasn’t a family dog — he or she would be mine and mine alone. For weeks before I went to the shelter, I had been dreaming about dogs. Big dogs, mostly. Some looked like Irish wolfhounds, with long legs and kind eyes. Some looked like malamutes or huskies. Some were fierce protectors. All were loyal friends. I was sure I was going to find one of the dogs from my dreams … Continue reading