When a Shelter Dog Decides You’re Family

So I went to the shelter just to ‘look around’ (famous last words, right?). There’s this scruffy mutt named Pickles, who apparently missed the memo about playing it cool. The second I knelt down, he glued himself to my side like I was made of treats. Every time I tried to stand up, he’d nudge my hand with his nose, giving me those big, sad eyes that say, “Leaving? That’s not in the plan.” I swear, I almost called in sick to work just to hang out with him longer. How do you explain to your boss that you’re late because a dog is emotionally blackmailing you? Long story short: Pickles is coming home with me next week. I guess sometimes you don’t choose the pet—the pet chooses you. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. #AdoptDontShop #ShelterPets #RescueDog #Pets #Cats