When I moved home after my freshman year of college, my parents and I made a deal: They would help me buy a car, I could put posters on my walls, and I could get another dog. My childhood dog, Smokey, had died when I was 16, and by the time I was ready for another dog in my life, my parents wouldn't allow me, since I was planning on moving out for college. Needless to say, three years later, I was dying for a new companion. I had my heart set on a German Shepherd, and so that was what I searched on Petfinder. What I found instead was a floppy-eared German Shepherd mutt puppy named Steele, the last of his litter, being fostered one county over. I found out that Steele and his siblings had been "accidents", and that their mother's owner had put them in a box and tossed them in a creek to drown. Luckily for him, and for me, that box floated, and was found by someone who took the puppies to a shelter. All of them had been adopted except one, and that one looked out from the screen with big, sad brown eyes, and snagged my heart.
I brought Steele home four years ago, and he has been my fuzzy duckling ever since. He is an overgrown lapdog and an incurable mama's boy, even as my boyfriend and I have added two more "happy tails" to our family. He is loving big brother our rescue Peagle Bailey, and amazingly tolerant of our resident royalty, Kita, my fat cat. Most importantly, he is my space heater, exercise buddy, secret keeper, and best friend. I am forever grateful to Petfinder for helping me find him!