Yoda

Adopt him, you must. Perfect, he is.<br/>Yoda is a 9-year-old, 25-pound Beagle Mix, and if we gave awards for loving humans despite the horrible things some humans do, he would bring home the gold.<br/>His former people left him outside. Fleas treated him like an all-you-can-eat buffet until most of his hair disappeared. (Don't worry - it will grow back.) The itching was so relentless that he chewed himself for relief until his teeth wore down to little nubs.<br/>And somehow... somehow... Yoda still thinks people (and other dogs) are wonderful.<br/>The other day I was cleaning his kennel and carried in a giant, fluffy blanket. It was actually meant for another dog, but Yoda wandered over to investigate. First came a cautious sniff. Then a gentle rub against the fabric.<br/>And then something happened that absolutely wrecked me.<br/>His entire face lit up. It was as if he'd just discovered that, somewhere in this strange universe, soft, clean things actually existed. Then he quietly stepped back... almost like he thought they couldn't possibly be meant for him.<br/>Well, obviously that nonsense had to be corrected immediately.<br/>We spread the blanket on his bed. Yoda climbed up, stretched out with a contented sigh, and simply... relaxed.<br/>It's one of those moments that makes your heart soar and shatter at exactly the same time. Imagine living a life so deprived that a clean blanket feels like winning the lottery.<br/>Yoda is living proof that the dogs who have been loved the least often love the most. He just wants someone to scratch his ears, rub his belly, let him snuggle close, and maybe provide an ongoing supply of outrageously soft blankets.<br/>Visit him, you should. In a galaxy not so far, far away - 80 Butler Farm Road, Hampton, VA. Visiting hours are 9 a.m. to noon every day, including weekends and holidays.<br/>Interested? Come for a visit any day of the week - 365 days a year between 9am - 12pm. Hope to see you soon!<br/><br/>PLEASE NOTE: Animal Aid Society observes a 40 mile adoption radius to facilitate post adoption support and follow ups.

Adopt him, you must. Perfect, he is.
Yoda is a 9-year-old, 25-pound Beagle Mix, and if we gave awards for loving humans despite the horrible things some humans do, he would bring home the gold.
His former people left him outside. Fleas treated him like an all-you-can-eat buffet until most of his hair disappeared. (Don't worry - it will grow back.) The itching was so relentless that he chewed himself for relief until his teeth wore down to little nubs.
And somehow... somehow... Yoda still thinks people (and other dogs) are wonderful.
The other day I was cleaning his kennel and carried in a giant, fluffy blanket. It was actually meant for another dog, but Yoda wandered over to investigate. First came a cautious sniff. Then a gentle rub against the fabric.
And then something happened that absolutely wrecked me.
His entire face lit up. It was as if he'd just discovered that, somewhere in this strange universe, soft, clean things actually existed. Then he quietly stepped back... almost like he thought they

Adopt him, you must. Perfect, he is.
Yoda is a 9-year-old, 25-pound Beagle Mix, and if we gave awards for loving humans despite the horrible things some humans do, he would bring home the gold.
His former people left him outside. Fleas treated him like an all-you-can-eat buffet until most of his hair disappeared. (Don't worry - it will grow back.) The itching was so relentless that he chewed himself for relief until his teeth wore down to little nubs.
And somehow... somehow... Yoda still thinks people (and other dogs) are wonderful.
The other day I was cleaning his kennel and carried in a giant, fluffy blanket. It was actually meant for another dog, but Yoda wandered over to investigate. First came a cautious sniff. Then a gentle rub against the fabric.
And then something happened that absolutely wrecked me.
His entire face lit up. It was as if he'd just discovered that, somewhere in this strange universe, soft, clean things actually existed. Then he quietly stepped back... almost like he thought they couldn't possibly be meant for him.
Well, obviously that nonsense had to be corrected immediately.
We spread the blanket on his bed. Yoda climbed up, stretched out with a contented sigh, and simply... relaxed.
It's one of those moments that makes your heart soar and shatter at exactly the same time. Imagine living a life so deprived that a clean blanket feels like winning the lottery.