Whiskey

This past June I adopted a scraggly little rescue dog. He had a horrible cough, you could see his ribs and he was obsessed with licking hands. He broke my heart.

Little did I know that within days I would be hopelessly in love with him.

Getting a dog is a serious decision and I didn't take it lightly. After seeing an ad on Petfinder.com, I went out to the shelter to visit him. There were many dogs there of all shapes and sizes, but something about this little guy stuck with me.

I went home and researched all the questions and doubts I had. I made stops to other local shelters to visit other dogs. I tried to find one logical reason not to adopt him. And I couldn't. That week I went back to the shelter for another visit. Within 5 minutes of being there I knew he was the one. He snuggled into my jacket, rested his head on my shoulder, and looked up at me like "Are you ready to go yet?"

His beautiful caramel coat and the way he warmed me right to my soul is what gave him his name: Whiskey. Whiskey Shot if you want to get formal, because thats what this little guy is, a shot of Whiskey.

Oh, he has lots of other names...The Whisk, Chico, Whiskikus, The Frito Bandito and Sir Licks-A-Lot to name a few.

I finally understand the saying "Man's Best Friend".