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Not Gonna Happen

I decided to find another friend at one of the local animal shelters. It has not been easy. First off, 80-90% are Pit Bull or Pit Bull mixes. Naturally all the people there explain how loving they are and how they rank at the top of gentle breeds. But, somehow I keep reading in the papers every so often about one consuming a human for lunch. I will not - I cannot get one of these for my companion. Besides, I don't think their looks are particular flattering. The triangular shaped skull, the evil far-set eyes. Oh, well, if you got one I'm happy for you, but I won't have one. Then I finally discovered a place in Bradenton that does not accept Pits or Chows so off we went on Saturday. I wanted Kenzie along since she picked out Missy and wanted her kinetic/telepathic/empathic powers along to filter out the bad from the good.





Meet Happy. Happy is a 1 1/2 year old Catahoula Leopard whose name perfectly matches her personality. Cheerful, friendly to kids, and passed the Kenzie filter, Happy was THE one. We all had a great time with her in the pre-adoption room and everyone present (4) said, "Yes."

However, as my luck would have it, the rules at Shawshank forbids any dog more than 30 pounds. Sadly, Happy weighs in at a hefty 59. We brainstormed all afternoon on a loophole but we couldn't come up with any. We thought making her a service dog might be the answer then decided they would want paperwork. We though perhaps the 30 pound limit was just a scofflaw but neighbors said there would be a tussle. Finally someone mentioned that maybe we should get her anyway and risk the sure termination of our rental agreement. Alas, everyone did a good job, but in the end, Happy was ushered back to her cell alone, and me to mine.

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