There is a stigma out there about rescue animals that they are rough around the edges and hard to introduce into a family. They are mean, violent, and impossible to tame. My family and I found this to be incredibly false.
There is perhaps only one thing that can make me laugh as I crawl out of bed at 6 a.m. in the morning: the annoyed look of my dog as I turn on the light. He is probably the funniest, craziest, and sweetest dog I have ever known.
Biscuit has become infamous in my house as the troublemaker. He has taken a great interest in my mom’s blankets and likes using them as chew toys over his actual toys. He enjoys testing my family’s patience by busting out of his electric fence and prancing down the street.
He has inhaled a couple of birthday cakes over the years, getting nothing more than a small stomach ache. He loves jumping up on the table and polishing off our dinner plates and will do just about anything for a lick of peanut butter.
But, at the end of the day he wants nothing more than to cuddle up so close to you that moving is impossible.
Believe it or not, Biscuit was not always like this. He came to us as a rescue dog, scared, timid, and quiet. He kept his distance and never barked for the first couple of weeks. We learned quickly though that the fastest way to get to his heart was through his stomach. Thus began his obsession with food.
I think every animal has the perfect owner out there somewhere waiting for them. And every animal deserves a second chance. Rescue pets are no less loveable or any less great than pedigree ones you may find at Petsmart.
I found my furry best friend at the pound, and my hope is that all the other dogs that I couldn’t bring home that day have found their best friend too.