Second Daughter - Second Humane Society Trip {19 of 31 SOLSC}

As I'm walking around the Human Society on a sunny clear sky Sunday afternoon, I watch my middle daughter in a pen with the same dog for a very long time.  He's a nine month old chocolate lab.  He's big and he's beautiful.  I wander over and meet him.  His coat is soft and has that puppy softness still.  He's calm and she's content hanging out.  

I leave her and visit with my younger daughter who started this adventure yesterday.  She's visiting with a black lab puppy again who hasn't been released for adoption.  She needs to be evaluated by a vet this week and have some assessments done.  She appears pretty calm and sweet for a seven to eight month old puppy.  She has a spring in her step and is moving a bit more.

I look around and my middle daughter is not leaving that chocolate lab.  I venture back to share a little that I read on the website.  He was in a puppy mill his whole life.  The kind volunteer said he was actually in a crate for most of that.  His back legs are stiff.  He might grow out of it but may not.  He has no clue how to walk on a leash.  She tries to walk him.  I think he went three feet and flopped down.  He had no ambition to get up.  I try to explain I don't think he's a good match.  I walk a mile twice a day with our dogs and depending on their adventures it's about 18 minutes per mile.  She's convinced he just needs some love.  I know he does.  She's convinced we could teach him to walk better.  We might be able to.  She's convinced we should get him for the two years she's away at college and then she can take him to her apartment.  She left for school today without breakfast...how will she remember to feed him?  They say sometimes dogs find you and I'm convinced this dog found her.  She likes to rest more.  She enjoys laying around.  She is cute and adorable.  

I have to stay focused and really this adventure is helping the soon to be only child at home have a project, something that is hers for many reasons beyond being the only sister at home in August.

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