And then there was Chelsea. When I saw her behind bars I knew she had won my heart. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and gazed into my soul/ When I got close to her she tried to rub up against me. I knew we were made for each other.
Later I brought my wife to meet her. Her view of this big grey dog was just a bit different than mine. However, the fact that Chelsea didn't bark amidst the cacophony of canine cries for freedom. She was big and she was dirty, but she was calm.
We walked to the desk at the animal shelter and not one person had expressed an interest. She came home with us and spent the next fourteen years with us until she passed at the age of 18.