I'm taking my birthday month to pay homage to the dogs I met when I lived in New Yrok. One of my favorite parts about the City was that no matter what neighborhood I was in, there were dogs.
That being said, there's no better dog to start with than my girl Brooklyn
(click the link below for the story. fair warning this blog is long and deep, cause I got feelings too)
My brother called me one night on the way home from work and told me he found a pitbull on a street corner in..wait for it..Brooklyn. He got her checked out at the vet and then brought her home. Met him downstairs and carried her up three flights like a baby to her new house. She was pretty beat up when he found her, all frail and cut up, so all I wanted to do with giving her some loving. Having her around was the reason I made it through a week of having the flu. She nursed me back to health while we did the same for her. Sure we left her home alone for 30minutes and she chewed through my remote, my comforter, my egg crate, mattress and she shit all over my floor, but it was only out of love.
Long story short, we met a girl at the dog park who knew, like we did, that she was a great dog. She said that she'd take her home that day that we met her and she came back to our apartment, grabbed Brooklyn's stuff and they were on their way to her new home.
Not ashamed to say I was pretty upset the whole day after she was gone and watching her leave even though I knew she was in really good hands. Not keeping her was one of my biggest regrets I've made, but on the other hand, it was one of the better feelings in my life that Brett and I rescued a beat up, lonely dog in the middle of the winter and found her a good home so she'd have a great life. She'll always be my number one girl
To Brooklyn..
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