Pic: I am a forever dog

[Stonepounder]

73. Ours is a rescue.

He came out of a puppy mill where he was standing stud. When we got him he would come when he was called, but would slink up to us, expecting to be hit. The first time I spoke sharply to him he literally went into hysterics and I had to pick him up and tell him he was OK. Now he is the sweetest dog you can imagine and knows that he won't ever get hit, not under any circumstances - and now when we call him he comes at a run with his tail wagging. When we moved back to Kentucky, the first question we asked in any of the neighborhoods we were considering was 'do you accept pets?'.

There was an article in the Sunday paper about pets and how they are good for you. And one of the comments they made was that you can tell alot about the quality of a neighborhood by how many people have pets.