Zen Walks
Tuesday May 1st, 2018
ShareWhen my son was eight, we decided we would get a rescue dog. After scouring the shelters, my son chose a one-year-old Border Collie/Lab cross named Dallas. We didn’t have a lot of information about her past—just that she had been brought back to the shelter twice. She was unruly, but not aggressive. My husband nicknamed her “the supermodel,” because she was underweight, leggy, and had impossibly white teeth. It took Dallas a few days to trust us. Once she... [read more]
