Ever since my mother-in-law's hysterectomy last month, her dog has been boarding at the animal clinic where Misty works. The dog needs a new home, but has yet to find a family to adopt him.
The first obstacle in the adoption process is the dog's name: Stopit. Kind of gives you an idea of what to expect when you get him home. He's a bit of a hellion. I've heard stories of him ripping the wooden lever off a recliner and devouring steel wool pads. And this isn't a big dog — he's a shih tzu mix.
Last week a man and his daughter stopped by the clinic looking to adopt a small, fluffy dog "like a shih tzu." Seizing this perfect opportunity, Misty directed them to her mom's dog (not mentioning his name). The pair returned with disappointing news — Stopit wasn't the dog for them. It seems that as they approached the run where he was being kept, they discovered him eating a dead bird. We don't know whether he caught the bird and killed it or if it simply fell into his cage. Either way, his little episode has earned him a longer stay at the clinic without a new family to take him home.
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