Woofs and Wool

I got my dog when I was just 19 years old and a single mother of 1. I kept my dog. I kept my dog even though I moved into an apartment and had to pay a $500 pet fee. I kept my dog when my boyfriend and I broke up and he kept the apartment even though my new place didn't allow dogs. I kept my dog when I ultimately had to move back in with my parents and she also was not allowed there. I kept my dog when I had my second child. I kept my dog when his father put all of us through hell and none of us had anywhere to go. I kept my dog when I had a penny to my name and we all ate nothing but buttered noodles for dinner. Ten years later I STILL have my dog because she is the very start of the huge family that we now have. Even though she's getting slow, eating less and turning grey I STILL HAVE MY DOG. I'm tired of hearing and reading about posts that say "getting rid of them because they don't love my new puppy" or "I want a new dog". Commitment is commitment. Credit: Ashleigh Matthews