I lost my dog Justice. Came home to an empty house. I had to get another dog. So I went to the shelter not far from where I worked.
I walked in, and this little dog started barking and barking. I said to him, “Let me see what else is here.” I walked down but didn’t see anything, so I went back to this little dog. He seemed friendly enough. I went to the counter with the cage number.
They said, “Don’t get your hopes up. He didn’t go with the last two families that picked him.”..
I said, “He’s going with me.” If he didn’t go with me, he was going to be eutha*nized.
Got him home, everything was great until people came by. I then saw the other side of Pepsi. And it didn’t get any better. The grandkids came. He went on the attack. Now what do I do? I wasn’t giving him up.
So I checked around, then made the call. Sit Means Sit. They came out, worked with Pepsi. He became a new dog. He was always good with me. I loved this dog. I could walk him with no leash. He was my little man. One of the best dogs I ever had.
