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Is He a Reformed Escape Artist or Is It Just Age?
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve run after this little guy
We adopted Bubba from a local animal shelter in May 2009. He was a 5th birthday present for my daughter.
For some reason, I always called my daughters “Bubba” and so when we saw Bubba on the animal shelters website, I knew it was meant to be.
We called to make sure he was available and headed down to see him. I already had it in my mind that we had to get this dog.
When we arrived, he wasn’t interested in us. He just wanted to get out. I took that as him wanting to come home with us.
My husband, who is a big animal lover too, wasn’t sure.
“He doesn’t like me. He’s not coming over to me.”
As I said, he just wanted out.
Somehow we all convinced my husband to say yes, and we were on our way home with sweet Bubba. We were all so excited to finally have a dog.
Plus, he was as cute as can be. A model dog, if you ask me!
