For the love of Reese
But not like this.
I would give up my business in a heartbeat if I could call this dog my own.
This is Reese (isn't that a cute name for a chocolate and peanut butter-colored doggie?).
We took a little trip to Fiesta Island.
That's the Sea World Tower in the background.
I just love him.
He's part pit, and I think part chow (he has a blue tongue).
And he is sooo sweet, and sooo smart.
I'm not sure of his history, but I think he was in foster care.
His new owners have only had him two months.
I have never met his owners--have only talked to them on the phone.
They left their apartment open for me to get the key (that's how good my references are).
But I didn't anticipate this guy stealing my heart.
I wasn't available to sit him the entire time they needed me, as I was booked elsewhere.
So I had to drop him off at a doggie daycare/kennel.
I called the staff an hour later to make sure he was playing (they must have thought I was nuts).
I'm secretly fantasizing his owners won't be able to keep him...