Change is good.

Almost a year ago, I began working at my local animal shelter. I wasn't exactly sure how well I would be able to handle this kind of job; I took it knowing that the dogs and cats I would be caring for may have to be euthanized. "Don't get attached", they told me. Yeah. Right. Impossible... well, for me, anyhow. Knowing how much of a pushover I am, when it comes to animals, my family knew it would only be a matter of time before I took one or two home. As much as I hate to admit it, they were right. A month previous to my employment, my boyfriend and I adopted Delaney, a brown and white American Pit Bull Terrier, and from the beginning she was his dog. Yes, my name is on her paperwork as her legal owner, but I know in my heart that these two are made for each other. If one should leave, the other would be completely lost. Don't get me wrong... Delaney loves me, but she really adores Derek. I genuinely hadn't given much thought to adopting another dog, d