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Archie the Happy Schnoodle
It turned out that the poodle had already been adopted, but there was a new dog coming in that had just been pulled from a kill shelter. The rescue had actually said no to this scrawny bag of bones when the shelter called, but the shelter volunteer was determined and brought him to the rescue anyway. I showed up the next day
It had been six months since I’d lost my last beloved companion, a Basenji. And I was finally ready to adopt again. I searched the local rescue websites and saw a little black poodle that looked adorable, so I called the rescue.
It turned out that the poodle had already been adopted, but there was a new dog coming in that had just been pulled from a kill shelter. The rescue had actually said no to this scrawny bag of bones when the shelter called, but the shelter volunteer was determined and brought him to the rescue anyway. I showed up the next day.
Archie was so deeply happy to be home. Happy. Happy. Joy. Joy. He improved dramatically, day by day, and his curls grew out. The vet says Schnoodle, (Schnauzer-Poodle). But he has the cutest brown eyes and a doggie nose that you’d put on a stuffed animal.
He is not the Einstein of Schnoodles, having lost so much ground during those developmental months, but he is all about the love, and he tries very hard to be a good boy.
Bonnie Crockett
Baltimore, MD
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