I always hear that rescue dogs know how lucky they are to have escaped the shelter and find a forever home and show their gratitude each and every day to their adopters.
Well, I’ve got two rescue dogs, and they strut around here like they own the place. Currently, as I type, Mingus is sleeping stretched out on the couch like a contortionist such that he’s taking up almost every inch of its surface (he’s only a 37-pound dog), and Dottie’s staring and making groany noises ’cause we’re within an hour window of her scheduled feeding time. Lucky dogs.
The cast brass collar charms come in the shape of wishbones, horseshoes, and four-leaf clovers (but, sadly, no pink hearts, yellow moons, or blue diamonds).
Fetch them at Mascot.
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