Dog’s Name: Wicked
Breed: Yorkshire terrier
Age/Years of friendship: 3 years
Where did you get your dog from: A relative decided to give him up
Location: Garden Grove, CA
If pictures can speak a thousand words then let this one tell the story of a pint size Yorkshire terrier who survived the outdoors as a puppy, mostly alone, and afraid. I removed Wicked from his previous home because underneath the matted hair and flea infestation was a beautiful dog that deserves to be loved and cared for. I had never had a dog, never wanted one, and never thought in a million years that I’d become a dog person. After a couple of week I got used to having this little body following my every footsteps and the idea of him coexisting didn’t seem so bad. He became not just a pet but my baby. I wanted to take him everywhere I go.
Having Wicked in my life taught me patience, tolerance, and most of all compassion. I use to think that all dogs were dirty, yappy, and unpredictable. I came to learn that they are all different with personalities, preferences, and gives unconditional love. With all the things happening around the world, spending time with him, cuddling, and learning new tricks keeps me sane and reduces my stress and anxieties. Since having Wicked I’ve adopted a second dog and started Bonjour Toutou, a place for dog lovers. We’ve rehomed 2 dogs that was neglected by their owners, participated a 5k walk/run benefitting dogs/human with cancer, and participated in adoption events. All of which would never have happened if I didn’t open my heart and home to Wicked. I hope the world can see them as I have, loving, loyal, and pure.
This is Wicked and my story. What’s yours?
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