Todays guest post is brought to you by
Kendall
from
Confessions Of An Odd Duck.
This is all part of the 20 Something Bloggers “Blog Swap 3“.
Don’t forget to go check out my post over on his site.

Behold! My first accomplishment with HTML Codes. It’s a bloody miracle I didn’t stuff that up!

Note: I am not me today. This is a guest post. I enjoyed reading, it and hopefully you will too! (it’s cool coz I work for a shelter. TOPS)..

By the way.. don’t forget to go read my WONDEROUS post over on his blog! kthxbye.

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Hiya folks, I’m Kendall from The Confessions of an Odd Duck. Today we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you my guest (read hijacked) post for this crazy event known as the The Bigger Blog Swap. I promise you’ll be back to normal tomorrow. I think. Me and normal aren’t all that familiar with each other.

Ahem, now here we go.

Folks, I will state for the record now that I am an animal lover. Going to shelters is enough to make my heart crumble into a fine powder.

My chocolate lab, Faith, was adopted from my local shelter.

She’s a prima donna who loves finding ways to terrorize and/or annoy my roommate, nips your fingers if she wants food or just some attention, and thinks my bed is her own personal trampoline. She’s like my baby and I love her to death. When me and a friend stopped by the shelter for her to find a cat, I was playing catch with a litter of german shepard puppies when Faith got in on the game. Even after the other puppies had left, she would not let me get three yards away from me.

I took her home that day.

Sadly, I would soon learn about Faith’s previous owner and just how badly she had been treated. I noticed within the first day of having her that she had a noticeable limp in her hind leg and that she was very small. The latter I assumed was because she was only a month or two old.

I went to the vet where I would find out that not only was Faith eight months old but there was an odd shape in her leg. My first thought was “oh my God, my puppy has a tumour.” The vet shook her head and said it was a BB pellet. A BB pellet?! Someone had shot my puppy, who is one of the most trusting creatures of ever, with a BB gun.

She has been with me about two months now and seems to be doing well. She know weights 13 lbs now as opposed to the 7 when I first found her and has a lot more energy than she did. I promised on that day that I will do all I could to give her a loving home and I will be damned if I fail in that.