For anyone following my story. In October I adopted an AWESOME dog named Marley. She was all black, and possibly an older dog. She died a month after I got her from her spay surgery. It tooks a few days for things to settle down, but it eventually just became an empty missing feeling. Like when I drive somewhere I can't stand not having her there, because she was my constant co-pilot, I took her nearly everywhere. However the healing has worked it's magic and today I'm bringing home a puppy. He came into the shelter last week before my vacation, he had an injury on his eye, and as a result no one has really shown any interest in adopting him. I decided that, that was bullshit, and I'm bringing him home this afternoon! Pictures to come!!!