Pal is a treasure. He is six years old and is a friendly boy. He loves everyone and he loves life.
My brother and I drove over an hour away to get him when he was a puppy. We drove down some long, dusty, rural roads where we finally found the house where he was waiting for us.
We already had Pal’s name picked out, thanks to my mom, before we ever even met him. True to his name, Pal bounded right up to meet us, his long ears swaying as he ran.
We noticed Pal’s distinctive eyes, one brown and one blue. He stood out among his siblings. We knew he was the dog for us. I held Pal in my arms all the way home. We have a special bond.
Pal lives with my brother. My house is Pal’s second home so we say he is my dog too!
We didn’t know that Pal would wind up having special needs because of his seizures. We have spent countless hours researching seizure control. Pal just goes on about his happy life.
He is smart and follows commands-when he is listening! He loves to run and play. He barks with joy and occasionally shares his special Bassett Hound howl. He takes over the couch when he wants to rest and gently lays his head in the lap of his choice.
We joke that Pal thinks that everything belongs to him. We know we are his people.