Malcolm

Malcolm was a quiet, sad little fellow. He taught me to watch my foster dogs carefully. He made a mess the first time he got out of my sight. I kept track of him after that. I also put him on a regular schedule.

A little girl adopted him. She and her mother came to an Adopt-a-Pet. She spent a couple of hours leading him around. They signed the papers. Then it was time for her nap. She and her mother went home.

When she woke up from her nap, her first words were, "Where's Malcolm?" Back they came to see him!

We delivered Malcom that week.