02/05/2018
A little over 10 years ago I saw Brisco running down the side of the Skyway in Paradise, CA on my lunch break. It took some pretty serious convincing on my part, but I eventually got Brisco to trust me enough to jump into my Xterra. He was dirty, skinny, and covered in fleas. At that time I was working at Colyer Veterinary Service so I took him back to work with me for an exam. Aside from the fleas, which we treated him for, he appeared very healthy. We scanned him for a microchip and found he had originally come from the Butte Humane Society down the hill and his name was βSpotβ. Because he had a microchip, and Dallas and I had two dogs already, I decided to take him to the Paradise Animal Shelter so they could find his owner. As I put him in the kennel and began to walk away, he leaned against the door, looked back over his shoulder at me and started to howl. I almost started to cry. The lady at the shelter said they had to send a letter to the last known owner and legally had to give them three days to respond. As I found out over the next few days that no one contacted seemed to know where his βownerβ was nor seemed to be concerned that Brisco had gone missing, I felt more and more that Brisco and I had crossed paths for a reason and he needed to come home with me. So on the day he was available for adoption, I called the shelter before they even opened and said Iβd be down on my lunch to pick him up. This was the very first picture I ever took of him, at the shelter on the day I brought him home. πΆπ