as he was named by the shelter director, was
likely the product of a puppy mill. Unable
to run due to extensive matting, he was
picked up by animal control during a
blizzard in Cheyenne, Wyoming in January of
1984. I learned about him at a meeting of
the shelter and met him the following day.
He was pathetically emaciated and his muzzle
was scarred as he circled the room always
keeping one side of himself to the walls.
Several others had come to see him and offer
fostering, but I was the only one he did not
attempt to bite. Thus began my avocation of
fostering and my love for Dandies.