Georgia

One of the sweetest dogs I ever met was a pitbull who belonged to one of the supervisors in my office. She was a brindle, pretty dog, and quite friendly. I worked late, so I was friendly with the cleaning crew. And if this supervisor came in, he sometimes brought his dog. If he wasn't in his office when it was time to clean, and the dog was, the guy who vacuumed refused to go in there. Nobody ever said a thing, but I noticed. So what I'd do was just go in and sit with my arm around the dog. The cleaning guy came in, did his vacuuming, and went on his way. I don't know if anybody ever knew or noticed, but I did, so I felt I solved a problem.

I also share a vet with this guy and his dog. One time, I happened to have an appointment when the guy was leaving - alone. So I asked the vet and it turns out Rascal had passed on. I felt terrible for him, knew he had been through so much with his beloved dog. He loved that dog and she loved him, loved everybody, actually. And she was a pitbull, but was brought up with love.