They advised her, "don't advertise that you found him. Whoever owned him was not taking care of him."
She quickly realized that three dogs were too many to take care of, so we inherited him, especially because my husband immediately fell in love with him.
When he came to our home, he was full of growls. He wanted to be picked up and hugged but when I did that , he growled and snarled. There was some unhappy memory associated with being loved, perhaps not genuine love.
He glued himself to my husband who he adores very much. He has gotten over growling, except as a little song that sings in sort of a grumbly way as he soaks up love from anyone who wants to give it.
Check back next week for Chapter I of a book in which these three dogs are important characters.