CHANCE

by Barbara Ganaway
(Homewood, IL USA)

I got my first Pom when my husband died in 1969. He lived for 15 years. I used to say that when this one goes that's it, but I would always find myself in the pet store. People told me to stay out of the pet store and go to a shelter. I said i didn't want any of those mangy dogs in a shelter. I adopted a dog from a shelter and then began working at that shelter. I could not believe the beautiful dogs that were brought in. Chance is my 9th Pom and again I said this is the last. I looked up words that meant "the end" and didn't like them. I told myself I am gettilng older (78) and this is probably my last chance to have a dog so I named him CHANCE. He's a sweetheart. I don't like that he weighs 17 lbs.