“I also, really liked the spot on the top of his head, which I later found out is a desirable trait.
It’s called the Blenheim Spot.
It took literally 24 hours to get him.
We left at 12:00 A.M. on Saturday by Greyhound and returned Sunday, at 1 A.M. by Amtrak.
Ancho was afraid of the crate at first, but after I took my sweatshirt off and put it in the crate, he nestled up and was right at home.
That’s when I knew that I made a good choice.
I am away from family, living in another state, and got a little lonely.
He is the steadfast companion in my life and one of the few constants.”