Three year-old Pablo was abandoned "Too many pets" by a heartless owner who owned his parents and had owned Pablo since he was born. Pablo had not known any other home, and he was a sweet dog, easily frightened, who was terrified of being abandoned in the hell that is the NYC ACC system. The poor dog was so terrified that he wet the floor as soon as his owner walked out, and three days later he was on the euthanasia list for "behavioral problems": he cried, he withdrew, he would not come out of his shell or show signs of being able to do so. I was convinced he was dead meat, and at the last minute a sympathetic adoption saved his life. I was so happy, and thought no more about it. Today the rescue agency posted these shots of Pablo leaving the shelter and in his new home. Some days I do believe in God. Or something.
