Posted over 4 years ago | Updated over 4 years ago
8 years ago, on Native American reservation in south-east Montana, a van pulled up in front of my home. The sliding doors opened, and out came six puppies, running and scrambling out the doors. I was witnessing a dog-dump, right in my own yard. I opened my door, ready to photograph the license plate, when in came barrelling Zorro. She entered my home that day and has since never left. My father was the one to name her Zorro, on account of her having a black mask around her eyes. My family moved frequently for work-- and we found ways to keep her, even if it made rent dicey to budget. However, I've been unable to find anywhere now that would let me keep her by my side.
Zorro is a wonderful dog, a loving companion, and deserves a good home.