There were plenty of reasons not to do it and I had always talked myself out of it, convinced there would be a better time for it. Yet on March 3, 2011, I found myself at a pet rescue, walking in the door still not entirely convinced getting a dog was a good idea.

I’m just going to look, I told myself. See what they have. Maybe they wouldn’t even have any.

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I’d had dogs before, but my favorite had been a little apple-headed tawny Chihuahua named Pandora.

Pandora was simpatico, and I told her my darkest, deepest secrets. Not that the pre-teen me, or even the post-teen me, had many secrets to tell. But she was a good listener.

I knew that if I ever got a dog, it would be another Chihuahua, but the adult me had drifted to cats. Given my crazy schedule as a newspaper repor

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