Bentley is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I rescued him from the shelter when he was just 10 weeks old. My roommate and I went to just “go look” and there he was roaming around the kennels. I picked him up and he fell asleep in my arms and that was that. The only time he left my arms was when I was signing the paperwork to bring him home that day!
He fit in my purse [and clearly my laundry basket] and would often times sneak him into Publix and Walmart. He went everywhere with me…even the outdoor bars in Tally. He was always the highlight wherever I brought him.
[Un]Fortunately he is living with my parents and their two giant dogs in Florida at the moment until I go to law school in just over a year. New York City is not the place for an 80 pound dog and I have to do what’s best for him! I miss him every day but soon enough we will be reunited.