disabled dogs

During my 15 years in the Bay Area, I adopted a rescue dog from a San Francisco shelter. Hap was a black and tan Terrier mix, who’d been abused by her previous owner. I was going through a rough patch at the time, and when I saw her curled up in the back of the kennel, I thought we needed each other. And so began a wonderful journey between myself and Hap, who enjoyed nothing more than herding me on long walks, cuddling on the couch, and trying to lick my face off.