Finding the Right One for a Picky Dog
I reminds me so strongly of when Anne finally found a dog that Hoover, a very animal reactive dal/pointer/possibly pit mix, could play with at the shelter. Hoover was mentally deteriorating because she stayed at the shelter for a long time because she was no dogs, no cats, no kids, and we volunteers were seriously concerned that she would reach a point where euthanasia would be kinder.
Then receiving took in a young black corgi/lab mix and named him Magic...and for Hoover he was. I don't know what it was about that silly, active little guy that allowed Hoover to love him, but they were wonderful friends. I know many of the long term volunteers had to blink back tears after Anne's news that the first play group for Hoover with Magic had been a success.
If I recall correctly, it wasn't terribly long after Magic had brought Hoover happiness that a single gentleman who just wanted one pet and was okay with a dog with Hoover's issues came into the shelter and fell in love. I think her happiness made her that much more appealing. Or maybe Magic was a lot more special than we ever realized.

