After dreaming about adopting a dog for so long, the only disappointment I’d anticipated was the possibly of not finding a dog at all. I had in fact found one, but adopting a victim of animal abuse wasn’t nearly as romantic or immediately fulfilling as I’d been led to believe.
I adopted Dipper in March 2015. He was found on the streets of Philadelphia one month earlier as a stray during some of that winter’s most brutal weeks. For him, it was a long journey to a new home.
