Once I got home, I showered quickly, packed an overnight bag, and drove back to the shelter in record time. I left the car there and walked with Sheldon, his arm around my waist, to his nearby home. The Volvo was parked on the curb, and I could hear the excited barking of dogs as we got closer to the front door.
Before unlocking it, he said, “Caesar and Augustus are poodles—one black, the other white. They’re very friendly.”
We barely got through the doorway when we were attacked in the best way possible by licks and welcome home barks.
“What a nice greeting. Are they rescues, too?” I asked as I knelt to give each dog some attention. They took to me right away.
“Yes. I’ve had them for two years now.”
“They need a trim. I could do that over at the shelter later, if you want. Something
