We were happy to see on your website that Clyde found a home. The day we visited you (Feb. 4, 2006), my husband, Martin, took an instant liking to big, rambunctious and still growing Clyde and I fell in love with the shy little dog with the bad haircut in the next kennel, Brandon.
We took Brandon out for a test-run and he did nothing but shake and do everything he could to avoid us. I'd toss him a ball and he'd just look at it. Next up was Clyde. He jumped and ran and chased balls and brought them back. I wanted the little dog because I felt he just needed a one-on-one. I also imagined Clyde ripping through our apartment! My husband, on the other hand, pictured Clyde fetching slippers and hauling our car should it ever break down.
After a long discussion over lunch with Bob and Carol (not only our friends but it was through them that we found you), we decided on the little dog. As we were signing the paperwork and walking towards our car for the long ride back to Marina del Rey, my husband was still a little reluctant saying this was the smallest dog he had ever had in his life. The least I could do was let Martin rename the dog: Fergus Haggis, Ninth Laird of Perthshire, in honor of Martin's Scottish heritage.
We hadn't made it to the 5 Freeway when Fergus was fast asleep on Martin's lap and Martin was in love! They are best buds. We cannot begin to tell you of the joy and happiness Fergus has brought into our lives. Here is a photo. While he looks sad, this is not the case. This is his trademark, I haven't eaten in months so if you could just drop that steak bone to the floor I'd be much obliged look. He is so happy and loves to play and yes, he even chases balls.
Thank you for all the good you do on behalf of the furry critters. Michelle, Martin and Fergus.