He came into our lives in the usual way... through adoption. We don't mind folks who prefer puppies or pets from a litter in the neighborhood. We don't mind folks who love breeds - we love breeds, too. We don't even mind folks who raise show dogs. We have high regard for those dedicated people who give their show dogs the same love and attention we give our shelter dogs. But, in the end, we always turn to shelters for our first look... and we are never disappointed.
Chester was the one in a million. He was so quiet and unassuming, we were drawn to those droopy eyes and the intelligence we could see in them. We walked him around the shelter - he was good on a leash and clearly more interested in the sniffs all around the grass, than he was in the passing vehicles or people. Oh, he raised his head to check it out - who was walking by, what the breeze was bringing with it, what might be happening back at the shelter, which was his temporary home. We, Tom and I, marveled at his laid-back attitude.