It didn't matter. This pup deserved a chance just like any other, no matter what her name. I resolved to look for her the next time I was at the shelter and walk her. So I did. She sat patiently for me to get her out of her kennel in D1, the kennel block not often frequented by adopters. I looped the leash around her neck and we headed out to a little taste of freedom.
When we got to the field, Soup went to the bathroom almost immediately. I always like that as it signals to me that the dog might be house trained or at least somewhat trained. She sniffed around and jogged a few laps but nothing too exuberant. She was a calm, plain brown dog. Nothing special on the outside, other than she was a good size and medium to low energy. But she didn't have the unique coloring that attracts so many people.
Her uniqueness was on the inside.
I have met a lot of dogs but Soup tops the list as one of the sweetest. She wants to be with people. She loves to rest her front paws on your legs and get a good head-scratching. She devours any treats you give her, of course, but it's more than that. Soup doesn't crave treats. She craves attention and love.
Nobody knows her background, at least not completely. How could they? She's in a shelter with hundreds of other dogs coming and going, coming and going. And Soup languishes. People have stepped up and pledged help for her heartworm treatment - see, that's another negative. She tested HW+. There are people willing to help, she just needs a family.
No one knows her past.
You can be her future.
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