My Best Friend
Emmett, Emmy, Emmy Monster, the list goes on. He’s a 2-7 year old Manchester terrier. The vet was unable to determine his age due to him only having two teeth left. (Crazy? The can tell the age by the teeth) But Emmy is an extremely playful dog so I’m assuming he’s still rather young. He was my Valentine’s Day gift to myself from a Fostering Animal Program. He is very scared of men, has no idea how to walk on a leash, and as I stated before has 2 teeth (due to someone physically injuring him) he’s seriously a charmer with the ladies and children. I’m happy I was able to rescue this fine little fellow and provide him with a forever home. He’s the best thing that has happened to me in 26 years. He makes me smile, cry, and know what true companionship means. Now that I have him, I’m not sure what my life was like before. We are currently looking into some dog training to help him get rid of his fears so I’ll update as this progresses.