Cowboy had a life well beyond my scope of imagination. I remember the first day I met him, it was as if the water on his nose were the tears of his experiences. His little face melted me. Cowboy was the only dog not barking at the top of his kennel for my attention, which surely enough got my attention. He was brought in by a woman who saw him going through garbage cans to eat so she began to feed him for several days. When several days turned into a week, she brought him to the shelter where they named him Cowboy and immediately noticed his quiet and calm nature. His good behavior indicated he may have had a previous owner. He was very responsive to "NO." The minute you said a stern "NO," he'd huddle down into a ball and hide his face under his paws. This very submissive behavior and the cigarette burn on his left ear made me want to give him the home he never had. His little face could stop anyone. When I came to adopt him, the shelter workers told me a woman had come in two days before asking if she could pay the adoption fee for an animal of her choice, and she chose Cowboy. In return, I paid the adoption fee for another dog in hopes that they could find a loving home too. I came to find a dog to rescue, and came out with a dog who rescued me too. Cowboy came to be Poncho, my best friend. Poncho always wants to be right by my side. After a few months, the real parts of his personality came out because he finally knows it's okay. He's a happy dog with a happy spirit that I love indefinitely.

Katie
Indianapolis, IN