Buji and Me

Head held high, I walked out of the shelter with the dog others had deemed hopeless. Minutes later, I was banished from my own car by bared teeth and bristled fur, caught in the rain and dripping wet, foiled by the very creature whose cause I had just championed. Never in my life had I asked so many times, “What was I thinking?” When I rescued Buji, little did I know he would teach me some of li...