My daughter suffers from depression and her therapist thought a dog would help. “Someone who is happy to see me!” she pleaded.

So one Saturday afternoon we went an Adoptathon at the Twinsburg Animal shelter.

The noise was unbelievable! Every dog barked picked me,pick me! We knew we didn’t want a puppy and I didn’t want a hyper dog so we started eliminating.

Megan fell in love with a brown lab-bright eyed and sassy. She seemed too energetic. My daughter referred to her as a sports car.

The worker suggested a dog we had overlooked because he was so quiet. “Colonel Mustard is a good dog.Just look at those eyes.” Those brown eyes promised love and loyalty. Not a sports car but a sedan.

She explained that he had been brought in torn up by another dog (or dogs). He had to have surgery to repair his many bites.He carries the scars. But his trust of people was unencumbered though his trust of dogs was wary. The worker speculated he had been abandoned and then attacked.

His one ear wouldn’t stay up because of an injury and we quickly renamed him Van Gogh. He is a good fit for our family.

My hubby cares for him in the day. He learns new tricks easily. They are best buddies.

He has provided common ground for a father and daughter that didn’t have much to talk about.

I never realized what good listeners dogs were! Or how often they want to fetch that rope! Or how they actually listen to instructions! (We have cats, they are arrogant!) Van Gogh has given us unconditional love and someone who is happy to see us-everytime!