Timothy Braun: Stay Here, I'm Getting You Out, or Away With Dusty
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Five years ago I looked into a cage and said, "Stay here, I'm getting you out," to my dog, Dusty-Danger. He was sitting in the second pin at a shelter in Austin, TX, a shelter that had become known for putting down 50 percent of their animals. Walking into the joint was a random accident, a moment in which I was looking to escape the Texas heat, but a good choice. I had no intention of getting a dog, but was enamored by his one blue, one brown eye, and his charm. Chewbacca, Dr. Watson and the entire career of Dom DeLuise should all kneel before the fur-covered sidekick-ery of Dusty-Danger.
Dusty had been abandoned twice, once for financial concerns, and another because he "follows" people around the house. As Dusty and I got to know each other I was concerned he would cramp my style: I travel a lot, especially in the summer time, and didn't want to be held back. On the third day of having the dog I almost took him back to the shelter. He urinated on my books just as a new e
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