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aplacetolovedogs: Submitted by Marc M: The camera’s flash made this dog’s eyes look like laser beams. Seems fitting since he has a superhero costume on Here is the story of how I got my dog: After finishing lunch at a local sushi joint in Philadelphia, I noticed a puppy tied to the door of a coffee house. When I stopped to pet it, the barista came outside to greet me and asked if I wanted to take him home. He’s adorable, but no thanks I said. Well, the police will be here soon to take him to the pound she responded. That’s weird I thought…why? She said that the owners don’t want him. When 5-0 rolled up, I agreed to take him. They took my contact info and I was off with a puppy that thought it was a great idea to stop and poop in the middle of 7th and South street in Philadelphia. The plan was to take him to a no-kill shelter in NJ that I had volunteered in when I was in high school vs. the Philadelphia pound. Later that week, the owner of the coffee shop contacted me. He said that he had a crate, some food and toys for the dog. I agreed to meet him. He told me that the dog’s name was Chopin (SHO-pan) and that his boyfriend took him home from a gay-pride parade a few weeks ago. I had grown fond of the little bugger so I took the doggie supplies home and renamed him Lupo. That was 5 years ago. Original Article

aplacetolovedogs:

Submitted by Marc M:

The camera’s flash made this dog’s eyes look like laser beams. Seems fitting since he has a superhero costume on

Here is the story of how I got my dog:

After finishing lunch at a local sushi joint in Philadelphia, I noticed a puppy tied to the door of a coffee house. When I stopped to pet it, the barista came outside to greet me and asked if I wanted to take him home. He’s adorable, but no thanks I said. Well, the police will be here soon to take him to the pound she responded. That’s weird I thought…why? She said that the owners don’t want him.

When 5-0 rolled up, I agreed to take him. They took my contact info and I was off with a puppy that thought it was a great idea to stop and poop in the middle of 7th and South street in Philadelphia. The plan was to take him to a no-kill shelter in NJ that I had volunteered in when I was in high school vs. the Philadelphia pound.

Later that week, the owner of the coffee shop contacted me. He said that he had a crate, some food and toys for the dog. I agreed to meet him. He told me that the dog’s name was Chopin (SHO-pan) and that his boyfriend took him home from a gay-pride parade a few weeks ago. I had grown fond of the little bugger so I took the doggie supplies home and renamed him Lupo. That was 5 years ago.

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