Sonny

Nobody knows - or admits knowing - what happened to him. His history starts when he was brought to the animal shelter in Hutchinson with a broken leg and a broken pelvis several months ago. At the time he was still a pup, a very scrawny basset hound with a really big need.

It's a no-kill shelter. He got the care he needed. The bones healed, the body filled out, he got his shots and neutering. He must have gotten a lot of love as well, because he's now a loving, gentle dog. He gets around fine, including getting into and out of the car. I'm told the only - or at least main - residual effect from his early life is that he sits funny. He was put up for adoption a few weeks ago.

Yesterday he got a home, with a new owner who's as loving and giving as he is, a bit slow in the walking-around department, and as thrilled as he is with someone new in his life to love. It's a perfect match. They spent last night falling in love with each other. I heard all the details over the phone, when Sonny was in his lap, or finding the right snowbank to lift his leg at, or sleeping in his new kennel. It was Steve who adopted him (the fiance', not the brother), so he's going to become a part of the family. I can't wait to meet him.