Arlo, the Gentle Giant

Those who know me keep saying, “You sure went from one extreme to the other!” You see, my last dog was a miniature Dachshund. She was my baby for 13 years. I had always wanted a Dachshund and told me husband that if one became available at the local shelter, then, and only then, would I adopt one. A few weeks later, there she was, Zoey. A red mini-dachshund, 4 years old with fur that matched my hair color. It was love at first site for us both. But this isn’t about Zoey. I’ll save that story for another day. This is about Arlo.