When I turned 21 ten years ago, I wanted to do something for myself as I crossed that milestone birthday. It was my college days, and as many people can attest to, those days tended to more often than not be filled with decisions that you may or may not regret in retrospect. As such, I was seriously considering getting a tattoo on my arm knowing full well that it's a fairly permanent choice that will carry with me for the rest of my life.
And then I decided to get a dog.
I flipped back and forth between the two choices, doing research/planning on both. I had given the tattoo design plenty of thought as well as started investigating and reading up on different dog breeds. As fate would have it, I saw an ad for puppies (I can't remember exactly but it may have been specifically for a dachshund) and decided to visit the locally owned pet store (All-Star Pets).
My friend Michelle gave me a ride and that was the first time I met Apollo. I saw him napping behind the glass display case, but he woke up as I approached and was quite eager to say "hi'. After playing with him in the little area sectioned off for socializing with the animals, I made my decision pretty quickly and without hesitation. The paperwork was done shortly there after, and the rest was history.
I had set out to give myself something special on my 21st birthday that would also have a long, life-changing effect. What I chose will without a doubt, have a larger and longer lasting effect on my life than any tattoo.
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