One year ago I went to Atlanta Pet Rescue in search of a dog that needed a home. I immediately got dragged in by the sad eyes of a dog named “Quinn”. He was a stray, underweight, covered in fleas and had a broken heart. I sat with him for a while and decided he was the one. A year later, he is my little buddy, my side kick, my shadow, and my alarm clock (even when I don’t want one). ~ Jeff T.