CHAPTER 25
"If I could, I would have five hundred dogs!"
"I believe you," I shouted in Jessie Sandler's general direction. It was hard to hear anything above the exuberant barking that was the permanent soundtrack of Precious Paws.
"My dad used to think I was kidding--until I opened this place." She giggled. Jessie had to be in her late twenties, but she seemed younger. I wasn't sure if it was her petite size, her bright energy, or the fact that she smiled a lot. She seemed like a free spirit, less weighed down than the rest of us. Of course, she was doing what she loved so why wouldn't she be smiling? Seeing her dyed-purple hair made me smile, too.
"Let's go in the office so we can talk," she said.
I followed her through the facility, passing one cute dog after another. I recognized
