How one pup found his way home...

So a long, long time ago before the DOHs knew anything about puppy mills and such, DOH#2 dragged DOH#1 into a pet store to "just look" at the puppies. Now seeing as DOH#2's birthday was  days away, she had planned on going to the animal shelter and picking up a pup there as a present to herself. Well as they are looking over the cute little balls of fluff in the pet store DOH#1 spots me. I was lying there sleeping...minding my own business, but somehow he became enamored of me. He dragged DOH#2 over to have a look at me and though she later rescinded this...she wasn't all that impressed. Still DOH#1 insisted on getting me out to play with and he went in search of a clerk to do just that. Well let me tell ya, anyone stuck in a  crate for as long as I was, becomes a live wire when finally freed! DOH#1 was already hooked, now to get at DOH#2...but how?! Well thankfully, the clerk came to my rescue on this one...you see I was a price reduced puppy...as in no one wanted me. I'd been there 6 months already and the next week I was scheduled to be put down if someone didn't buy me. Though looking back now, DOH#2 doesn't know if this was just some sales pitch, she couldn't let that happen to a perfectly good pup and so a little cash later and I was sprung to my furever home. I haven't looked back since and neither of my DOHs have ever had any regrets either. And that my dear pups and puppettes is how I...the great Bronson(yes, named after Charles Bronson...thanks to DOH#1) became one of the best things to ever happen to the DOHs!