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So many times, he watched people being escorted to his cell by the animal control officer and so many times he watch people walk away. He knew the animal control officer was diligently trying to get him out, and he also knew that his time was quickly coming to an end. Pets survive for only so long in high-kill shelters. One day, he overheard the animal control officer talking to the Intake Team of Our Pal’s Place. She told them that he was such a good boy, but most adopters in that area did not want a cattle dog mix even with his handsome markings and one blue eye. As he listened, he didn’t want to be disappointed again and started walking to the back of his cell. Suddenly, he heard the cell door open. Smiling faces peered in at him and the animal control officer gently placed a slip lead around his neck. With guarded hope, he followed the animal control officer outside to the sunshine and fresh air. If nothing else, at least he would get a few moments out of the smelly, wet, loud county shelter. The people kneeled down to interact with him, and he gratefully returned the attention. “We will find you a home,” they told him. “What?! Am I really getting out of here? Do people really want me?” he thought in disbelief. His tail started wagging anxiously as he loaded into the minivan of Our Pal’s Place. Once in the Pet Adoption Facility, he was named Skye. He liked that. Skye was then introduced to a beautiful black lab named Nila. “Boy, she is good looking,” he thought to himself as they ran, played and tussled in the yard. Coming back inside, they curled up on the blanket together. Skye was grateful to have a friend. They frequently talk about the home they each dream of. Skye wants a home where he can be a part of the family and provide loyal companionship. He’s ok with having a dog sibling or being the only pet companion. He just wants someone he can love and who will love him back.