A few days ago my old dog Peanut, a male Yorkie, died at the age of 15. Now our other dog Bella, a 5 year old Yorkie-poodle, is lonely. So this afternoon my mom and I went out to 2 dog shelters looking for a new dog. The first place looked alright because they had a huge yard for some of the dogs to run around. I saw a lot of loud crackles, a brown cat doing that stretchy leg-thing, and a running squirrel. At the second animal shelter we picked a little black dog that we can adopt next week once he gets a flea bath. The place looked like a depressing prison, also most stray dogs are large.