That’s why I instantly fell in love with Waffles. When I overheard a volunteer at the animal shelter call him hyperactive, his fate was sealed. He deserved to be adopted by someone who gets what it’s like to be judged for their personality, and lack of recognizing social cues, and who embraces his unique qualities. That’s one reason I’ve been hesitant to train him—I’m worried that he’ll lose what makes my sweet furball him if I do.
