It was Thanksgiving break when my family decided to get another dog. We looked at countless adoption websites until we finally chose one. They were having a sale of puppies at a local Petco for a new litter of Sharpeis. We were told they were pure bred, so we decided to go. When we arrived, my stepdad set his eyes on a beautiful black puppy, while my mom and I loved a smaller light brown one. Both had huge wrinkles, consuming their entire body- a Sharpei signature trait. Just one look into their adorable puppy eyes and we were sold; it was like love at first sight! The woman selling the dogs told us if we fostered the two for a couple weeks, we could keep both or just one at a lower price, so of course we agreed.
On the drive home with the sleeping puppies, we started to think of names, although my stepdad made it very clear that we would only be keeping one; probably the black one. So we settled on the name Cole for the black puppy, and Tanner for the brown one. The next two weeks felt as though we had two newborn twins; exhausting, yet the good moments were great and everything they did was so cute! We all lost countless hours of sleep listening to the lonely whines of the puppies; they just wanted someone to hold them and cuddle with them. Of course I wanted to, but my parents told me we had to leave them alone at night or else they would become dependent on having us with them all the time. They were