She was found roaming the streets of San Antonio, Texas, so that’s why I named her Bexar. She’s a curly, floppy mutt that probably has some poodle in her. When we found each other, I had just lost my dog of fourteen years. My dog died in January, and when Bexar showed up in my life in May I wasn’t quite ready for another dog. I actually spent the first months kind of pushing her away a bit, and she did the same to me. I don’t think she wanted me, either! Then all of a sudden, it flipped. Now I’m completely in love with her. I adore her and she’s amazing. She’s the coolest, little scruffiest dog I ever knew.