I had been searching for a dog for a couple of years and then one night I had a dream about a sick coughing brown husky puppy that had showed up on my porch and I took him in and trained him. The next day, for no reason, I felt like going to Trader Joe’s, while walking in I thought, “I should look to the right”. There was a pet store there I had never noticed, and I thought, what are the odds. I went in and saw a black husky puppy in the store, I asked if there were more. They said yes but he has kennel cough. It was the brown puppy from my dream. I went home, knowing this was my dog. Then my neighbor told me that this pet store chain is notorious for puppy mills. I didn’t want to contribute to that, so I looked into it and the pet store he was at was the only one that had been privately owned and turned into a non profit no kill shelter that rescues unwanted puppy litters from around the country. Not only that, but he was named milo, which is the same name as my dog who had just died. Also, to top it all off, he has the same birthday as my former partner’s (at the time we were together) sister. Now he is my service dog!