Pauper, as he was named by the shelter director, was likely the product of a puppy mill. Unable to run due to extensive matting, he was picked up by animal control during a blizzard in Cheyenne, Wyoming in January of 1984. I learned about him at a meeting of the shelter and met him the following day. He was pathetically emaciated and his muzzle was scarred as he circled the room always keeping one side of himself to the walls. Several others had come to see him and offer fostering, but I was the only one he did not attempt to bite. Thus began my avocation of fostering and my love for Dandies.
    

In the 12 years he shared my life, Pauper was a loving gentleman who adored many people and assisted numerous other Dandies as they transitioned from fosters to Dandies with forever families. 38 foster Dandies later, Pauper’s legacy lives on and always will.