99% of the time, I’m a cat person. As an introvert, I typically don’t enjoy animals that are constantly up in my face and need constant affection (cough, cough – dogs.) That’s why felines are perfect for me.

A cat needs about as much attention as I can afford to give an animal. 30 to 40 minutes a day of pet love is more than enough for me. I’m a person that needs space. But yesterday, something wonderful and unexpected happened to my family.

As I entered my mothers home after a long day at work, I found a small puppy looking up at me with big brown eyes, longing for affection. I hate dogs. I mean, I HATE dogs. But this dog was different. I loved him from the moment I laid eyes on him.

I instantly began loving on him and playing with him, and this took up the remainder of my evening. Apparently someone decided that they didn’t want him and abandoned him at my moms house. I can’t understand why though. He’s the sweetest dog I’ve ever met in my life.

Although his soft, silky fur is pitch black, he has a personality of gold. I desperately hope that nobody claims him and that my mom doesn’t decide to give him away. They say the best way not to get attached to an animal is to refrain from naming it.

TOO LATE!! I have named this sweet little gift from the universe “Kylo” after one of my favorite Star Wars characters. I have my fingers crossed that we get to keep him. I’ve only known him for a day, but he already has my heart.

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