By Avry Giordano
I, like the majority of pet owners now, have a pandemic animal. In particular, I fall under the “Pandemic Pup” category of pandemic animals.
It began on a fateful afternoon in August 2020. My stepmom and I had been convincing my dad for years to get another dog, insisting our current dog, Floyd, needed a sibling. Listen, prior to the pandemic, my stepmom and dad would go to work in the city every day from 6 am to 8 pm, which left no space to take care of another dog. When the pandemic hit, like many other people, they were forced to work remotely until this year. After a couple...