Growing up my first dog was a Vietnamese mutt who had patchwork eyes. One eye had 2 colors, the other had 3 colors.

Interesting story on how we got him… My parents got a call from the airport saying “your dog is here, please come pick him up”. My mom responded “We don’t have a dog.” “Are you [insert names here]?” “Yes.” “Well, your dog is here.” “Where is he coming from?” “Vietnam.” “We’ll be right there.”

My sister was in Vietnam with the Red Cross during the war. Her Red Cross troop had adopted a puppy and it was getting “of age” (apparently ‘young dog’ and ‘old cat’ are tasty). So she put the dog in a crate, slapped my parents contact info on it, and put him on a plane. And that’s how I got my first dog…