Little Pooh Bear


April 30th 2010 12:12 pm
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My name is Luke. I was born in the wood's of Tennessee to a mother whom I will never meet. I am not sure why, but my mother decided to move me and my siblings to the other side of the woods. To do this she would have to cross a street. I do not know all of the details, but my mother dropped me while she was crossing the street.
I will always wonder why my mother dropped me. Was it an accident? Did she do it on purpose? Why else wouldn't she come back for me? But no matter what the reason was, the fact remains the same. I was left on the street as a new born puppy.
Fortunately it was not a busy street, but it was the hottest time of the day. The hot tar began to singe my tiny feet and my umbilical cord. Before the tar caused any permanent damage, a truck was driving by and spotted my tiny body. This was truly a miracle because had the truck not spotted me I surely would have been run over.
The man in the truck scooped me up and drove me to the local animal shelter. There, the workers called a woman who bottle feeds abandoned puppies like me. The woman picked me up from the animal shelter and fed me a bottle on the way to her house. At her house, I was placed in a nice warm bed where I was able to fall asleep with a full tummy.
As I grew, my mother introduced me to some of her older foster puppies. I really bonded with a pup about my age. His name was Jake and he was much taller then me and could already see and hear very well. We played, ate, and slept together. He was my best friend.
I was approaching 6 weeks old but my mother noticed my eyesight was not developing as well as it should be. While my foster mates were running around with out any trouble, I was bumping into walls. My new mom took me to the vet to see what was going on with mt eyes. The vet took one look at my eyes with the opthalmascope and told my mother that I was blind. After we left from the vet's office, I was afraid my new mother would not love me as much because I was blind or even abandon me on the side of the road just like my real mom. But my new mom eased my fears when she whispered into my big floppy ears, "You are still perfect to me, Luke."
As soon as my foster mates turned eight weeks old, they had to be returned to the animal shelter so that they could find a permanent home. But when I turned eight weeks old my mother said that I was special and that she was going to keep me. I was so excited to find out that my mother decided to keep my best friend Jake too! This way he could lead me around and I wouldn't have to worry about bumping into any walls. I will turn four years old in June of 2010. I have been having a blast with my family ever since and I know that I will never be abandoned again.


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Barked by: Sandy (aka Thumper) (Dogster Member)

April 30th 2010 at 2:58 pm

Yay to your mom for choosing to adopt a "SPECIAL" needs dog

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