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Protected by an angel

October 12th 2012 7:36 pm
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I've been feeling a little under the weather lately, and my beautiful white fur was getting pink on my paws, tummy and face...and yucky brown around my cute little face. My mom took me to the vet. She said I had a fungus on my footpads and needed some medication and lots of special baths. All was well for a while, but then, geez, all the medicines seemed to make me want to drink BUCKETS of water. And, y'know what happens if we drink buckets of water, right? I needed to go outside to visit the shrubbery about every ten minutes!

Well, my mom works far away and has a long commute...and I've had some, well, let's call them "issues" with the dog-walker letting me get a little aggressive with some scary guy's shoes (I swear those boots looked just like the UPS man's muzzle-kickers!). So, my mom leaves me on my own all day. And I've been so good with this, really I have. I usually just cross my legs and wait patiently until my Mom comes home, and we go for a long, frisky walk. But...with all the chugging of water...I just haven't been able to hold it. I was so embarrassed!

So, my mom took me back to the vet, just to be sure I was ok. (Oh no. Not that thermometer again! Really??) The vet and my mom talked a long time, and the feeling in the room seemed sad. I think I heard the vet say that maybe the long days away just weren't good for a Westie. All I know is, when we came home, I heard my mom sniffling a little while she contacted the rescue people to talk about something called "options."

For the lots of days (I lose track. I'm a dog!!), I noticed my mom seemed really remote, like she was trying not to get too close to me. I felt bad. I didn't know what I'd done! I think she was trying hard to make a decision, and a few times I heard her say, "I just wish I knew the RIGHT thing to do for you, Doogie!"

Then one day, my mom went away to think. She parked in a remote area near the woods and sat and sat. Then the miracle happened. She saw something in the rearview mirror. Something white...and obviously adorably cute. It was a Westie. From out of nowhere! Then there was another one! She didn't see anyone around and jumped out of the car, unable to believe her eyes. She looked and looked. One Westie definitely wasn't on a leash; but then she saw a thin, stretchy line leading off into the woods...and a nice man popped out. He looked a little like Mr. Rogers! My mom and the man talked about his two cute guys and...for no reason at all...she told him that she was trying to make a tough decision. She told him the story...that she was gone too long all day and worried that a Westie should be able to run free and play all day long and maybe somewhere there was a place like that! And the nice man said, "Y'know. That dog doesn't even know what he's missing. Does he sleep at the foot of your bed? Does he wait for the chance to sit at your feet? Does he look at you like you're the best thing since bacon-wrapped-rawhide? He isn't missing out on anything! But, if he went to yet another home in a long string of homes...he would miss YOU."

Thank goodness this nice man showed up to talk to my mom. From that moment on, she has been at peace. And we are back to our good ol' life together. And I'm not going anywhere else. Ever.

Having an angel on your side is a great thing!


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Barked by: ✨ Finley ✨ (Dogster Member)

October 12th 2012 at 7:40 pm

That man was right! If you were on steroids, it is very hard to hold it all day...

Glad for you and your Momma!
Barked by: ✨ Whitley ✨ (Dogster Member)

October 13th 2012 at 1:35 am

Glad your momma got it figured out! And meds can make it hard to hold it, I's on antibiotics right now and having a hard time, my momma's been calling me Pooperella lately.

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