Picture of Bailey, a female Boxer

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Home:Richmond, VA  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Bailey

Mamma, Mom, Ma, Marmaduke, Bailey Bottoms, Pissy Pants.

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

April 25th 2001


When Buddy intrudes her personal space when she is relaxing and when the ferrets bite her feet.

Favorite Toy:
a rubber tire

Favorite Food:
C-H-E-E-S-E, and anything the humans are currently eating.

Favorite Walk:
Down to the tennis courts so she can run and play and chase balls.

Best Tricks:
She can Dance and crawl

Arrival Story:
Unfortunately, I didn't know better at the time, and we bought her (for an outlandish amount of money) from a puppy store. In January of 2001, my Mom, at the young age of 43, suddenly passed away. I was absolutely devastated. My world was gone. All of my hopes and dreams dissappeared without a trace. Without my mother to share it with, I had no reason to do anything, no reason to look forward to anything. For months I was in such a deep depression, all I did was lay in bed and sleep. I would drag myself out of bed to take a shower, but only with the "encouragement" of my fiance, and to avoid an arguement. Very rarely could he drag me out of the house, but on the rare occassion when he did, even though I was stuck in an abyss of mysery and despair, I, out of shame, would put on a happy face so I wouldn't let anyone know how weak I really was. For months before my mothers death, I would drive, several times a day, past this pet store. Always tempted to stop in and look at all of those adorable faces. But my logical fiance always refused, he knew the soft spot in my heart for little furballs, and knew if we walked in, we would walk out with a puppy. One day in June, he was able to drag me out of the house. As we were driving down the road, I again wanted to stop in to see those little faces, maybe for just a few minutes, I could leave the misery behind. This time he agreed, and in we went. We walked around and looked at all the puppies in their little crates, wishing I could take them all home with me. One of the few breeds we recognized, and first noticed, was a pretty Lab, so we asked the lady if we could see the pup. As cute as this pup was, I could have just walked out of the store without a second thought. So as the woman was putting the pup back, we noticed this little smushy faced dog, breed Boxer. I had never heard of a Boxer before, and asked to see this pup. When the woman handed me the pup, there was an instant connection, suddenly, it was like the world was OK again. I knew very well that there was no chance that I could possibly take this pup home, so what was the harm in playing with it for a little while. This pup was not overly hyper as the lab was, but not too laid back either. She would play with the toys and come over for some occassional lovins. She climbed on me, and then fell asleep in my arms. I couldn't let her go. I couldn't bear to walk out of the store without her in my arms. When I held her and played with her, all the misery dissappeared. How could I let go of that? After a very long conversation with my fiance, the pup still asleep in my arms, he agreed. I did have to leave the store that night without her in my arms, they wanted the vet to give her a good check up the next morning, just to make sure there were no problems. As long as the vet check came out OK, my fiance agreed that we could buy the puppy the very next morning. For the first time in months I woke up before Noon, got immediately in the shower without any "encouragement" and asked my fiance to call the store to see if the vet had checked her out. The vet had some emergencies that day, so was late in getting to the store. I was so excited and frustrated, I wanted the vet there, to check her out, so I could bring her home. Finally in the early evening the store called and said the vet had come, and given her a clean bill of health, we could come and pick her up. I felt like I would burst with anticipation, one of the first times in a long time, I felt nothing but good feelings. We went and picked her up, and again I felt that all was right with the world. I can't explain what that feeling was or how just holding this beautiful pup in my arms caused it, but I was always told not to look a gift horse in the mouth. She just seemed to know how I was feeling and just what to do to make me feel better. She somehow was able to bring me out of the abyss and back to the surface. I wasn't healed completely, but she was able to bring me to a level that I could deal with, I could function, and could look forward to the near future. She came to me at a time when I needed her the most, and gave me what I needed the most, although to this day I can't put a finger on exactly what that was. I could never come close to giving back to her the gift that she gave me, and for that gift I will be forever grateful! Bailey you are and will forever be my heart and my soul!

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