April 30th 2009 12:05 pm
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I lived with my first mom for nine years....my whole life, really...up to the time she decided it would be easier to get rid of her lifelong friend than to teach her two small children how to be nice to that friend. So, I figured that if SHE wasn't gonna teach them some doggie manners, then I would! That's how I wound up in my REAL forever home. I was lucky really....not a lot of people want to adopt us older dogs, but my new mama already had a senior doxie that she was looking for a friend for. She didn't want a boy dog... but after seeing my picture on the rescue page for several months, she felt sorry for me and decided to give me a chance. When she first saw me, she was pretty sure she was gonna go home without me....I was a mess! My ears were funny looking, I had cataracts in both eyes, a lump under my chest and a big raw sore on the back of my neck. I spent most of the time during that first meeting underneath the sofa, hiding from the children who loved to chase me and grab me and scream too loud at me. That's when mama knew she was getting me out of there...despite all of my "faults."
So, I went home with her and took up residence on the far corner of the sofa. Except for eating, pottying and sleeping on the big bed at night, I stayed in that corner of the sofa for almost three years. Three years of wondering whether I was really here to stay. Three years of withholding my love and kisses...just in case. Three long years before I finally realized that it was OK to be a part of this new family. Three years of mama waiting patiently.
No one is really sure what made me finally give in after three years. Mama says that I finally got so old, that I forgot why I was on the sofa! She doesn't really care "why" though. She says that the first time I came over and gave her a little kiss, she felt like she had won the lottery. The funny thing is....I felt the same way.
July 6th 2006 6:00 pm
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I feel like you should be writing this Tail of Devotion about me, instead of the other way around. When I first brought you h0me four years ago, it took me a while to "warm up" to you......but not nearly as long as it took you to warm up to me! Three years is a long time to sleep all by yourself on the sofa! You were a tough one....not letting me or anyone else into your life. But I was a tough one, too. Patiently waiting for any opportunity to make even one small step into your world. Slowly...VERY slowly....you started showing me that I was beginning to earn your trust. A small pat here....a kiss on the head there....led to short naps by my side, a quick "puppy hug", one toenail trimmed. The first time you gave me a kiss, I felt like I had won the lottery. We've come a long way since then. You are a great dog, Barkley. It took me a while to finally find that out....but you were so worth the wait! Thank you for letting me be a part of your family.
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