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Pet Orphans Life

I am now running in the sky

Unfortunately, the new woman who adopted me no longer had time for me. She began crating me 18 hours a day as her job kept her at work longer and longer. Being in a crate for that long is no fun. I had problems holding my bladder. I didn't get exercise anymore. I was angry. I didn't understand what I did to deserve this. I am a good dog! Like dogs will do, I started to show my anger. The organization decided they would rather kill me than try to find me another home when my owner told them I wasn't wanted anymore. One of my favorite kennel workers was with me when I died, though. She had the strength to be there for me when no one else was. My favorite volunteer is extremely sad and angry. She and her husband were willing to break their lease and move to adopt me. They loved me very much and knew what a good dog I was. They were never given the chance. It's very small consolation to her that I am now running free in a way that my previous owner completely denied me out of her own selfishness. At least I am in no more pain. There are plenty of other dogs here to play with, hands to pet me and people to say kind words to me. I am happy here.

My New Home

I have been so happy in my new home that I forgot to update everyone! I did go home with that nice lady and she loves me very much. I'm so lucky! I have my very own home now. Sometimes I thought it would never happen. The volunteers and kennel staff encouraged me when I would get down, though. "The very BEST home is out there for you. It's just taking awhile to find you because it's so perfect." They were right. My mom is very understanding and I want so much to make her as happy as she has made me. I learned how to get out of my crate the other day. I couldn't shut the door again so I just hung out on the couch waiting for mom to come home. I didn't chew anything up. That would have been wrong! I thought maybe I'd be in less trouble if I didn't touch any of her stuff so that's what I did. She walked in the door and I peeked my head up off the couch to say hello! She says I'm hoodini. I gather he's a famous magician who was good at getting out of things.

Thanks to everyone who followed my story, who loved me, fed me, took me on walks (or jogs!), trips to the park, to work with them...I am so very lucky to have had the support group that I did and now the home that I do. Barks and kisses to you all.

Sophie (my new name!)

Could It Really Be True?

A very nice lady came to see me this weekend. I liked her a lot. The feeling must have been mutual because she put an application in on me. I might have my VERY OWN person! All to myself! It's been so long that I'm almost afraid to hope. It would be a dream come true. No more bars, no more prison - a bed to sleep, a yard to play in, a person to cuddle with at the end of the day (hey, we big dogs like to cuddle too!). The staff and volunteers at Pet Orphans have taken such good care of me. They make sure that I get out in the yard, that I get to spend time in the office (hence my access to the computer and my diary), that I get to the park, go on hikes, practice my manners and gets loads of treats ('cause I'm just that good!). Inspite of all they have done for me, I would still be happy to say goodbye and settle into my own digs. I'm keeping my paws crossed as I dream of home tonight!

TTFN,

Nellie