April 26th 2009 5:09 am
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Foster failure! Yep! That’s ME!!! Phewww… I sure am glad! Mom can’t seem to get the goods outta me but here is what she has found out about my story.
I lived at a dogter’s office somewhere in Kentucky as a blood donor. Mom was shocked when she heard that because she had no idea they did that! She has sure learned a lot in the last 8 years. Anyway, I guess I had served my purpose because I was adopted out at 2 years of age. I went to a very nice family that lived in a big fine house in a really nice neighborhood, but they wanted to keep me in their basement and in the yard using an invisible fence. But they had no idea what a Houdini I was!!! Just ask Mom!!! (but that’s a story for another day) I kept getting out of the basement and would jump right through the fence, do my neighborhood rounds and run back in again! I’m such a manly dawg, I ain’t scared of nothin’! This family only had me a few weeks and decided I was not a good fit with their family. Hmmffftttt… I was too good for them is what it was.
Anyway, Mom had adopted Maggie two years before from a shelter. A lady she knows had it posted where Mom works and this lady knew Mom pretty well by now so she came to Mom and asked if she wanted to take in another Springer. Mom said absolutely not! What??? But after a long discussion Mom relented and said she would foster this “little” boy till she could find him a good home. BOL!!! I always find that funny. So on Friday, July 20th, 2001 Mom loaded up Maggie and Paul (a very good friend of hers) and they went across town to pick me up. Mom saw me before she pulled in the driveway and about had a heart attack! I was HUGE!!! Maggie is very petite and she was Mom’s first experience with a Springer and I guess she thought we were all that size. WRONG! I was twice Maggie’s size!! I have to add at this point it just occurred to us, we were all three adopted on a Friday! Sorry – back to the story. Mom started fretting about my size! But she loaded me up anyway in the back of the SUV and me & Maggie both stood at the back with the door up looking out at all the neighborhood friends that had come to say goodbye to me. At that time Mom got kinda angry because she knew right then I must be a pretty good guy for all these people to pull up in their cars and come running just to bid me farewell. Right? Well of course she was right.
Mom gets me home, realizes I’ve still got all my manly parts. Not good. So she sets out to get my vet records from the last owners and find me a good home. She found me a nice home pretty quickly but thankfully she had problems getting my shot records and she wasn’t going to let me go without the dreaded “surgery”. It took about 3 weeks to get my records. So before my “snip snip” I knew I was home to stay. Mom didn’t know it, but I did. Actually I knew as soon as I walked in the door. She notified my new home that I would be getting surgery and could go in about a week. So that would make it four weeks that Mom had me. Do you see where I’m going with this? Heheheheeee…. Surgery day comes and I lose my… ahem… you know. I come home and Mom finds blood everywhere. She calls the dogter and they said to bring me back in. They knew immediately I was a bleeder. They did all kinds of tests and it was confirmed I had Lyme disease. I stayed 2 weeks in the hospital and then another 2 weeks in outpatient every day. Guess what? Mom couldn’t let me go!!! She had to tell the new home that I was already home. She was afraid I may need special care down the road, not to mention she and Maggie had already gotten attached to me. Oooooh yeah!!! Well, I fully recovered and have been in the most perfect home I could ever ask for. I’ve always felt things happen for a reason. I knew immediately that Mommy and Maggie needed my love, attention and protection. It was a match only God could put together.
Eight years later, I’m almost 10 years old now. I’m happy, healthy and most of the time I think I’m still two! It’s been a great life. Now, I just need to convince Mom we need a poodle...
Buddy
Leave A Comment | 2 people already have Oh! Buddy! Your story is so very wonderfull. Sometimes our humans don't know at the first sight that we are made for them but we know better, don't we? BOL
And just a question, why a poodle? hehehe...XOXOXO
Biscotte Sweety, We are sad that you went through such a rough time, but so happy the outcome was your furever family. You have a great family and we don't blame you for watching out for them!
Sugar Danielle, Precious Michelle, and Special Dawn
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