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The dog-park and sleeping.
Harley letting the dog-door bop me on the nose
yellow duckie and fuzzybunny that quacks
The dog park
In 2005, our beloved Pigoletto went to the Rainbow Bridge after a short battle with cancer. She left a great hole in our hearts and a tough legacy for any dog to follow. When I asked my mother, who is in her eighties, what she wanted for Christmas, she told me she wanted a mature, yellow English Lab, female, not too bouncy. I checked with all the rescue groups, several Ontario SPCA shelters, breeders and kennels, but no-one had a dog that fitted my mother's preferences. Had it been up to me, I'd have adopted a gorgeous black male pup I fell in love with at one of the kennels, but as it was my mother's birthday on Dec. 24th, I felt a double obligation to find her what she wanted. Finally, on the evening of Dec. 24th, I went on PetFinders.com and saw Lucy's picture. It was very like Piglet, and the description sounded as though she was exactly what we wanted, so I sent off an e-mail query right away.
Lucy had been fostered since Labour Day with a very loving family who were considering adopting her themselves, since she was such a wonderful dog. They had already turned down several applications, but accepted ours, since we knew the risks and expenses involved in adopting a senior.
I drove to Michigan to pick Lucy up on January 8, and returned the next day - over 8 hours each way. We arrived late in the evening, and I crated Harley so that Lucy could check out the house and orient herself. Eventually, she stopped sniffing everything in sight, and began to calm down a bit. She came over and touched noses with Harley through the crate, and they were both wagging and smiling, so I let Harley out to let them get acquainted. The very first thing he did was find his new Christmas stuffie and present it to her. He began to show her all over the house - his couch, his "sacred water bowl"- the toilet, his stash of toys, and his dog-door. Since then, he seldom leaves her side. He's completely besotted with his new sister. We go to the dog-park almost every day, and she's adapting very well to her new home. We love Lucy!!
p.s. My mother says it's the best birthday present she ever got.
I am LucyLabradorable, aka LucyLu from Kalamazoo, and I am 'leven hoomin years old. I used to live with some nother hoomins, butt they didn't want me any more, and left me at the Animal Control pound last August. It's a kill shelter, so I was rescued by an ASPCA hoomin and taken to the SPCA shelter, and then fostered with a furry nice fambly along with a nother fosterdoggie, Barney. I stayed with them until Chewsday, January 9. On Momday night, a furry nice lady came to see me and I liked howl she smelled immediately. I fell asleep with my head on her lap, beclaws she sat right down onna floor with me. She went away, but then the next day, she came back and I got in her moving den which smelled nice, like a boydoggie. We drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and stopped fur a pee and then drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and stopped fur lunch and then drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and talked to somehoomin in a tiny little house by a great big bridge. The nice lady gave that hoomin a buncha papers that she got at the SPCA shelter and then we drove and drove and drove and drove and stopped fur supper and then it started to be all snowy outside. We slowed right down and drove and drove and drove and drove and drove, and came to a nice den that smelled of wrinklies and doggies. I could hear a notherdoggie woof-woof-woofing, so after I checked out all the smells, I went over and touched noses with him. He couldn't bounce at me beclaws he was in a crate, but soon, the nice lady let him out and he brought me his favourite woobie. He told me it was one he gotted fur KissMoose. He is furry nice and I like him a lot. He told me his name, butt woofed that the hoomins call him daMoose or Harley. Of course, as alla you doggies nose, no hoomin nose our real names, our sneakrit ones that only doggies nose. I think it's beclaws hoomins don't understand the language of scents.
Anyway, after all that driving, I was furry thirsty, so I drank and drank and drank and drank and drank and drank and drank and drank and drank and drank, and then I went to sleep. Pretty soon, I woke up again and the nice lady took me downstairs and showed me a place where I could go outside, so I did, and peed and peed and peed. Then we went back inside to a nother room and the lady told me "Get up, Lucy". I didn't nose what that meant, but she showed me and I found myself up on a hoomin's bed!! I neffur did that befur!
There have been so many new things to learn. I am learning sit, stay, get up, down, outside, and GoFurRun. I like that one a lot! I have met lots of notherdoggies, and have met my noo vet who did lots of evil things to me, but I feel better than I have in a furry long time, beclaws MyNooMum changed my arthritis meds from Rimadyl to Metacam, and I can now RUN up the stairs.
The best part is Moosie. He lets me play with his woobies and he tries to get me to play tug. I get to go in and out whenever I want, and I get lots and lots of skritchies from alla hoomins in this den, and they almost never go away!! There is a hoomin here allatime. I get to sleep with MyNooMum and Moosie onna BED! And I get to get up on the MoosieCouch, too. Life is good.
I live to please.
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