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March 6th 2007 5:25 pm
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There I was, stuck at Animal Friends for the second time in 3 years. I don't know why my two owners sent me there, but I had to get out. Then my Mom showed up and sat with me for a bit. I tried real hard not to be too spazzed, I tried to tell her I'd be good and would be a nice dog and keep her company. So she took me home.
But on the way home I got scared and cried the whole way home (about 2 miles). Mom said I was screaming, but I was just scared to be in the car again. When we got home, I checked out the big back yard while Mom put my crate together. I really surprised her when she finished it cause I jumped right in. It felt so good to be in a safe crate, it's really different from the cages at the pound. (They call it Animal Friends, but I didn't think it felt very friendly.)
But here at home, in my very own crate, it felt like I'd come home at last.
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