March 16th 2008 2:33 pm
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On March 26, 2008 I will have been in my forever home for exactly one year!
My parents had a run of bad luck before I arrived and we will all breathe a sigh of relief that I've made it thus far. Let me explain...
I was abandoned at some point when I was very young (quite the undignified way to treat such a beautiful Aussie as myself, don't you think?). Anyway, I digress. For a long period of time (no one knows how long), I was all alone, wandering around the highways and byways of North Carolina. Some think I may have been a victim of Hurricaine Katrina, but no one knows for sure. In any event, for a very long time I was completely alone and had to learn to fend for myself...so I developed quite the liking for unlimited wandering whenever and wherever I chose (I quite dislike this "leash and collar" thing my parents have been forced to impose on me now).
At some point in time, I must have wandered too close to the roadway and was apparently hit by a vehicle of some type and left to heal on my own. As a result of this, my back legs splay outwardly a bit, giving me a very distinctive gait! My parents think I might have been hit by a UPS truck since I go ballistic whenever one of those brown monsters approaches our home!
I guess I have a pretty strong constitution to have healed all by myself and still be able to walk (and pull very hard on my leash when being "walked").
Also, I must have eaten just about anything I could fit into my mouth during this time as vet visits (since I was adopted) have indicated the top layer of enamel is quite damaged on my teeth (but they're still VERY white and straight...helped along by Greenies and DentaBones my parents give me to brush my teeth). OK, enough about my journey for a bit. I need to tell you how I happened to come to my home a year ago....
My new Mom and Dad had an Aussie mix dog named "Buddy" that they loved with all their hearts for 10 years. When Buddy passed away in 1995 (the year I was born), my parents were devastated and went through a long period of intense grief and depression. They had been a "pack" and felt like a tripod with only two legs without Buddy.
After being so sad and lonely for about six months, Mom and Dad decided to try to adopt another dog. So, they went to a shelter and adopted a really cute little husky named "Rascal". He was a very sweet and gentle little dog and my parents grew to love him really fast. But, after having Rascal for only 4 months, one day out of the blue, he bit the UPS man in the front yard. Well, the UPS man wasn't bit bad (really only a hard nip), but he reported it to the Animal Control people and had to be quarantined for 10 days and now had a "record" with a warning to Mom and Dad that if he ever bit anyone again, they could be sued and lose everything they had (which isn't all that much). Mom and Dad were very upset, but since they're real old and living on Social Security, they had to come to a decision about Rascal's future. They ended up having to return Rascal to the shelter, which involved even more heartache (but they kept track and found out that Rascal got adopted by a really great family...so they were very happy and relieved.)
So, another couple of months went by with Mom and Dad feeling empty all over again (after all, they've always had a dog). Finally, in May 2005, Mom found a beautiful little golden retreiver mix on the internet and they ended up adopting him, naming him "Spirit" in memory of their beloved Buddy. All went ok, Spirit was a happy little dog and brought my parents much joy....until October 11, 2005. That day, Dad had gone to the grocery store with Spirit (as he had many times before) and when they got home and Dad opened the door, Spirit bolted out the door suddenly (he'd always just sat there and waited before) and started racing around the neighborhood. He was like lightening, crossing streets and yards as fast as he could with many of the neighbors trying to catch him. But, before anyone could reach him, Spirit ran out in the street just as a car was coming and his little life ended right there. Mom found him and you can imagine how upset she and Dad both were AGAIN!
So, another period of grief ensued for the next several months. Meanwhile, I was picked up by a dog "cop" and put into a shelter in Newport News, VA. I was on death row when a rescue organization in Arlington, VA saw my listing and raced down to Newport News and saved me. Then they put my picture and description up on the internet on Petlink to try to find me a home. My parents had decided they would just have to live without a dog by then, but a friend of theirs saw my listing on Petlink and called my Mom. At first, Mom said "No, thank you, but we've decided not to get another dog." But, the friend insisted that Mom and Dad at least go take a look, explaining that they'd know why when they saw my picture. So, Mom said ok, just to please the friend. When Mom and Dad saw my picture, they almost fainted....I look enough like their so loved "Buddy" to be his twin!! Well, that was that...Mom and Dad came to see me on March 22nd and I was brought to their home on March 26, 2007! Everyone who saw me couldn't believe it...I look SO much like Buddy (only I'm only about half Buddy's size, which is good for Mom and Dad since they are older now and would have a hard time with a dog as large as Buddy was).
So, here I am (it doesn't seem possible to any of us that it's been a year) home with Mom and Dad who adore me. It all seemed kinda like Divine intervention, y'know?
Well, I'm new to this forum and don't really know how it works yet, but I thought I'd introduce myself and will write more later when Mom isn't so tired.
I'm glad to meet any new friends and will be much better at this when Mom learns how everything works.
Till then....WOOF, WOOF....glad to meet you!
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