April 8th 2008 4:19 am
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You're not gonna believe this, my Mom got an e-mail from a lady named Shana who was my very first foster mom once I got saved from death row!
She was so excited to see me doing so well in my forever home (she said I was her very first foster and was hard to place because I had issues). So my Mom wrote her back (she now lives is Moscow) and asked why I had been hard to place...my Mom and Dad couldn't believe anyone had turned me down!
Seems I was adopted first by another family (my parents didn't know this) and they put me in a crate and left me alone for too long and I managed to break out of the crate and do some pretty heavy damage while they were away. They said I even attacked some cat(s), but never hurt one real bad and that I wasn't great around other dogs (ok, so I don't like every dog on the planet). Anyway, they returned me to Shana and my re-adoption started all over again, ending with me coming to my Mom and Dad's.
This was really interesting background on me that my folks didn't know about before, but re-inforces what they already knew...I HAVE to be around my people...I can't be left alone! Fortunately, Mom and Dad are retired and are able to take me everywhere with them, or I'll stay home with Mom if Dad has to go places I can't go. Would you believe that in my whole year here I've never been left by myself? This would be pretty difficult if my folks were younger, still working and had obligations where I wasn't welcome. But, such is not the case, so that's not a problem here.
I really don't like cats! Everyone speculates that I probably had a bad encounter with a cat before I was rescued and developed a desire to chase them down (if I see a cat when I'm walking Dad, I'll charge it and almost pull Dad's arm off). And, also, I don't particularly like ALL other dogs, but I don't start fights...just don't back down either (see previous diary entry about my first fight since I've been here).
Well, anyone who know's Aussies, knows they are people dogs and want to be velcroed to their people at all times. So, putting me in a crate that I'd never experienced before, probably did drive me nutty enough to break out. Mom and Dad don't believe in crating if it isn't necessary. I've never done one iota of damage since I've been here!
So, it was wonderful to hear from Shana and get this additional information about my days before I came here. If it hadn't been for Shana and other people kind enough to take me in, I would never have come to Mom and Dad!
So, Shana, if you read this, please know how grateful I am to you for being kind to me and helping me to finally be placed in a forever home that understands the spectacular breed that I am..a proud and headstrong Australian Shepherd!
WOOFS and wags!
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