|Barked: Wed Feb 6, '08 8:45am PST |
|Thor, you don't give them enough credit. Did you see the video of the pup whose friend had been hit by a car, and he stood in the middle of the street trying to get his friend to get up and go with him?
This reminds me of the one pup we fostered. It was during Hurricane Ivan. Some people down the street had taken the collars off their dogs and let them loose, just before they left town to evacuate. Their black lab came to our house 2 days before the hurricane. We fed her, and she stayed around. When we started packing up to evacuate, she layed under the trailer (we were planning to take her with us, but she didn't know that). She had scars, a flat dull coat, and was thin. We took her with our dogs, cats, and turtles and went to grandmothers. She stayed right by me the entire time. We actually had to crate Harley (he was barely 1 year old at the time) because he was too hyper. Ivan turned at the last minute and went and beat up Florida. When we got home, I couldn't let her go back to what she had come from. But, I knew that living so close to them, we couldn't keep her. So, I worked hard and found her a home in the next town with a vet tech. We stayed in touch, and went and saw her a month later. She looked so much better. When we first walked in, she went and hid. (They said that was unusual). Then, I called her Sweety (what we called her). She came running to me. I sat down next to her and she wrapped her arms around my arm. Did she not know that I loved her? Did she not know that we rescued her and gave her a better home? Hershey sits up on her hind legs and wraps her arms around me (a hug) when I have to go somewhere or have to leave her at day care. Harley wakes me up every morning with kisses. Dogs are very much capable of emotion. If they are capable of feeling it, they are capable of feeling the receipt of it.
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