|Late February of 2003 I was forced to make the decision we never want
to make about our pets. Sam, my 10 year old Rotweiler, was suffering her
second round of the Big C. 14 months earlier I had gone through the crisis
of getting it cleared out throughout her stoamch area and all seemed well.
But, it returned and was really bothering her hips and stomach area. I
couldn't put her through any more of this.
Over the following weeks I wasn't sure if I wanted to look forward to
this loss thing again with another dog, But.....
A couple weeks had gone by when I got a call from my best bud Russ.
He was at the Animal Humane Society and was walking a dog he thought I'd
be interested in. I couldn't leave right away as I had a customer due at
the shop so Russ sat and waited with this dog for an hour and a half! He
was afraid if he let them put here back in her kennel someone else would
buy her for sure. When
I got there I found them sitting on a bench in the walk area and
went in and sat with them. Blondie came up and jumped up next to me on
the bench and that was all it took, LOL. Blondie came home with me that
day thanks to Russ. Not only did he find Blondie but he paid for her adoption
Blondie is like
the dog on crack! She has never ending enrgy and enthusiasm and she expects
you to be the same. Hyper and attention demanding that she is, she has
the largest heart in the world. Blondie knows the precise moment that I
feel down, depressed, or just plain in the dumps. Shes right there with
her little licks to tell me "Who loves ya daddy !!". She's unbelievable.