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I didn't
understand what I had done wrong. I was back at the SPCA, only 8
months after being adopted from there. But alas, there I was, in
the cage again, hoping someone would come QUICK, take me home and love
me forever. I was a pretty big girl, so
I was worried that it just wouldn't happen.
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I saw
her walk in, and so I put on my best sheepie smile that I could
muster. She stopped at my cage, looked at me, took me out and
petted me. After putting me back, she grabbed the papers off the
door and left. I sighed to myself, thinking of the lost
opportunity to finish "showing off my stuff" so she would love
me and take me home with her. Little did I know.....
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I went
home with MOM that
day, and that is when my "wonderful" life began.
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I always
added a new dimension to housework by barking at the vacuum cleaner or
the broom. I knew I'd end up in the bedroom so she could finish in
peace, but I just couldn't help myself. And when MOM
watered the yard,
my favorite thing to do was to
drag that sprinkler around, after attacking it numerous times.
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It was
such a relief each day when
MOM came
home from work....I always watched out the front window until she was
safely home. I also felt it very necessary to accompany her
everywhere she went in the house too, even to the bathroom.
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MOM became
involved in Old English Sheepdog rescue in the autumn of my life.
It usually took less than 24 hours for a new "boarder" to
realize I was the QUEEN. Some new boarders it took an extra day,
but I always got the point across. I also earned the nickname of "door
dog" because I excelled in lying right in the doorway so no other
sheeper could come or go without my permission.
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I left MOM
to go to Rainbow Bridge on Nov. 14, 2001, and I know that she will
meet me there and we will cross together. She misses me a lot, but
although she can't see me, I'm with her every day, still following her
to the bathroom and around the house.
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I
had a wonderful life on earth.
Thanks for letting me share a bit of it with you.
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And as MOM
always says,
"To
the world, you're just a person;
to a rescued dog, you are the world."
She
certainly was mine.
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