So, You Have or Want a New Family Member? A Dog?! A Cat?!
Written on January 27, 2010 – 6:01 am | by maxine |
I will never forget coming to live here in the Ark. One extremely hot summer’s day in June 2001 Bob (that’s the head two legger in the Ark) saw me with my litter mates in a box just outside a grocery store. Two little girls were trying to sell us and it was so hot nobody was even stopping to look at us. But Bob did! To make a long story short, Bob and Andrea (his daughter) raced home and begged Mrs. Noah to let me come to live in the Ark. That very afternoon they took me to a vet to make sure I was OK, and the next thing you know, I was HOME!
Trust me, Mrs. Noah doesn’t normally recommend this way of adopting dog or another pet. It turns out I was the runt of the litter. But, with lots love and care I grew to be 55 pounds – actually much bigger than even the vet expected who thought I would be about 30 pounds at the most! In fact, the vet on that afternoon must have been very hot himself because he didn’t even know for sure what breed I was. He said to consider me as a “rescue” pup. What the girls told Bob was definitely NOT what I turned out to be. When I was younger I needed lots of walking and running time and it turns out I have hip problems and skin issues, oh yes, and some allergies. These are some of the reasons Mrs. Noah always says to do your homework before choosing a pet. Thankfully, my family did not surrender me to a animal shelter when I got so big and they gradually found out my health issues. Unfortunately, a lot of people do abandon the poor doggy that just grew and grew and grew, or ate and ate and ate, or barked and barked and barked, or chewed and chewed and chewed, or . . . .!!
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