| fings1 |
| Posted 5/1/2008 10:03:22 AM |
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I rec'd a book from our dog, Bo, for x-mas 2006. Here is his adoption story.
OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS IN ALL THE WORLD SHE WALKS INTO MINE
We met back in the early 90s, December of 92 to be exact. I just had a major blowout with my first, somewhat dysfunctional family and decided that it was best for all if I just left. My foster dad gave me a ride to nowhere that ended up at a boarding house in Albany, NY. The place was great, warm with plenty of company, and their cheesy poof biscuits were to die for. On the downside, it was loud and smelly, not unlike me.
Even a lowly pug could smell her coming from miles away. It was Monday, as I recall, and the bells on the door jingled to announce her arrival. She was a beautiful blonde with a quick smile and a big heart. Wed seen this type before; they usually left with one of the pure bred Puppies. but something was different about this one. My instincts told me that any canine would be darn lucky to go home with a dame like her, so I made it my top priority to be that hound.
She wandered back to where we lived. Frankly, I was a bit embarrassed about the condition of the place. Some of my cage mates were not very clean and some even took to pooping where they ate. My next cage neighbors lack of etiquette was particularly noteworthy as he took to eating kitty snickers (thats slang for cat poo in the big house) openly. Sure they taste good, but youre not getting adopted if youre seen eating one.
As she came closer to my humble accommodations, I tried everything I could to grab her attention. When she finally got to me I made direct eye contact with her, angled my head at a 45 degree tilt and gave her my trademark BoPaw reach. As a bonus, my head as a pup was fully-grown, although my body wasnt. While it would have been abnormal on any other dog, my oversized cranium actually made me cuter.
With the paw in the air and the bobble head turned just so, I stared into her eyes. I could see instantly she wanted me. Needed me. Had to have me. Hey who wouldnt?
With her finely manicured nails, she reached out and petted me. She was clearly enjoying our encounter. How easy these humans are to manipulate, I thought. Her hands..
(it's kind of long so the rest, if you like, is at http://boknowsonline.com/2007/09/08/of-all-the-gin-joints-in-all-the-world-she-walks-into-mine/
Hope that's alright, nothing for sale, just some doggie news) |
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| maligirl1 |
| Posted 5/1/2008 1:18:44 PM |
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Active: 12-14-2007
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nice |
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