Of all my kids (Greyhounds) there is only one that isn't a
"no-one-wants-it".
Crash, though loved by his trainer's son very dearly, wasn't wanted by
one rescue group because he had a lopped-ear and a crooked nose (hince
his name). So the one no one wanted adopted me and taught me much about
looks can be deciving.
Colt came home next, and of course you know his story. He taught me a
whole lot more about about looks can be deciving, and that even the
mentally challenged are very intellegent in thier own way- you just have
to break down your own personal barriers and see with open eyes and not
a narrow mind.
Birch was next, he was deemed "too spooky" to find a home and was going
to be put down because he was so spooky, he'd pee all over himself if a
dark-skinned male came in the same room (a teenager slammed him into the
starting box and he bit off part of his tongue due to this idiot). He
taught me patience and trust.
Biznes was next, he came to me for fostering when no adoption group
would touch him because he was a "too old brindle boy". He found a home,
didn't work out (obviously or I woulnd't of rescued him when he was
emaciated!) and came back to me. He taught me much about love.
Dynasty was last. He was too slow and I actually bought him from his
owner for the cost of a Coke and a Snickers. He then went down to
Jacksonville and won a stakes race for me!! He paid my way into college,
bought me a house, and paid off my camaro (and later my Suburban). He
gave me an education (college).
That was the beginnings of CBD Therapy Dogs... Years later, after
Dynasty, came Zaboomafoo. He wasn't wanted by quite a few adoption
groups because he was a brindle male. He looked at me and gave me one
huge grin, rooo'd to me, and that was it. He taught me to sing, even if
I do it off key, but the point is to try.
Then I got a call to go pick up a rescue, and enter Bluedawg. His
tattoo's are unreadable, so we'll never know who he is or where he came
from. Our best guess is he's a trainer give-away from Victoryland. I
wouln't trade him for the world though. He's taught me to not be set in
my ways, and be okay with change.
Pathway was one I saw and immedaitly claimed as MINE. She's a solid
white girl, and I mean SOLID WHITE, not even ticking, and a grinner.
She's taught me how to have fun in life, and take things with a grain of
salt.
Finally there's Elsa. Elsa-bell has been boarding here since 98, and was
goign to be bred, but her owner couldnt' decide who to breed her to,
then she didn't take to one breeding, and he died in his sleep before
she could be sent off to be bred to WigWamWag. She was mine from the day
she came here, and her owner knew it. She's always been "mom" to me, and
if you ever spent the night at my house you'd know why... its because
I'm HER puppy! She gets mad at me if I don't do things HER way, and she
doens't hesitate to let me know. she sleeps at night wrapped around my
head like a pillow, and has since she came here. she's taught me a lot
about compassion and caring for others.
Then there's been the others...
Misha... oh dear Misha Moose... he gave me my mother... I never "knew"
her until her last year here on earth and wouldn't of with out him. I
miss that big ole Borzoi
Sakeri lives up to his Hebrew name- Bringer of Yahweh's Comfort. He's
just been here a year, but I see great things in this Saluki.
I'm soon to add to the pack, Oksana (Gift from God). I do belive she'll
be a true gift to me, and can not wait for this litlte Borzoi to come
home. She's just now (today) three weeks old.
Last, but not least, is my dearest Drummnavoy. I didn't write the poem,
Heart Hounds (on his webpage) for nothing. He is my Heart-Hound, a true
"soulmate" in canine form. he saved me when my mom passed away... I'd
gone into a deep depression (I have bipolar) and he was the only one
that could pull me out of it- he brought me kibble, stuffies, his water
bowl, and his favored blankie... everything he knew that would keep me
alive. When I saw him paw open the pantry and get a mouth full of
kibble, then drop the kibble in my lap, I realised what he was doing-
"feeding me". He still works as a SD for me, providing a focus point
for me when I have a panic attack and alerting me before i go into a
Bipolar depression. He's the most special one in my home, and the one
closest to my heart.
I've had countless fosters come through here, and I was glad to help
every one of them find thier new homes... the one I miss the most is
Stinkey. I knew his calling was as a courser, and I couldn't provide
that for him at that time. I cried on the way home the evening I dropped
him off with HL Catrin who was taking him on to his new family at Gulf
Wars. I knew he'd be better where he'd have the chance to course- he'd
be happier, he was born to run. He'll alwasy be STINKEY to me, even
though his new daddy calls him Duncan ;-)
Jennifer and the "Half Tailed Pack"
~CBD Therapy Dogs~
Its amazing how one being can change the course of your life forever...
http://community.webtv.net/CBDTherapyDogs/doc
http://www.GRR-Adopt.org
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