Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: Long Island, New York
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I can't easily find photos of my last four because in those days I wasn't much of a picture taker, but I did (thankfully) have this mug made while I still had all four of them.
The mother, Jaime, had been abandoned and had a long deep patch of hair missing down her back. She must have been dropped of either on or by the highway. In those days I worked at a hospital right off the parkway. One day one of the girls called me and said there was a dog in the parking lot that the guards were watching out for but she looked hungry. Oops. You could never tell me that. From that day on, I used to go to a butcher store a few blocks away and buy her chopped meat and go out and feed her, give her water -- and love.
I was determined at that time not to get another dog. My last one had died a few years before and I wasn't in a place in my life where a dog would easily fit in. So I began a search for a permanent home for her. The problem was, it was the hottest summer we'd had in years and I couldn't in good conscience leave her out there to bake. So I started taking her home at night to relax in my air conditioned space.
Just about seven days later I found one of the guys at work who offered to take her. I suddenly looked at him, then at her and I knew I couldn't part with her. She'd become my dog. After taking her to the vet and falling madly in love with her (she was the best dog I ever had, one of my neighbors stopped me one day and said "that dog is pregnant." I took her back to the vet who said "absolutely not." He said she'd recently had a litter and I let it go at that. Well, as life would have it, the neighbor and the vet should have changed occupations.
One Monday night, during football, she delivered seven puppies. I used to run home from work every day just to see them. They sounded like human babies when they began making those cute sounds. I remember thinking nobody will ever want them because they're so ugly, but within weeks they were the most beautiful little things God had ever created. When they were old enough I started finding homes for them and I cried the day I handed over each one to its forever home. Ultimately I kept three -- and here they all are. You'll see Jaime, the mother on the bottom left, beautiful, angelic Christopher behind her, Miche (my son's friend named her Michelob) and Bandit.
And that's my novel.
Oh, and BTW, they followed me everywhere I went, en masse. My girlfriend Mary, a great animal lover said it would drive her crazy, but if I stood up and left a room, four dogs got up and left a room. It got mighty crowded in the bathroom. I felt a little like the pied piper.
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