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Jenny
In
November of 1992, one of my daughters worked as an assistant
in a local animal hospital when a man brought in a small
sheltie to have her put down. He had kept her outdoors with
German Shepherds which had attacked her and bitten her
throat badly. The doctors did extensive repair to her neck
leaving it covered with bandages. She was very thin and
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My daughter
called me that day to say the dog was so well behaved during the
medical care that they felt she would be a good pet for a woman
and asked if I would like to try keeping her. My husband had
passed on a year and a half before and I was still adjusting to
the loss. I felt reluctant but agreed to a trial and after a few
days in the doctor's care, my daughter brought her to me. She
still had the bandages and was so quiet. She did not respond to
anything and was so afraid to trust anyone, especially men.
(Later there were signs she may have been mistreated.) I made a
"temporary" bed in a box with a towel.
But after two
weeks with me she began to relax and show trust, though she
still avoided all men in my family. By four weeks we were
bonding so I bought a plush bed for her. When I gave it to her
she "kissed" my hands and showed such pleasure at the gift (and
the safe home).
I enrolled her
for training and she willingly learned everything quickly and
her behavior was perfect. My whole family came to love her and
she eventually welcomed even the men. Doctors and Groomers
always complemented her behavior and beauty, making me proud.
Her brown eyes
looked at us directly with such comprehension. We comforted each
other, enjoyed life together and shared a peaceful, loving
friendship until June 2006. She was a blessing in my life. We
placed her here near my house where I will plant a tree to honor
her.
Lynda B.
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