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"Angel was with me
all the time, she was my constant companion. I was new to diabetic
pets and didn't want to miss anything. She came to know grandma's and
grandpa's, aunts and uncles, friends and other rescue dogs, as she
often accomapnied me on my transports and shelter runs. Angel was the
best riding buddy, sitting on her seat, belted in of course, with her
blanket that always traveled with us. We carried all the supplies we
could ever need for her and probably alot we'd never need. She had
pig's ears and rawhides hidden in the car for her trips. She would
ride patiently napping or resting, but as soon as the car slowed down
she was up and ready to see where we'd gone this time."
"She spent hours
wandering around the fenced yard, seeking her boundaries. She
eventually became so familar with the yard she could navigate it as
well as the sighted dogs could. She even mastered the deck steps,
teaching herself how to go up first, then down to potty in the yard.
She'd picked a spot for sunbathing along the west fence, and that's
where I'd find her if she wasn't standing in her baby pool on a warm
day. She stepped high with her front legs and rarely tripped on
anything, she wasn't a slow walker either, keeping up a pretty good
pace. I on the other hand was not a very good seeing eye person,
forgetting to warn her of dangers. We taught her warnings, "step
up" for a small step, "jump up" for big steps, like
getting on the couch, "step down" "Jump down" or
"watch"to indicate her to an obstacle directly ahead. She
learned quickly."
"Angel moved right
into our hearts. It was as though she was always here, as if this had
always been her home. She knew the floor and furniture layout in a
matter of a few hours. We loved her right away and wanted to protect her."
"Angel was here for
awhile, maybe a month when she decided she didn't like my dog Woody
at all. She took to biting him alot, she could seek him out across
the back yard, home in and bite him. She moved so fast when she was
after him it was scary."
"I wanted to protect
her and assure her she was safe, he was no threat, but in doing so I
encouraged her to bite him more. I then moved to disciplining her for
the biting, but that had no effect on her either. For some reason she
hated Woody and thought she needed to bite first, ask questions
later. With a very heavy heart I decided to adopt her to a great home
to keep her safe. All the bites to Woody ended up with Angel getting
hurt, Woody might get a scratch, but nothing ever serious."
"Angel went home to
a great home on August 4th. Jo and Cinda are serious MinPin lovers
and familar with diabetes. I thought she had the best home she could
ever want. I cried everyday because I missed her so, but knew she was
in a good place."
"Angel was there
only a few weeks before she'd picked one of Jo's Minpins to hate. The
fights were bad as Jo's minpins all wanted to help fight Angel off.
Jo was afraid for Angel's safety, too and returned her to me. I
watched them pull up and waited quietly as they crossed the street.
Angel was in her "what's up" pose, remembering the smells
and sounds, I think. Cinda let her down in the yard and I called her
name. She turned around fast, her little stubby tail going a mile a
minute. I was kneeling in the grass and she found me, climbed into my
lap and covered my face with kisses as fast as her tail was going. I
sobbed to have her back in my arms again, I had missed her so. I
vowed she'd never leave again, I'd make it work somehow."
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