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For this Thanksgiving Frankie Furter asked his blogpals to post our Thankful for being Adopted Story. Here goes mine....
Once upon a time, back in 1993, a little boy named Scruffy came into mom's life. You see, she never had a dog growing up. Her household was a "no pets allowed" household. Once she finished up college, she decided enough is enough and adopted Scruffy. He was a bit on the wild side and too be real honest, mom didn't know much about training dogs.- zilch, nada, nothing.
Of course the natural thing to do would be to adopt another dog. She may have had a college degree but common sense didn't kick in yet. But Scruffy was happy he now had a brother, Snoopie. Snoopie was the perfect balance to wild child Scruffball. Unfortunately, we lost Scruffy early- and Snoopie was left alone.
It was mom and Snoopie for a long time until he developed congestive heart failure. Two years after ongoing treatment, he went to the bridge. He was a very special boy and went thru many milestones... boyfriends, relocations, job changes, graduations, etc. He had a calming effect and a peaceful soul. He went to the bridge 11-27-07 and mom was very lonely.
Finally, a search began: Petfinder, 1800-Save-A-Pet, local shelters. After a long search, my handsome self was posted. I was wearing a winter scarf and a cute scruffy look. She has a thing for terrier mixes. (unfortunately my posting was lost on her last iBook which crashed).
Here's the story from the PAWS New England Rescue which saves animals from southern states. They bring them up to New England for adoption due to the overpopulation problems in the south.
"Little norwood was picked up roaming the country roads by Animal Control back in early November and took him to the kill shelter. He was such a sweet boy that they kept overlooking him on euthanasia days. we finally had room to get him and several others out of the kill shelter on 12/4/07 and take them to hillcrest clinic in memphis. Norwood had an upper respiratory infection at first and was immediately put on a broad-spectrum antibiotic and then he didn't want to eat while he was sick so the vet techs would hand-feed him just to get something in his stomach and two of the vet techs would go back to the clinic late at night to hand-feed him small amounts and to hold and rock him in a blanket. Several nights i'd be on the phone with one of them when they were back at the clinic when they should've been off work and at home. they do so much for our shelter orphans.So they nursed him back to health in just a couple of weeks and they were ecstatic when he finally got to go "home" last week :)"Here's cute and handsome me from my first weeks at home.
Yep, I was running the streets of Memphis at 5 months old and sick. I'm very thankful for the rescue and shelter staff who were able to save me from the kill shelter and nurse me back to health. Mom is thankful she found a perfect match for her.. a wild boy who loves to run, hike, swim and give lots of kisses. We are peas and carrots (just like she was with Snoopie). True companions.
Okay, now for eYewatch Friday fotos.. See what mom is holding.. She calls it evidence of my recent killing.
Hmm I don't know what she's talking about! You have to have a good eye to see it streaming from my lips. Oh well, serial killers always hold onto a keepsake.
Happy eYewatch Friday and Thankful Adoption Story Day!