Anyone else feel some tears coming on?
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This is a true story:
I mentioned the tripod I rescued from a little old lady shelter. I hadnt gone there to get a dog, just driving around checking out the neighborhood to see whats where.
I left without the dog, telling myself I dont NEED a dog, especially an unknown one with issues. Andy was shy and even timid when I offered a pet...but when the old lady said: "he loves his ball" I tossed it and he lit up in joy.
I couldn't get that attitude out of my mind.
So you know, against my better judgement I went back the next day and said "how much". She said no charge and I gave her a donation for feed for other animals.
Andy was obviously mistreated: he'd cower if I raised my voice, shoed away from newspapers, but boy did he like to hike.
I recall bushwhacking and bouldering up the backside of a steep hill nearby, and if it was too steep to haul him after, he just found his way barking excitedly until he could join me wagging tail and grinning, covered in dust, spiderwebs, burs, unfazed.
After awhile he started to show his true self, sweet and playful, but still pretty timid, on new things.
On time we were crossing a meadow, Andy casting about ahead or lagging behind getting sniffies...
Suddenly a big pitbull looking dog burst out of the treeline abiut 50 yards ahead...full-steam charge sounding serious, NOT a bluff.
I was getting ready to give it a good swift kick in the snout when I heard something from behind and that 50# tripod went flying by into the pitty, bing bang boom, a furious hairball of dust and flying fur
Followed by the sight of that pitty rear end headed the other way, tail tucked.
Again, smiling tail wagging...
and no serious blood...was Andy.
Put him on the leash, approached the tree line to find a homelss guy camped.
His dog was just protecting him, as mine had been protecting me.
I mentioned the tripod I rescued from a little old lady shelter. I hadnt gone there to get a dog, just driving around checking out the neighborhood to see whats where.
I left without the dog, telling myself I dont NEED a dog, especially an unknown one with issues. Andy was shy and even timid when I offered a pet...but when the old lady said: "he loves his ball" I tossed it and he lit up in joy.
I couldn't get that attitude out of my mind.
So you know, against my better judgement I went back the next day and said "how much". She said no charge and I gave her a donation for feed for other animals.
Andy was obviously mistreated: he'd cower if I raised my voice, shoed away from newspapers, but boy did he like to hike.
I recall bushwhacking and bouldering up the backside of a steep hill nearby, and if it was too steep to haul him after, he just found his way barking excitedly until he could join me wagging tail and grinning, covered in dust, spiderwebs, burs, unfazed.
After awhile he started to show his true self, sweet and playful, but still pretty timid, on new things.
On time we were crossing a meadow, Andy casting about ahead or lagging behind getting sniffies...
Suddenly a big pitbull looking dog burst out of the treeline abiut 50 yards ahead...full-steam charge sounding serious, NOT a bluff.
I was getting ready to give it a good swift kick in the snout when I heard something from behind and that 50# tripod went flying by into the pitty, bing bang boom, a furious hairball of dust and flying fur
Followed by the sight of that pitty rear end headed the other way, tail tucked.
Again, smiling tail wagging...
and no serious blood...was Andy.
Put him on the leash, approached the tree line to find a homelss guy camped.
His dog was just protecting him, as mine had been protecting me.
Love that story.
