After a bit I went back and found Tasha - my beautiful black lab who made it to BOR. She flew in a plan with Tinkerbelle and Loved the ranch.
She loved Blue who was dropped in my drive way one night not much over 6 weeks old - where I found him after the neighbor gathering down the road. Other folks in the area also had his sibs dropped in their driveways. Blue made it to Dallas and MN where died.
Mint Julip was running down the middle of a highway in Elgin where I drove up next to her, opened the car door and grabbed her by her scruff. I drove straight to the local vet to post a note looking for the owner. She was a youngster. The vet said 4 months perhaps. She came to me after Tasha was killed.
She and Blue were best friends. Then Sammy, the neighbor's giant black lab decided he liked living with us better. He ran the entire area and was killed while running with Xdh.
a year later Miz Zeke and Brandy Alexander followed my friend who raised Morgans home to her ranch. She called me and said, "Come get your dogs." So I did. They went all the way to MN then TN. Alex died of a seizure at 13yo.
Zeke made it to the Cabin then Dallas where she died at 17 of old age.
Red found me during that next summer. He was my only Welsh Spaniel and died of cancer with in 3 or 4 months. He was a drop off.
I then was called and asked to please take Austin my giant Chocolate papered lab. He was three. He and Blue made it to MN where they died at 17 within a month of each other of old age illnesses.
Then Lady a black lab and Smiler - one of those yellow dogs that look like they are smiling all the time - showed up. I am drawing a blank of his breed. Darn. She was a real lady so gentle and kind and Smiler fit his name. He was a joy to be around. I found them both homes as we were moving to MN shortly there after.
Wennie - was running down the middle of a country road used by big trucks. He was a German Pincher. He was maybe six weeks old. He had been hanging out at my Drs office but no one wanted him. SO I did the same as with Julip - drove up next to him grabbed him be his scruff and took him to the vet. No on replied to the notice of dog found. Ween was the last of my BAZARSW to die. Also at 17. But he made it to Dallas..
Last but not least Charlie - My brother in Dallas, whom I was living with, told me there was a deserted dog up the hill in a cage with no food or water. He asked me if I wanted it. DUH!!!!
The vet dated him to 4 months old as being born on Halloween for all intents and purposes. Charlie has been my most difficult dog. I have been hurt and damage more by his actions than by Babe the horse. Sheesh!
He is lying on the floor by me as I post this. The Plumber and Electrician have both told me how they are impressed by his obedience. How fast he is and how amazingly high he can jump.
The vet was right - he will be six on Halloween - and she told me it would take that long for him to behave and settle down. I think my stories about him have given you an idea of how much of a trial he has been.
He is the second dog that I think is brilliant. Smart, clever, and along with Blue... Amazing.
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