LaTigresse
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Ohhhhh what a beautiful little baby! I would be a goner too. When it comes to my furry babies I am such a sucker. Visiting an animal shelter is hazardous. When I still lived in Cedar Rapids I boarded my horse on the same road as the county animal shelter. I was always mentally putting blinders on as I drove by, pretending it did not exist. I know that if I go in and see just that perfect pair of sad eyes, I am lost. With good reason because I almost always have had a constant of two dogs in the house, and usually large german shepherd or german shepherd mixes. Wellllllll, one day by mistake I purchased the wrong flavour of dog food. I always bought it in 50 pound bags so after my two princesses turned up their noses at the first bowl full and I had to go buy another bag of the proper flavour I was stuck with this huge bag of dogfood that was going to go to waste. I knew what I had to do. Donate it to the shelter. The very same shelter both princesses came from. You see I had a good track record. Since bringing the second doggie diva home I banned myself from going back. Instead, I stuck to supporting the shelter with mailed cash donations. But here I was with almost 50# of dog food that thoes poor poor homeless babies neeeeeeeded. So, I steeled myself, said I would just quickly drop it off on my way out to the stable. I was a woman on a mission. Into the parking lot I pull. Stopping to admire the exteriour of the new dog wing spanning out from the left side of the building, that my few donated dollars had helped to construct. I was impressed and just a little proud. Squaring my shoulders I marched up to the door, going inside, stopping at the desk right inside the door. Enquired of the nice young man if they took open bags of dog food as donations, explaining how I came about having this large bag of kibble. It just so happened that this young man was new and was going to have to go track down the administrator to ask if they could take this donation. There I was. All alone. The door to the new doggie wing just calling me. I just HAD to go admire this new addition from the inside. Yep, only a few steps inside and there he was, 100# of wavy red fur and two big droopy sad brown eyes staring up at me, chin resting on paws. Laying there unmoving except for the slow flop of his tail as I looked down at him thru the chain link kennel door. Two days later I had 3 large dogs living in a 620 square foot house. Two spoiled princesses and one huge, goofy, red golden retriever. So yeah jali, I can empathize.
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My twisted, self deprecating, sense of humour, finds alot to laugh about, in your lack of one! Just because you are well educated, articulate, and can use big, fancy words, properly........does not mean you are right!
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