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Post by larrynz on Jul 4, 2007 19:20:13 GMT -5
My wife spotted the dog in panic at an intersection, cars going all round him, she stopped her car and tried to catch him, he bolted into a garage. The owners of the garage moved towards him with hunks of wood, Marilyn goes passed them to get to the dog first, she takes a gamble bends down picks him up and goes back to the car with him. He looked like a mastiff but smaller, a cross of some sort, huge frame with a cover of skin, little flesh. This will amuse animal lovers and horrify others, she made one of the grandkids get out and walk to make room for the dog. The first I knew was when she drove in at home and tells me she has brought home a stray. He had many old scars, plus fresh wounds and others half healed, he could not put one of his hind legs down, the place where a collar would go was a weeping raw mess, he was 48 pounds, should have been 70. You could see every rib, full of fleas, worms the lot, a real sad dog. I'm sure you all know about vet bills, he had to have an operation on his leg, neutered, injections for many weeks to counter mange. We named him Wallace because that was the name of the street he was found in. We now have a loving dog that worships my wife, great with people, fantastic with the grandkids, but other dogs he wants to kill, I think he has been used in the ring and had escaped. He is fine with my dog and our cats, funny thing is we have 2 cats and 2 dogs now all the same colour. We all go walking every day, on a leash, not me the dogs, his nature /training is such that he must be kept behind a fence, the affection that dog displays is hard to believe. The look of him is such that every young, would be thug admires him, others cross the road. I often look at him and think, so much love and affection, yet his death was imminent when Marilyn picked him up, the world would be a poorer place without him, I often think how nice it would have been to have him as a puppy, and train him. As a pup he would have been easy to train, his love of food is so strong.
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Post by cheryl on Jul 4, 2007 21:53:36 GMT -5
We all go walking every day, on a leash, not me the dogs, I love that line. Larry - I do enjoy your tales. You tell them so well. Please keep them up. Many thanks.
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Post by larrynz on Jul 4, 2007 22:04:18 GMT -5
Sorry Cheryl, Dog Tales are up to date.
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Post by cheryl on Jul 4, 2007 22:25:14 GMT -5
Well, couldn't you go out and get a few more dogs? ;D ;D
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Post by morningstar on Jul 4, 2007 22:42:33 GMT -5
This will amuse animal lovers and horrify others, she made one of the grandkids get out and walk to make room for the dog
Of course you knew I would be cheering Marilyn on. My kind of Lady.
Larry have you told of Jean's dog yet? Scully isn't it? I haven't gotten to read them all but how about the story of the girl next door most of these guys wouldn't know that story either.
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Post by morningstar on Jul 4, 2007 22:45:00 GMT -5
Larry,
I know tell of Marilyn and her birds. That is a great story. Or is it Terry and the horse? You write and we will love it.
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