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It's been over 6-months since we had to put my carving buddy down do to chronic liver disease. And as most of you all can readily agree to that it was one of the hardest things that we've ever had to do. We love our pooches. When we adopt a hound it's not for status, or hunting, or competitions. It's for love and companionship and for life, either it's or ours. In simply stated terms it becomes cherished family.
So last week my wife and I were moping around the house, feeling lonely and decided that it was time to get another dog. I tried three dog rescue organizations before we finally found what we were looking for at the fourth. Boy! Rescue organizations have really gotten tough to work with since we adopted our last dog. The first organization didn't even have the courtesy of getting back to me. The second simply sent me a no-reply email stating that the dog had to be adopted by a multi-dog family even though nothing like that was noted on their website. The third dog we got interested in was a special needs female who was deaf. We were really hopeful that time but no cigar, although we did get a nice reply stating that when they contacted the foster family they were told that the foster family wanted to keep her.
Finally, on the fourth try we won the lottery. Her name is Delilah, a beagle/hound mix. She's a rescue from north Florida and her first year of life from what we were told was not pretty, coming from hoarding, living as a stray, being abandoned. She's just a bit over 1-year old, weighs in at 39-pounds, and has tri-coloring. The only cat in the sand box is that she is Heartworm positive but we've already set her up with a new veterinarian and the outstanding folks at the rescue organization have arranged to cover the cost.
I can tell you without hesitation that the hole that existed in this house prior to us bringing her home this morning has definitely been filled. I don't think that a minute has gone by when I haven't heard mama talking to her. Me, I can't weight until she becomes comfortable enough with us to want to join me out on the front bench while I carve. After all, I need someone to talk to also!
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So last week my wife and I were moping around the house, feeling lonely and decided that it was time to get another dog. I tried three dog rescue organizations before we finally found what we were looking for at the fourth. Boy! Rescue organizations have really gotten tough to work with since we adopted our last dog. The first organization didn't even have the courtesy of getting back to me. The second simply sent me a no-reply email stating that the dog had to be adopted by a multi-dog family even though nothing like that was noted on their website. The third dog we got interested in was a special needs female who was deaf. We were really hopeful that time but no cigar, although we did get a nice reply stating that when they contacted the foster family they were told that the foster family wanted to keep her.
Finally, on the fourth try we won the lottery. Her name is Delilah, a beagle/hound mix. She's a rescue from north Florida and her first year of life from what we were told was not pretty, coming from hoarding, living as a stray, being abandoned. She's just a bit over 1-year old, weighs in at 39-pounds, and has tri-coloring. The only cat in the sand box is that she is Heartworm positive but we've already set her up with a new veterinarian and the outstanding folks at the rescue organization have arranged to cover the cost.
I can tell you without hesitation that the hole that existed in this house prior to us bringing her home this morning has definitely been filled. I don't think that a minute has gone by when I haven't heard mama talking to her. Me, I can't weight until she becomes comfortable enough with us to want to join me out on the front bench while I carve. After all, I need someone to talk to also!
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