I saved a sheepie today.
Well, one of the shelters must have kept my name on file, because the had a 18 month sheepdog puppy looking for a home, and called me. I really wanted to bring him home, and I begged and pleaded with my husband, but he kept saying no way. One sheepdog is enough. I thought I was wearing him down, when Max fell off the porch and twisted his foot. To the vet we went. When I got to the Vet's office that day, I saw posting about a lost Old english sheepdog, I called the number and told the people about the one at the shelter. Turns out the dog was my Max's brother. And it was her dog, she had lost him almost a month earlier and thought she might never see him again. My husband was probably right, I didn't really need another Sheepdog, but I didn't want them to put him to sleep either. So, even though, I didn't bring the dog home with me, I did find his home. And It really made me feel good to be able to help him. And I made a friend in the process. I say, hats off to all of you who do rescue. It must make you feel wonderful on a daily basis. Because you are doing wonderful work. |
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| You re-united a lost dog with his owner. As far as I am concerned, that's a rescue and you sound like an angel to me.
Helping is helping. Every little bit ....helps. |
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