srichichi has been a member since 12/15/06 and was last logged in on 8/1/09
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About me
Life is not the greatest at the moment, but maybe things will look up soon. If you have any words of encouragement please share them! If you need a friend let me know, I'm always looking for more friends!
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I love playing the games here, but I really do play too often. Reading, watching movies and hiking are other hobbies I enjoy. The area in which I live is a rural community in the northeastern part of the country.
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About my album, the black dog is mine. The others are her friends. I am a dog lover, I like cats but I'm allergic to them.
The story of the black dog.
It begins when my husband, who I had been planning to leave, was diagnosed with stage 4 Hodgekins disease (lymphoma cancer). I stayed with him because he had no one else in the area and needed someone to take care of him. He got so depressed that he wouldn't leave the house for anything but chemotherapy treatments. It was late December when I borrowed a Boxer that belongs to my parents. It helped bring my EX out of depression, he would take the dog for short walks and he seemed happier, no longer spending every minute playing computer games. When I returned the Boxer to my parents his depression returned. About two weeks later I was at work telling friends about the change in my husband while the Boxer had been with us. One of the ladies asked what we would be looking for in a dog of our own. (Writing this story was just interrupted by the black dog wanting some love - which she got and then bringing me her Kong which she wanted me to fill with Peanut Butter - I filled it for her) Back to the story. I explained that my husband wanted a dog that did not drool (the boxer drooled a bit) one that was not too big or too small and it should have short hair. My friend became very excited and said she knew a dog that fit that description that was being ignored and needed a new home. Another co-worked lived next to the people that owned this dog and she was basically keeping this dog alive by bringing her biscuits and filling her water bowl. The dog was chained to a doghouse which was so broken down you could see clear through it. I decided that this dog needed a home as much as our home needed a dog. Knowing how miserable my husband was and knowing he would object, I waited until he had the early chemotherapy drugs that make him feel good and kind of loopy. I told him that I was going to meet a dog tomorrow and as long as she was not vicious she was coming home with me. In his drug induced state, he did not object. It was early January and we had been having particularly cold weather 6 degrees F, so I did not want to be outside long. I could hardly see this poor creature since she was black and night had fallen. She was wearing a choke chain collar that was so tight I couldn't get two fingers underneath and eventually had to get help in removing it. She was wagging her tail so hard that her whole body seemed to wag. We unhooked her from the chain and she ran around leaping and bounding, thrilled to be free. She brought me a rawhide to throw at least a dozen times. It was then that I looked down and saw red on the snow - her paws were bleeding. We walked to the house and knocked on the door and went in. The owner was dismayed that the dog was off her chain. The dog ran around the house and was playing with another dog that lived inside. I wasn't shocked to see a dog that was being ignored want to play and have contact with her pack but the owner seemed unhappy with her energy. I called the dog over and told her to sit. This was the first good look I had at her. She is brindle underneath with a white patch on her chest and tan cheeks. She had the cutest floppy ears I had ever seen. I ran my hands over her and could feel her ribs sticking out and then I found a tick. I removed the tick right there and knew this girl was coming home with me. The owner went to find her tags but claimed she could not find them. This dog had never been registered or taken to a vet. We left the house and walked over to the neighbors where my truck was parked. The dog was calm and watching me expectantly. I opened the passenger door and told the dog to get in. She jumped into the seat and waited as I went around the other side. I told her to sit, which she did. In a few minutes she laid down and went to sleep, every time I turned on the blinker she stood up to see where we were then would lay down again. We got home and went inside, my husband was a little confused to see this dog with me, so I reminded him that he knew about this, as I had told him yesterday. The look on his face was priceless, sort of bewildered and knowing at the same time. Maybe dumbfounded is a good description. The dog wandered around the house and I got out a couple of bowls for her. She got to lick the plates after we ate, she seemed very grateful. Then we sat on the couch and invited her to join us. When we went to bed later that night she jumped up to join us. I think she knew she was in her new home. Within a month my husband was on the way out but luckily for me I did not miss him since my home was now filled with more love than I could handle. She will always have a home, even if something happens to me, my parents will take her into their home. And that is the story of the black dog.
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