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Looking at me, with his white ‘paint mark’ that turned out to be a scar. He was not even three months old when he was left behind in a sink in a maintenance room at an apartment complex.

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Looking at me, with his white ‘paint mark’ that turned out to be a scar. He was not even three months old when he was left behind in a sink in a maintenance room at an apartment complex.

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They are like two peas in a pod. Siblings, not by blood or breed, but by fortune. We, the humans living with them under the same roof are actually the fortunate ones. Our adopted fury babies ended up in the right house and we are grateful.
I am proud of myself because I have managed to figure out how to upload a video from my phone to YouTube, which happened as a form of self-defense. It was the last attempt to somehow get this video off my phone.

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Pour cold apple juice on your carpet, turn off the light, and walk around barefoot in the dark.
Immediately after waking up go outside and stand in the rain and repeat. “Go potty! Go pee-pee! Good dog.” (Five-minute minimum)
Cover your best clothes with dog hair. Use light hair for dark clothing and dark hair for light clothing.

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We don’t know his birthday. We took him in on August 5th, 2022 when he was approximately three months old, and decided a few months later that May 5th will be known to the world as Vader’s birthday, which makes today his first birthday.

A whimpering beside my bed woke me up. 2:30 am, way too early to get up, but it seemed the dogs wanted to go outside. This time the weather forecast had been correct, the wind was hauling and it was bright outside in the middle of the night. The first snow this year came with a vengeance and covered the biggest part of the United States under a white blanket.

In January, I started posting about “My 12 new months of purpose” -as so often full of plans, looking into the future with high expectations. I enjoyed writing my monthly reports until June, when there was just not much to reveal.
He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn’t come at all.

When the lady told me on the phone that we cannot adopt a dog, because we don’t fulfill the shelter’s requirements, I was stunned. Sometimes the past comes back with a vengeance, this was one of the times. We have fought so hard to keep our dogs. It hurt me. It also showed me once again how much bureaucracy and strict rules can hurt the actual cause.

I will lend to you for awhile a puppy,
For you to love her while she lives
and to mourn for her when he is gone.
Maybe for 12 or 14 years, or maybe for 2 or 3
But will you, till I call her back
take care of her for me?