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I don't have any chickens yet - still in the planning stages - but I have two dogs with a pretty good back story.
Buddy was adopted as a pup from an animal shelter by an older gentleman. One day, he checked on Buddy in the backyard and there were TWO dogs. A stray had scaled a huge wall to play with Buddy! The stray had no collar/chip/tattoo. The gentleman put up flyers but no one claimed him. Buddy was happy with his new friend so the gentleman kept the unexpected guest and called him Charlie.
Not long after, the gentleman passed away. His nephew inherited the dogs but did not want them and took them to his local shelter. The full shelter had to decline the dogs.
A few weeks later the nephew returned and offered the shelter a s-i-z-e-a-b-l-e donation, let's just say large enough to build several new kennels, if they would only take the dogs. The shelter accepted (and built new kennels).
A few months later I went to that shelter to look for an older female dog after mine had passed away. I didn't find one that I really connected with that day. I was about to leave when a volunteer said, "Just a minute, you should meet these two." Um. I wasn't there for two. I wasn't there for a young dog and definitely not two young males. Out of politeness I followed her to their kennel, anyway.
It took about five seconds for me to realize they were exactly what I had come for that day.
Buddy is Mr. Cool. He is the James Bond of dogs, a muscled, unflappable alpha, at his ease everywhere. Charlie is a super-genius who lives to please. He's scopey, built like an Oldenburg horse, and can effortlessly jump anything. They are the best of friends, very happy and much loved in their forever home.
That’s a great story!I don't have any chickens yet - still in the planning stages - but I have two dogs with a pretty good back story.
Buddy was adopted as a pup from an animal shelter by an older gentleman. One day, he checked on Buddy in the backyard and there were TWO dogs. A stray had scaled a huge wall to play with Buddy! The stray had no collar/chip/tattoo. The gentleman put up flyers but no one claimed him. Buddy was happy with his new friend so the gentleman kept the unexpected guest and called him Charlie.
Not long after, the gentleman passed away. His nephew inherited the dogs but did not want them and took them to his local shelter. The full shelter had to decline the dogs.
A few weeks later the nephew returned and offered the shelter a s-i-z-e-a-b-l-e donation, let's just say large enough to build several new kennels, if they would only take the dogs. The shelter accepted (and built new kennels).
A few months later I went to that shelter to look for an older female dog after mine had passed away. I didn't find one that I really connected with that day. I was about to leave when a volunteer said, "Just a minute, you should meet these two." Um. I wasn't there for two. I wasn't there for a young dog and definitely not two young males. Out of politeness I followed her to their kennel, anyway.
It took about five seconds for me to realize they were exactly what I had come for that day.
Buddy is Mr. Cool. He is the James Bond of dogs, a muscled, unflappable alpha, at his ease everywhere. Charlie is a super-genius who lives to please. He's scopey, built like an Oldenburg horse, and can effortlessly jump anything. They are the best of friends, very happy and much loved in their forever home.
