So . . . it was a sunny morning back in September 2009 that I traveled down Pecan Road, a swamp diversion, on the way to a meeting. As I dodged the pot holes I noticed a brown blob curled in the weeds by the drainage ditch. On the way back, it was standing in the middle of the road as someone in a truck threw biscuits out of the window to it.
I stopped. I helped the flea infested, emaciated, worm filled, wound infected, coughing blob into the back of my new SUV. Five months, fifteen pounds, and $700 later it is still being lifted up into my car. Her name is Sippi.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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Okay, so I've already lied. How can it be? I found her on October 15, 2009. My Dad had passed on September 30, 2009. I was thinking I didn't want the dog to suffer as he had and that I should have her walk the short "green mile" in the vet's office. But ... someone said they would take her.
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