I'm conflicted. - Update Page 5 - I've got a dog!
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Love your update! Glad someone took sweet Bandit!
I don't think you can go wrong. Both dogs are beautiful. I'd have asked the rescuers too--either that or said eenie, meiny, miney moe. LOL
I don't think you can go wrong. Both dogs are beautiful. I'd have asked the rescuers too--either that or said eenie, meiny, miney moe. LOL
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Before we got married, DH and I got a dog together. It was my first pet - we didn't have any growing up. She was the sweetest golden retriever (dark red like your Griffin) and she died almost 3 years ago, I swore I wasn't ready for another dog right away. Even so, a friend had a coworker who raised/showed goldens and had a 2 dogs that people had backed out on. Nope, not ready yet. I was adamant. It was 2 days later and I missed having the dog around so much. Was the puppy still available? Yes, only the girl - the boy had been spoken for. Perfect! we prefer female dogs. We did wait another 2 weeks to pick her up. Except for the time she chewed up my favorite $100 sandals - it's been great. She has the traditional lighter golden coloring, which is beautiful. As much as I love the dark red color too, I'm glad she doesn't look like our first dog.
So congrats on your new dog - which ever one you get!!
So congrats on your new dog - which ever one you get!!
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Awwww, how sweet!!! SO happy to hear!!!!!
OP, I hope it's okay if I share this...I got this as a forwarded email. It touched my heart and I just thought I'd share it with all you dog lovers. It's long so I understand if you don't want to take the time to read it. (it's the longest thing I've ever posted on the Dis, hope you'll read it!)
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They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie as I looked at him lying in his pen. the shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn't look like "Lab people," whatever that meant. They must've thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.
For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls - he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes. I guess I didn't really think he'd need all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he settled in. but it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to.
I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like "sit" and "stay" and "come" and "heel," and he'd follow them - when he felt like it. He never really seemed to > > listen when I called his name - sure, he'd look in my direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then he'd just go back to doing whatever.. When I'd ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey.
This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes. I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell. The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cellphone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the "damn dog probably hid it on me."
Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter.. I tossed the pad in Reggie's direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But then I called, "Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come here and I'll give you a treat." Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction - maybe "glared" is more accurate - and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down. With his back to me.
Well, that's not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number. But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that, too. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice.".........
To Whoever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner. I'm not even happy writing it. If you're reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter.. He knew something was different. I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time... it's like he knew something was wrong. And something is wrong... which is why I have to go to try to make it right.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you. First, he loves tennis balls. the more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hordes them.. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't matter where you throw them, he'll bound after it, so be careful - really don't do it by any roads. I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.
Next, commands. Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I'll go over
them again: Reggie knows the obvious ones -"sit," "stay," "come,""heel." He knows hand signals: "back" to turn around and go back when you put your hand straight up; and "over" if you put your hand out right or left. "Shake" for shaking water off, and "paw" for a high-five. He does "down" when he feels like lying down - I bet you could work on that with him some more. He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business.
I trained Reggie with small food treats. Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He's up on his shots. Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with yours; they'll make sure to send you reminders for when he's due. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car - I don't know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time.. I've never been married, so it's only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
Which means that this transition is going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new.
And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you....
His name's not Reggie. I don't know what made me do it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them his name was Reggie. He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. but I just couldn't bear to give them his real name. For me to do that, it seemed so final, that handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting that I'd never see him again. And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything's fine. But if someone else is reading it, well...well it means that his new owner should know his real name. It'll help you bond with him.. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change n his demeanor if he's been giving you problems.
His real name is Tank. Because that is what I drive.
Again, if you're reading this and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the news. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. See, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've left Tank with... and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call the shelter... in the "event"... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed.. He said he'd do it personally. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word.
Well, this letter is getting too downright depressing, even though, frankly, I'm just writing it for my dog. I couldn't imagine if I was writing it for a wife and kids and family. but still, Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family.
And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me. That unconditional love from a dog is what I took with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do something selfless, to protect innocent people from those who would do terrible things... and to keep those terrible people from coming over here. If I had to give up Tank in order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He was my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that's enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. I don't think I'll say another good-bye to Tank, though. I cried too much the first time. Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
Thank you, Paul Mallory
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
"Hey, Tank," I said quietly.
The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
"C'mere boy."
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months.
"Tank," I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.
"It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me." Tank20reached up and licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some ball? His ears perked again. "Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?" Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room.
And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
OP, I hope it's okay if I share this...I got this as a forwarded email. It touched my heart and I just thought I'd share it with all you dog lovers. It's long so I understand if you don't want to take the time to read it. (it's the longest thing I've ever posted on the Dis, hope you'll read it!)
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They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie as I looked at him lying in his pen. the shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn't look like "Lab people," whatever that meant. They must've thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.
For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls - he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes. I guess I didn't really think he'd need all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he settled in. but it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to.
I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like "sit" and "stay" and "come" and "heel," and he'd follow them - when he felt like it. He never really seemed to > > listen when I called his name - sure, he'd look in my direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then he'd just go back to doing whatever.. When I'd ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey.
This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes. I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell. The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cellphone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the "damn dog probably hid it on me."
Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter.. I tossed the pad in Reggie's direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But then I called, "Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come here and I'll give you a treat." Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction - maybe "glared" is more accurate - and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down. With his back to me.
Well, that's not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number. But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that, too. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice.".........
To Whoever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner. I'm not even happy writing it. If you're reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter.. He knew something was different. I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time... it's like he knew something was wrong. And something is wrong... which is why I have to go to try to make it right.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you. First, he loves tennis balls. the more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hordes them.. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't matter where you throw them, he'll bound after it, so be careful - really don't do it by any roads. I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.
Next, commands. Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I'll go over
them again: Reggie knows the obvious ones -"sit," "stay," "come,""heel." He knows hand signals: "back" to turn around and go back when you put your hand straight up; and "over" if you put your hand out right or left. "Shake" for shaking water off, and "paw" for a high-five. He does "down" when he feels like lying down - I bet you could work on that with him some more. He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business.
I trained Reggie with small food treats. Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He's up on his shots. Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with yours; they'll make sure to send you reminders for when he's due. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car - I don't know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time.. I've never been married, so it's only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
Which means that this transition is going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new.
And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you....
His name's not Reggie. I don't know what made me do it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them his name was Reggie. He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. but I just couldn't bear to give them his real name. For me to do that, it seemed so final, that handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting that I'd never see him again. And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything's fine. But if someone else is reading it, well...well it means that his new owner should know his real name. It'll help you bond with him.. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change n his demeanor if he's been giving you problems.
His real name is Tank. Because that is what I drive.
Again, if you're reading this and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the news. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. See, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've left Tank with... and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call the shelter... in the "event"... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed.. He said he'd do it personally. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word.
Well, this letter is getting too downright depressing, even though, frankly, I'm just writing it for my dog. I couldn't imagine if I was writing it for a wife and kids and family. but still, Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family.
And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me. That unconditional love from a dog is what I took with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do something selfless, to protect innocent people from those who would do terrible things... and to keep those terrible people from coming over here. If I had to give up Tank in order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He was my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that's enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. I don't think I'll say another good-bye to Tank, though. I cried too much the first time. Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
Thank you, Paul Mallory
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
"Hey, Tank," I said quietly.
The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
"C'mere boy."
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months.
"Tank," I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.
"It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me." Tank20reached up and licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some ball? His ears perked again. "Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?" Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room.
And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
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That is GREAT!!! Maybe both?Thank you all for your support on this. It has really helped!
Unfortunately, when I went to the pet adoption today, Bandit was no longer available. That's okay. It wasn't meant to be. I did, however, fall in love with two other beautiful dogs. I couldn't make up my mind on which to adopt, so I am letting the lady in charge of the rescue group decide which dog will best suite my home. They will be contacting me for an in-home visit in about a week. I will be getting one of the following.
Danielle - 4 years old - She was found abandoned. She appears to be mostly lab. She is quiet and has a sweet disposition.
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Yogi - 2 years old - He is a pure breed English Chocolate Lab. His family couldn't afford to keep him. He looks fierce, but is a really teddy bear.
Either dog will be fine with me. I wish I could take them both, but I'm not ready for two at this point. Maybe in the future. Also, I signed up to work as a volunteer for the pet adoptions. I'm a real softy!
You are not replacing your last baby. You are adding to your babies! All are so special.I'm so sorry to hear about Griffin.
Bandit is a very handsome boy.
I completely agree with the above. I am so sorry for the loss of Griffin
Tomorrow will be one year since I lost my beloved collie Jack. It broke my heart into a million pieces to put him down. If I had not had my puppy Kona at the time, I don't know how I would have gotten through. The house would have been empty without a dog in it. Kona also felt a deep loss and was not happy without his "brother" so a few weeks later we found his "sister" Kali.You have to do what feels right to you. I know that Bandit would have a wonderful home with you and even though he can never replace your Griffin, he can be wonderful in his own way and give you love to help you through this difficult time.
Just read your update- congratulations on your new doggie, I hope you will be happy with whichever one comes to grace your home!
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Thank you all for your support on this. It has really helped!
Unfortunately, when I went to the pet adoption today, Bandit was no longer available. That's okay. It wasn't meant to be. I did, however, fall in love with two other beautiful dogs. I couldn't make up my mind on which to adopt, so I am letting the lady in charge of the rescue group decide which dog will best suite my home. They will be contacting me for an in-home visit in about a week. I will be getting one of the following.
Danielle - 4 years old - She was found abandoned. She appears to be mostly lab. She is quiet and has a sweet disposition.
or
Yogi - 2 years old - He is a pure breed English Chocolate Lab. His family couldn't afford to keep him. He looks fierce, but is a really teddy bear.
Either dog will be fine with me. I wish I could take them both, but I'm not ready for two at this point. Maybe in the future. Also, I signed up to work as a volunteer for the pet adoptions. I'm a real softy!
I'm not a dog person at all, but of them look so sweet and I'm glad that you'll be giving one of them a great home.
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N & B's Mom, I love that story. It is an urban legend which I didn't know when I posted it a few weeks ago and some people gave me a really hard time about it but I still think it's a great story and I'm sure similar things have happened.
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Thank you all for your support on this. It has really helped!
Unfortunately, when I went to the pet adoption today, Bandit was no longer available. That's okay. It wasn't meant to be. I did, however, fall in love with two other beautiful dogs. I couldn't make up my mind on which to adopt, so I am letting the lady in charge of the rescue group decide which dog will best suite my home. They will be contacting me for an in-home visit in about a week. I will be getting one of the following.
Danielle - 4 years old - She was found abandoned. She appears to be mostly lab. She is quiet and has a sweet disposition.
or
Yogi - 2 years old - He is a pure breed English Chocolate Lab. His family couldn't afford to keep him. He looks fierce, but is a really teddy bear.
Either dog will be fine with me. I wish I could take them both, but I'm not ready for two at this point. Maybe in the future. Also, I signed up to work as a volunteer for the pet adoptions. I'm a real softy!
Danielle looks exactly like my Jack Jack! He is a lab/rottweiler mix who we rescued a year after we had to put our beloved Casey down. Best of luck with whatever you decide. It took a year before we got another dog, but we will never regret giving a wonderful dog a second chance. ETA: Jack is four years old too. Coincidence? I showed a picture of Danielle to my DH and he said that if I showed this picture to my relatives, they would think it was Jack.
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Great big ((hugs))
When I had to put my cat down, it was on a Sunday afternoon. I adopted a new kitty that Friday. It was the longest, saddest, loneliest five days of my entire life and the only reason I didn't go the next day was because I knew it would be better if I could be home with the new one for a couple days instead of leaving him home alone while I went to work.
There is no right answer, but for me the only thing that helped was knowing that I was giving a lonely kitty a home.
When I had to put my cat down, it was on a Sunday afternoon. I adopted a new kitty that Friday. It was the longest, saddest, loneliest five days of my entire life and the only reason I didn't go the next day was because I knew it would be better if I could be home with the new one for a couple days instead of leaving him home alone while I went to work.
There is no right answer, but for me the only thing that helped was knowing that I was giving a lonely kitty a home.
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I didn't actually think it was true when I posted it, just a nice story. People gave you a hard time about it?
It doesn't matter if that specific story is true....it just matters what we take from it. 
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I didn't actually think it was true when I posted it, just a nice story. People gave you a hard time about it?
It's a beautiful story...real or not. Thank you for posting it!
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I thought you all might like an update.
It's been a strange and bumpy ride. I had no idea it was so difficult to adopt a dog. I've had numerous calls. My former pet records were obtained from my vet and okay-ed. I had a home visit to ensure that my home meets the requirements. Finally, tomorrow, I pick up my new dog.
Of course, I've gone back and forth on which dog to adopt. My heart was set on Bandit, but I was told he was not available. I'd made up my mind to get Yogi, but he has developed some health issues. So, I had pretty much decided I would be bringing Danielle home. Then, I find out that Bandit is back in the running. It was still a hard choice. Danielle is a very sweet dog, but I love my goldens!
Tomorrow at noon, I will be picking Bandit up to bring him to his new home. I still miss my Griffin terribly, but I'm hoping that Bandit will help fill that hole in my heart. At the very least, he will keep me active!
It's been a strange and bumpy ride. I had no idea it was so difficult to adopt a dog. I've had numerous calls. My former pet records were obtained from my vet and okay-ed. I had a home visit to ensure that my home meets the requirements. Finally, tomorrow, I pick up my new dog.
Of course, I've gone back and forth on which dog to adopt. My heart was set on Bandit, but I was told he was not available. I'd made up my mind to get Yogi, but he has developed some health issues. So, I had pretty much decided I would be bringing Danielle home. Then, I find out that Bandit is back in the running. It was still a hard choice. Danielle is a very sweet dog, but I love my goldens!
Tomorrow at noon, I will be picking Bandit up to bring him to his new home. I still miss my Griffin terribly, but I'm hoping that Bandit will help fill that hole in my heart. At the very least, he will keep me active!
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I think you are both saving each other. He won't ever take the place of Griffin, but I think he'll help you make new memories. Keep us updated.Patricia721
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I'm happy for Bandit and for you, for giving him what I'm sure will be a very loving home. I lost my beloved Sheltie mix, Muffin, 10 years ago. After what seemed like the loneliest & most miserable 8 days of my life, I decided to welcome a new little sweetie, Maggie May, a 7 week old Sheltie. I know I made the right decision at the right time. Best of luck to you both & please keep us all posted!
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congrats, Peg.
Lucky Bandit!
Lucky Bandit!
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I'm so glad to hear this
Lisa loves Pooh
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Not meant to be, my eye--that is fantastic that for whatever reason you were indeed meant to have bandit!
And yes--this is a new ADDITION to your family and a replacement.
Congratulations on your new dog!
And yes--this is a new ADDITION to your family and a replacement.
Congratulations on your new dog!
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