Spirit Dogs

Fun Times

March 6, 2010
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Fun Times

Yesterday Tess and I played with the goats. OK, maybe we dogs had more fun than the goats, but everybody got to run around and enjoy the sunshine. Tess has a real strong herding instinct. Me, I just like to mix it up with the goats. When they get out I chase ’em back...
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Me and Zag

March 4, 2010
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Me and Zag

This is me and my little brother Zag. We have the same parents but were born a year apart. Zag was born on April 1st, so I call him the little fool. He lives in Idaho so I don’t get to see him very often. When he comes to visit, he always gets in...
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Finding My Voice

March 3, 2010
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Finding My Voice

I am emerging from the dark time and have begun to find my voice.  I was rescued by Old Dog Haven. My new people are part of the Old Dog Haven network of foster homes. They take in old dogs like me who have no where else to go. The lady packleader chose me...
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Fine Dining

February 22, 2010
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Fine Dining

I awoke stiff and somewhat disoriented. She carefully cushioned my leap off the end of the bed. More than once she had seen my old legs give way as I collapsed awkwardly onto the carpet. I am motivated to leave the bed only for my breakfast. The one requirement She exacts is that I...
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George

February 15, 2010
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George

I have always had an affinity for large male dogs. Though at an early age I was rendered unable to have offspring, I maintained throughout my life a strong  attraction to members of the opposite gender. I had high standards and still do. The gentleman dog of my choosing must be strongly built, larger...
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The Early Days

February 14, 2010
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The Early Days

I look back on my early days with both clarity and confusion. Was I really once so small that she could easily carry me in her arms? Did I really spend my first nights with her sharing the same pillow? I vividly recall the night I realized I no longer could fit my entire...
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How It Started

February 13, 2010
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How It Started

My days are numbered and the number is small. But she can not yet bear to think of my passing. So I do my best to appear as sturdy as my old bones allow. She tells me daily how much she loves me. She says she knows this is probably my last year. But...
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