As many of you may remember we lost our 17 year old "miss Priss" exactly one month after Marie's mother passed on last December. Time has to heal the broken heart--in more ways than one!
Early in Sept. we heard that there was a "minature poodle" at the Pensacola pound. We went out there immediately, and could not find any poodle. After Labor day, we went dog looking. Nothing at the Humane society. The "hotel for dogs" had a sheltie/corgy mix--which Marie liked. There as a waiting peroid, so on the way home, I asked Marie if that was really the dog she wanted. Her response was that it was a sweet dog and needed a home. I suggested that we stop at the pound again. About the 3rd cage we looked into, this black minature (17 lb) poodle came bounding to the front. Marie got a leash, and we played with her. She was a real winner. As we were walking past the cage, I mentioned to Marie that was where the dog was from....she looked at me--and said
"this dog will never see the inside of a kennel again, she is coming home to live with us tonight!" So this is how "Angel" came to live with the Austins. She has been such a comfort to both of us during the difficult times in the last few weeks. She is 4 years old, and her old mistress fell on hard times and eventually a nursing home. We have her medical records--and she has adapted well to our life style. We are both in love with a dog again! Our vet says the Angel has hit the doggie lottery.
Come Monday, and I had my first cardiac rehab appointment. We left angel in the living room as usual. When we arrived back home, she had gotten up on a 4 foot high serving bar, and knocked off the bowl of trick or treat candy. She had carefully taken 10 pieces to the sofa, and unwrapped each one--and eatten them. Fortunately there were no bad side effects and she missed one dinner! So now any food has to be locked up tight!
