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February 24, 2012

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Such a wonderful story. It makes me cry. Beautiful dog!

Wonderful to have your posts again and this was one of the best. It brought a smile to me and I needed one today. Thank you. Sarah

How lovely! I'm glad you've found a soulmate! Miss P looks beautiful. You're right about not choosing but being chosen though. We've been chosen by the 'Batcat' even though we'd sworn not to have an animal as we're in temporary rented accommodation. But how can you refuse?
best wishes
Kathleen

Lovely post, Boots. You make the dog lovers' world a vibrant place. Your words about Edinburgh Boy and the new Miss P are word pictures of delightful individuals. So pleased you're posting again. More please.w

So pleased you two have got together, couldn't have worked out better for any of you.

She's a beauty. I like a dog with a bit of lurcher.

And very good to have you back, D.

This makes me so happy to read!!!! I'm thrilled for you to have this special sweet P in your life!!!

I love your new housemate!

What a wonderful solution to the owners' sad situation....an evocative tale. Thanks D.

Thank you everyone for your delightful comments (I hope I didn't make you cry too much, Nan). We are all, quite obviously, complete softies when it comes to companion animals . . .

Oh, how lovely!!! She does look sweet - and possibly a greyhound/border collie lurcher. I'm told they're very popular for 'working', possibly including poaching. You get the speed and hunting instinct of a sighthound, plus the intelligence and willingness of the border collie.

You're right - rescue dogs do choose us. My Jeffie is a case in point. We were told a pack of .. um .. untruths about his character by his fosterer and by the time we found out, we were unable to return him for various reasons. He chose us, and made sure to come home with us by wooing my husband - who didn't mind what colour we had so long as it wasn't Jeffie's colour (black), and certainly didn't want a dog of his temperament, but here he is! LOL!

What a beautiful piece of writing. One does lose one's heart to some animals. I'm glad for you both that she found you.

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