My Beautiful Dog...

Jan 22, 2008 19:46

On the morning of my 13th birthday August 18 1998, my family piled into the car and set out in search of our new dog. We arrived at the breeder's home to 8 bouncing yellow lab puppies, 4 boys, and 4 girls. The breeder loaded the boys up onto the bed of his truck so we could get a better look. How do you pick the right dog out of the group of ( Read more... )

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xengirl January 23 2008, 05:44:03 UTC
*hugs*

There are few things worse than puppy suffering... I'm sorry, honey. Kisses to Hillbear.

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mooingtricycle January 23 2008, 13:24:52 UTC
*Sends Billions of wishes to Hillbear*

I will be thinking of you pooch! Please love, get better!!

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irrationale January 23 2008, 14:11:36 UTC
I know how hard it is. My beloved rottweiler, Sheba, passed away this past summer. She was like a sibling to me.

I'm wishing all the best for Hillbear.

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livefrommombasa January 23 2008, 20:19:45 UTC
Oh, I didn't even read this until after I learned that your dog passed away. Lots of prayers and thoughts are coming from Alexis and I to you and Hillbear.

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