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by beenhere10years » Fri, 16 Sep 2005 6:56 pm
When we adopted our big guy, we lived in the US for a brief period years ago. It was a beautiful winter day in the middle of February. High, bright blue sky. Bracingly, frigidly, hurts to breathe, cold. Everywhere you could look, nothing but snow and sky. Gorgeous. He was born in a dairy barn with other labs and 200 head of dairy cows. It was so warm and snug inside the barn, outside it was -5 F.
He chose us, more or less. Just a big boned blond with impossibly huge paws. We stayed and played with the other puppies and spoke to the farmer/breeder for a while. When at last it was time to leave, his mother was sitting in our car and wouldn't leave. Honest to god, there she was in one of the big bucket seats. It was all we could do to coax her out of the car. It was heartbreaking really. She sat in the middle of the road and watched our car drive off down the dirt road for miles. He is actually named after her.
Next summer I plan to go back to the same farm and get another one. I just don't want to wake up one day and find no, ...
well, you know.
When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever press charges.
-- jack handy