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Joey and Miles

Hi! I'm Joey. This is my story.

About seven years ago, I was in this pound area with a bunch of other dogs. This older, tall, lady came and walked out to the viewing area. I 'knew' she was there to take me home. Just knew it. I grabbed her attention by climbing the fence, barking happily, wiggling all over.

She had another older dog and said had to see that I would get along with him. I was young and energetic, only a year and a half. Have been in and out of this pound three times. She was the fourth. I walked with her older dog, was Kimba. He was about 12. I was so 'behaved'. Was fooling her a little. Cuz am not so 'behaved'. But it worked. Went home.

Was around 20th of December, 1997, my first really happy Christmas. Only had one before, and was not happy. At my new home, had a safe, fenced acre to play in. A doggy door. And could sleep on her bed. She actually put a bed, for me, on the floor, but I'm a medium sized dog. Easy to jump up on bed. And I did.

She didn't complain. I played, nicely, with that older dog, but he was awfully slow. I get to dig, run, and in general, play. The only complaint I have, is that she isn't as active as me. But she is home, always. Think she did something called 'work' once, but is something called 'retired'.

Kimba left us about three years later. She was very sad. But, you know what she did! She found another dog that needed a home, Miles. Now I would have been very happy to be the only dog. She did check with me, first. Met him and I said if you 'have to'. Felt sorry for Miles. He was five and found his way here, via a 'rescue' group.

He was peculiar. Had to go to that 'shiny white building', that she has been taking me to, every year. With those human types, in frocks, that poke and prod and look inside my mouth. Don't really like those visits. But Miles said, NO WAY. He was not about to leave this new property. He hid. Took two humans to find him and wrestle him into a car. I know what he was afraid of; afraid that he wasn't coming back.

I told him it was OK, and that he would be. I jumped right into that car just to encourage him. We went and came back. Miles has never been afraid to go again. Always comes back. Course Miles is not as active as I am. Can run circles around him, but he wrestles pretty good. I'm the white and brown, "Superior" dog in the picture

Joey, via e-mail