Happily Ever After Pet "Tails"
Jack and Charlie
Iím a lucky dog. Actually, Iíve been lucky twice. Let me explain.
My name is Jack. I also answer to Jackson and, of course, Dammit Jack. But Iím a Jack Russell Terrier, so sometimes I donít answer at all. Hence the Dammitt Jack.
I spent the first four years of my life in a puppy mill run by some Amish people. Imagine being in a wire cage for four years. No exercise. No human contact. No love. Then I got lucky. A nice lady came to visit one day and bought me from those mean people. I started to experience how nice it was to be petted and cuddled. I got to walk on grass. I thought I was in Doggie Heaven. Then I got lucky again.
One day a woman came to see at my foster Momís place. She said she saw my picture on something she called the internet, whatever that is. Itís a strange word to me, but, remember, I was raised Amish. Anyway, she said that I was just the dog she and her husband were looking for and I moved in with them the very next day.
I got to meet my new big sister (she looks something like a greyhound to me) that seemed a little upset I was there, five cats, big brother CJ, Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad were really interested in me and what I was doing. They watched me pee a lot and seemed to get really excited when I did it outside; so I tried real hard to just pee out in the yard. This was quite a change from living, peeing, eating, and doing everything in a cage. And boy, did I ever get petted! I wasnít too sure about that at first, but I really like it now. I even slept in Momís bed from the beginning. In less than a week, everyone said I was getting spoiled. All I know is I never had it so good!
Now could I ask a favor from you? Will you consider adopting a dog like me, one from a puppy mill? We were treated like property instead of a pet, without love and affection. I can tell you that you will be rewarded with a dog like me, one that tries extra hard to do what Iím supposed to do and will love you forever.
Hi! My name is Charlie. Let me tell you a little about myself.
I am an Italian Greyhound, Iím told. I think Iím about three years old, but nobody knows for sure. I donít remember being born, but Iíll bet you donít either!
I somehow ended up in a local animal shelter where I lived for two years. I was adopted once, but the people took me back to the shelter. Since nobody wanted me, the people at the shelter decided to was time to ďput me to sleepĒ, but Tanya found me and took me to His Hands Extended Sanctuary. What a nice place! I could run and jump and play with the other dogs, and didnít have to be in a stall by myself. The people were nice too! They kept me warm and dry and well fed, and I felt loved like never before. I was happier, but I still wanted to be in a home forever. One day a man who was a volunteer at the Sanctuary saw me. He told me I looked like a smaller version of his dog and he knew right away he wanted to take me home. He brought his wife to see me and did I ever take advantage of that! I kissed her face and cuddled up like never before, and it worked too! Sheís my Mom now.
When I got home I got to meet my new sister( the dog who looks like me) and brother Jack, the Jack Russell Terrier ( or Terror, as I call him). They also have a bunch of cats here to play with. I like to snuggle up with the Big Yellow Cat and take a nap. We all get along pretty well but I like Mom and Dad the best. I just love to sit on their laps and be petted for hours. I am a true Velcro dog because Iím almost always attached to one of them. Life is perfect now except for one thing.
I am sad I had to leave behind so many really terrific dogs and cats at the Sanctuary. They need a forever home just like mine. Wonít you search your heart to find room in your home for one of my friends? It would make my life totally happy if you didÖjust ask my Mom and Dad!
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