Sammy
Hello, MY name is Sammy, and I've been asked to tell you a little bit about MY mama, who is called Peggy. The most important thing, of course, is that she is MINE, and MINE alone, and no one else's. Well, except for Ellie (that's the dog in the other picture), but I only stand for that because Ellie was here first, and not because she chases me under the bed when I get too pushy.
MY mama got involved with rescue after Ellie came to live with her. Ellie says she would sit at the glowing box on the desk and look at all the pictures of the dogs who didn't have homes, and her cheeks would get all wet. Ellie tried to make it better by bringing her a ball to play with, but it didn't help. There were three dogs in particular who made MY mama's cheeks wet - their names were Rone, Bozley, and Akira. After reading about them, she decided she wanted to be part of the group that was working so hard to save those sad dogs.
Now, here's the important part. She volunteered to help with transport, and to work at shows. I never saw the form, but Ellie did, and nowhere on there did it say she was going to be a foster mama. Nope, no fostering is supposed to done here at this house. Nope.
Except Eli missed his transport and needed a place to stay overnight. Then Saddles needed both a new name and a place in Michigan to meet his new family (he got both, and is now known as Satchel). Then came Kassi, who also needed a Michigan meeting, and from what I understand, had a real hard time getting here.
Then came the most important part of this whole story. Me.
Like the other dogs, I just needed an overnight stay, but I knew a good thing when I saw it. So I stayed. And stayed. And stayed. Oh, I went away for a little while, but I came back. The big dog who was here before was gone, which made me sad (even though he did one time bite MY tail), but it made MY mama even sadder. I've tried very hard to cheer her up, and I think it's working. Now, if I could just get her to stop fostering those other dogs...
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