|Barked: Tue Aug 28, '07 10:12am PST |
|Hey, I just joined because I got a pawmail from Hershey and got to here from her doggie page. Hi Hershey!
My story is this, Mom had a yellow lab named Grace who had just died. Mom was very upset and said no more dogs (Dad still had his dog Frisco and Mom said that was it). A few years before Grace died Mom's other dog Babe, who she had with her for years had died too.
Those two deaths tore Mom up.
She and Dad went out looking for a fancy urn for Gracie's ashes, they were going to check out antique shops and fairs. As they were driving along Dad saw this sign for an antique fair and passed it. So he said he was going to turn around, Mom said forget it just keep going but Dad turned anyway.
Mom was way behind Dad going into the fair and when she got to the entrance she heard Dad call her, she looked to her left and there Dad was with me. A Katrina Dog Rescue group was at the fair with some Katrina dogs. A man was holding me out front and Dad took one look and said "Look at this cool dog, isn't she the coolest looking dog?" Mom was like "ohnonowaynonononono". Dad would not leave me and handed mom the forms to fill out, she handed them back, he insisted, he begged. Mom consented, thinking probably they wouldn't get me because they would have a lot of people wanting me.
Surprise surprise, the rescue group really liked them, went to the house with me, liked the big yard and the fact that I made myself at home in the bay window. Before Mom could blink an eye I was hers.
When I had first got up here, they had given me to a woman that could not take good care of me and gave me back. The rescue people had originally disagreed about giving me to this other woman and sure enough they were right, now they go to homes to check people out.
We really bonded over my heartworm treatment, (thank you University of Penn Vet Hospital for my free heartworm treatment!) when she was with me ALL the time. Now she could not imagine life without me, we walk together all the time and go running and to fairs and stuff. We even stop by the Rescue Group that saved me when they are at fairs and have shows.
That is my Katrina story oh and my name, Mom was not to happy with the name they had given me. After she got to know me and decided I looked like Uma Thurman if Uma had been a dog, with my long legs and light coloring. Dad did not like the name Uma for me but his favorite movie is Kill Bill, so that is Uma's name in Kill Bill, Beatrix Kiddo, plus I am a great escape artist (I no longer do this) and give good karate chop.
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