This is the story of Smoke, told in her own words. Smoke was adopted from the humane society at six months of age. At first she was very apprenshive, not sure if this was merely another “shunt” to another foster home or her “Forever” home. She’s been with us four years and has settled down and become a gem of a dog.
By Grace Brooks
“My parents plucked me out of the Animal Shelter and kindly took me into their home. I haven’t been back since. I came to live with them on the week between Christmas and New years 2006. I was only four months old; I am now two years old and have had a lot of adventures with my Mom. She walks me almost every day, even in the winter if the weather isn’t too cold. The only time she doesn’t walk me is in the summer when the temperature’s too hot. She doesn’t like the heat.
During these walks my Mom taught me proper leash manners. I now know how to walk on a loose leash, she’s patiently taught be the basics in obedience like Sit, Stay, Down, and the recall, Come. The latter my Mom thinks me I’m slow in obeying. I circle the yard instead of coming to her; and if loose on one of our walks, when she calls me, I suddenly grow deaf and run in the opposite direction.”
“I love these walks. People are mostly pleasant, and kind and say nice things to me; even children fall over themselves to get a chance to fuss over me. One evening a group of children asked if they could pet me. My Mom agreed. One asked if I was a show dog. Me a show dog? HUMMMMMMMMMM
The other day on one of our walks, and I’d been a good pup keeping the leash slack, a butterfly few by just beyond my nose. I had to give chase. The insect flew on keeping just out of reach; up and down, up and down it flirted, then up and away out of my reach. These tactics drew the attention of a gentleman in the ally way cleaning out the back of his truck. He stopped and commented. “She just had to chase that butterfly.” All three of us had a good laugh.
“Walking isn’t the only way I get exercised. I’m a tall, lanky, dog, built to run and for speed. My Mom has a bicycle and she rides for miles, sometimes as far as eighteen miles at a time, and she takes me with her. Wow what a great time I have! I can really stretch my long legs.
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