Dad was the one that told the animal doctor that I would be good, so my life would be saved! Animals Benefit Club called my dad, to try to decide what to do with me, 'the new rescue'. I had growled and tried to bite everyone that came near me after I spent time by myself after being dumped on the street, and hit by a car! Well, of course I was scared, and I wanted everyone else to be scared, too! I was afraid that they would hurt me, like other people had before!
They brought me into a little room, where a man was just sitting there smiling at me. He had kinda long hair like mine, so I thought that was pretty cool. As it turned out, not only did he not seem at all scared of me, but he made me feel relaxed as well! I didn't have a clue what relaxed even was. Until then! Wow, it was great. And when I thought things could not get better, he gave me some pieces of hot dogs! I knew about hot dogs, because I had eaten some out of a garbage can, recently, when I was very hungry!
"So this sealed the deal!"
(Boomer was operated on, by Dr Pullin, who I believe might be the very best orthopedic Veterinarian in, at least the Southwest. After attempting to fix the crushed femur, Dr. Pullin realized that Boomer's leg would never heal properly, and rehab would probably be for naught! He removed the leg, and boomer was walking the next day. He was running, five days later!)
Pretty good decision!!!!
Alright, I just took grief from Dad for my short answers, so I'll try one more time, before he takes this writing "gig" away from me. I'm pretty happy most of the time, but seem to be confused a lot, and get mixed messages, all the time! In other words, I get confused with how I should act, all the time! Dad knows me pretty well, and I listen to him more than anyone, because he tells me what to do, and doesn't take much "poop" from me! I guess they call it respect! I know I love my Mom, as well, but I don't think she knows how to treat me, sometimes, and when I don't feel very secure with her, a low strange voice comes out of my inner brain, or stomach. Sometimes it sounds like it's coming from an Alien! It even scares me! Unfortunately it scares my Mom, and I don't like her to act scared. But, how can I follow her, if I don't feel she can handle me, or my inside little demon? You know; the one that sounds like, pea soup will be flying out of my mouth at any time! So that's what I know about that, right now!
I'm scared a lot!
I used to have two sisters, but just when I thought they were going to work out as friends, Daddy says, they got very old and went to an even better place to live! How did they know that? Maybe I scared them! I hope not. If you want to write me again, that would be ok! You sound like a nice person, and probably have a lot of dogs, so you know how to speak to me. Do You? I got to go, cause Boomer has to help Daddy get healthy, by wanting to walk with him, 200 to 500 miles a day! Oops! Dad said it's only 2 to 4 miles, actually! He said I was embellishing, and using "poetic license"; what ever that means. I probably have to get another shot for the "poetic license"! Hope not!
So, Michelle, please keep writing me, and have your friends and family write me too! You seem nice, and I like to get mail!