November 19, 2002

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  I want to tell you all a story about my puppy.  OK, she’s no longer a puppy but hell my mom still calls me her baby so I have every right to call my children babies until the day I die and this goes for animals. So shaddap!

  
  

  So back to the story at hand.  My puppy, Sammie.  You see we’ve had Sammie for over 5 years now and she has to be the best damn dog EVER! (no comments from the sister..er, peanut gallery) 
  So, on Friday DH and I got married (unknowingly to my family) and moved into our new home (the family knew we moved into together, just not that tiny detailed of being married already).  Well, we decided the next morning that we needed a dog.  I was pregnant with BT and a housewife, so I didn’t have much to do during the day. 
  “A DOG!” We both exclaimed, like we were the smartest folks around. 
  So, we go to the pound and as we’re walking up the walkway a little girl and her mother are coming out of the drop-off side of the building.  The little girl is bawling her eyes out and her mother is explaining that they had to do this and the dog will get a good home.  All I could think was, ‘well, actually the statistics suck for dogs taken to the pound.’, granted I didn’t say anything just kept walking.  I did mention to DH that it was sad that little girl had to give her puppy away.
  We proceed into the main artery of the pound, FULL of dogs, loud obnoxious, barking dogs.  We look around the dog warehouse…..um, area and find nothing to our liking.  So we take a quick detour through the puppy room.  Glancing around the room you realize that a majority of the unspayed/neutered dogs in our county are black labs.  EVERY cage had a black lab, or 6.  Litters and litters of black floppy eared dogs lined the wall.  We notice a little puppy that is a bit older than all the other puppies, and she’s by herself in a big metal cage.  We walk up to her and start talking to her.  She’s SUPER sweet and cute to boot!
  

  
  

  In our county inmates work in the animal control buildings, cleaning cages, that kind of thing.  Well we grab the card off of the cage door and an inmate who was working in the puppy room at the time says to us,
  “That puppy just came in, not five minutes ago.  A little girl and her mom brought her in, the little girl was REALLY sad.”  So I ask the guy if he heard why they had to give the dog up, he said he didn’t know.  DH and I leave the puppy room (with card in hand) and I say,
  “Oh my God, that was that little girl’s puppy!! WE HAVE TO GET HER!” (the puppy not the little girl).  So we take the card up to front desk and the lady informs us that the dog had just been brought in and that the owners couldn’t keep her, she was the last of the litter.
  “Her name is Smokey.” WTF?! SMOKEY? HELLLLL NOOOOO! See, my mom had a little Shi Tzu named smokey that ran away and there is no way that we could have another ‘smokey’.  So I just said,
  “Well, she’s young enough, that name’ll be changin’!”

  
  

  And it was, to Sammie, or Sam, or Samson, or stupid piece of shit, either or

  
  

  That is how Sammie came to live with us.  I won’t bore you with the details of being pregnant and cleaning up PILES AND PILES of shit in my kitchen.  Or the doorframe she ate, or the carpet she chewed up.  The people she jumped on, the holes in the yard she dug, ya know all that crappy bad shit that puppy dogs do.  Just know that today, here and now, she’s the BEST dog ever.  She’ll defend the children against grabby old women who try to pick them up without permission, she’ll run off any moron who tries to come into the house, and she’s our mailman alarm, she barks as he pulls to the mailbox, but, she won’t bite him, she kinda likes him.  She’s a GREAT dog and I hope that the little girl, where ever she is, knows that ‘smokey’ got a GREAT home and and even better name, and is HAPPY.

  
  

  Now, doncha feel all warm and fuzzy? I DO, it was COLD over here

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