A little over four years ago, I had to have my beautiful, sweet Golden Retriever, TD, put to sleep, and just knew I’d never find another dog that I could love as much as I loved him. After a couple of months, my former son-in-law, who had been after me to get another dog, called and asked how I felt about Lhasa Apsos. I had often thought I would like to have one, and he had found that one of the local animal controls had rescued a group of six Lhasas from a puppy mill.
In the two hours between the time he found that they were available until we got to the agency, all of them had been spoke for except one, and she was pregnant. No one wanted her because they wanted instant dog. I never saw her, but told the woman at the dog control, that I would take her after the puppies were born. The lady had taken her to her home to have her puppies, and when I went to pick her up, she was a pretty sorry looking little dog, but she jumped up on my lap and it was instant love.
Her name was Angel, and she definitely was not an angel, so I changed her name to Angie. Poor little thing had lived in a cage all her life, she was four years old, and had just had her sixth litter of puppies. She, of course, was not house broken, didn’t know what a leash and collar were. Within just a few days she was house broken, and she took to the leash and harness very well. So, she is a very lovely little girl and
I love her so much.
She loves to go walking, in fact, just the word, “walking” is all it takes for her to run to the door waiting to go out. She is not a replacement for my wonderful TD, but she is in my heart with him. She’s a real mommy’s dog … she knows who took her away from the wretched life she’d led the first four years of her life … just like TD knew who took him away from being homeless to being one spoiled dog.
I love them both so much; they’re both such sweeties.
Thank you for this wonderful forum in which to deal with the grief of losing a much loved pet.