Stormy.. Thanks for bringing a smile to our face from the start, to the last day.
The rattler that got you, could have gotten one of your humans. Today was not the first time you tangled with one, but it was your last. Sleep..pup.. your leg no longer hurts, you no longer limp when you get up.. Sprocket misses you already.
The Story Of Miss Storm
There was a nice winter storm brewing, lots of wind and rain.. I was sitting at the breakfast table at about 0400 before going to work.
Just outside the breakfast nook which is fully glassed in.. is a small walk way and then a hedge row. I heard some weird flapping sounds.. but being dark could not see anything outside the windows. ,, Heard the flapping sound again.. Went to the front door.. And there was a large dog staring at me, he shook his head again to rid himself of water, and I found my flapping sound. He walked inside, past me, to the back door.. like he had lived here all his life.. I opened the door, and he went in to our back yard, laid down on the porch out of the rain.
My son walked him around after school and found the owner.. Few words were exchanged and my son found out, Mom and Dad (Roscoe) had a litter of pups last night during the storm……….. When I went to go to work the next morning, as I sat at the table enjoying my morning coffee.. staring at me in the window was Roscoe.. Opened the door, he came in, had a drink of water and went to the back door, barked once.. and I let him out.
Wife took him home later in the day… found the pups un cared for in the back yard, owner was gone for the weekend.. Told the folks next door, to throw some food over the fence while he was gone.
Needless to say, the wife took on the job of caring for the pups that weekend.. Roscoe came over every morning, we took him home every evening.. Three weeks later, owner again gone.. My wife brought a pup home claiming, while we could not save um all…. She was going to have a home. We called the owner told him his dogs and pups were fine and not to worry about the missing one.. she would be back in the evening, but gone several times each day till 5 weeks old, then we would be her new companions.
Thus Storm came in to our family. Born in a storm, her father came to get us, when no one at home would help… Or something like that…..That’s my story and I’m sticking to it
Sleep well pup.
