Our dog’s name is “Happy.”
We took her along on a recent car trip to Florida.
After staying a couple weeks to return home, we began to pack up.
Happy became alarmed.
Even though we’ve had her for nine years, she began sitting near the front door of our rental house just to make sure we wouldn’t leave her behind.
You see, she was a “Shelter dog” who had given her prior owner a large litter of puppies and then was sent out to live on the streets.
When local police found her, she was very malnourished.
The shelter wouldn’t give her to us until she had completly recovered.
Those memories are never completely gone.
We’ve had her nine wonderful years now.
After a trip of a 1,000 miles, she was so happy to be home again.
If only dogs could talk!
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