I am a chocolate Labrador retriever and, like a lot of ladies, I do not wish to discuss my age and think it is sufficient to say I’ve been around a while, and admit I am over weight. Anyway, I was in several different homes and have had many litters of puppies that were sold. The last people who had me decided they did not want me and called animal control to pick me up and take me to the local animal shelter.
It was okay there. I had friends and did not have to be outside all the time. I went to foster with a shelter worker for a while and that was pretty neat; I really liked it there with other dogs and some cats. On November the 11th, a date I shall never forget, on Sunday night, the shelter director (also named Charlotte) took me to meet a man and a woman who had come all the way from California just to meet me after they saw me on PetFinder. They like Labs and usually had three, but one died, so they had been looking for another, had met at least 30 but nothing seemed to click with them. They spent quite a bit of time with me and I knew right away I really liked them and was sure hoping they felt the same way. And they did!
We spent the night in a motel in St. Louis and took off to California the next morning in an airplane. We finally got home (and you probably cannot understand how good it is to say “home”), and I met Zander and Benjamin and now they are my brothers. One is black and one is yellow, and we have a lot of fun together. We swim and go on walks, go to the beach and stuff (swimming was scary at first, but now I like it). I got to help pick out the Christmas tree and loved to sit under it.
When I went to the vet’s office for a check up, the x-rays showed bullet remnants in various places of my body. I do not want to dwell on how that happened or why someone wanted to do that to me. I am just glad that is behind me and I am with the best people on the face of the earth. I try to be very good and do what they want because I really am grateful. They try to feed me right so that I will lose some weight, but one day I got led into temptation. Passing by the pantry, I could smell something nice and tracked the smell to this cabinet thing and managed to climb up and get the bag of food down on the floor, slit it open and eat every piece of kibble. It felt great at first, but later it did not feel so good to be over-full and bloated. I don’t think I’d do it again, but they put a lock on the cabinet just in case.
Anyway, enough about me. It is so warm and nice in California, and one day I heard the weather forecast for Missouri and was so very sad. When my family asked what was wrong, I told them I was concerned about all of my friends in the shelter who had to be in kennels and sleep on cold concrete with only thin blankets. They thought about it and, being kind people, they arranged to donate enough Kuranda beds to the shelter so that ALL of the dogs in kennels could be off the cold floor, and then arranged for a couple of people who specialized in installing the beds to come all the way from New York to put the beds together. This makes me very happy to know my friends will have these beds until they find homes.
It’s like a fairy tale that a dog like me was chosen by some wonderful people who are now helping other dogs until they can get chosen too. When I say my prayers at night, I say thank you for my family and ask for help for other homeless pets.