I like to think I was the first and, of course, the best.

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Originally fostered by Deb back in winter 2021, I was a young springy girl who loved life. I had had several foster homes before, the only being that I loved it all a little too much, getting overexcited and noisy whenever I would see another dog from a distance. Really all I wanted was to say hello, and am freindly when I do, but I just couldn't contain myself until then.

Even with all the love, patience, and training that they gave me, I showed little improvement, and it was decided that I might benefit from living with another dog for company. Sadly Deb wasn't able to have two dogs at the time, so I had to move on.

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I spent some time in a foster home with another dog, and in time found a home. Everyone thought things were looking up for me, but sadly the arrival of a new baby meant that I could not stay and I ended up back in the kennels.

Almost immediately, Ruth at Daybreaks kennels put out a plea for somewhere for me to go, as I was desperately unhappy and spent most my time just staring at the wall.

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Deb came to my rescue - she had always said that any foster that was returned could come back home - and by the next day, Lana had already picked me up and brought me back home. Just over a year after I arrived for the first time, I settled right back in.

By this time Peg had been adopted, and Duque was around too. I had my familar place to call home, and a friend in it. It seemed I was back in the place I was supposed to be.

 

We've continued my training, and with plenty of time and lots of patience, I am happy to say I am improving. I still get excited out on walks, but nowadays it's mostly just vocal, crying after friends I see ahead.

 

Truth is I'm just extremely misunderstood, longing for love and affection.