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HAPPY
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Stories from
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DAVEY
FROM
PATRICE, S.A.V.E.
Davey
was wandering around the neighborhood alone, and an animal lover saved him just
as he was about to become a snack for an enormous dog from another yard. She
called S.A.V.E. and we put Davey's picture on our website to help find him a
good home.
Julie saw
Davey's picture on our website and fell in love. She keeps in touch all the
time telling us all about the various adorable things Davey does. We are so
happy for them both and love hearing all the "happy
tails."
FROM JULIE,
DAVEY'S MOM
Sharon sent
me Davey's adoption forms and I sent them back with some pictures and a small
donation for the other guys you take in.
Meanwhile, Davey is beginning to look like
fuzzy wuzzy as his coat grows in. Cute. I have decided he is not digging, and
teaching Jack to dig, gopher holes. Davey is digging bomb shelters and he wants
Jack to be safe too. He is tapping me on the shoulder at this moment which is
something he does when I'm at the computer. Better than whacking me with one of
his monkey toys, which he also does. Speaking of toys, it looks like several
toddlers live here--toys are strewn across every floor of every room. This
morning I woke up with a soft, fleecy duck on my pillow.
Hope you all are hanging
tough.
Davey discovered
watermelon last night and loves it. He asked for ten bites of it. I guess the
country life agrees with him. He gets happier everyday. He and Jack and Pete
are out for a morning walk in the woods. He will need a bath when he gets back
because he rolls in things that smell good to him...ha ha
So did you get the pictures? Cute,
heh?
Davey has a new
trick. He digs for treasure in bed just before we go to sleep. Last night he
"dug" through my expensive bottom sheet. It was hard to holler at him because I
was laughing. So I've thrown that shredded bottom sheet out and I'm going to
tie his paws together tonight (just kidding). He and Jack are getting very
comfortable with one another. They wrestle about 15 hours a day chase five
hours and sleep about four. ha ha They are wrestling behind me right now.
Yesterday Davey was sitting in a chair with Jack and they were looking out a
long window that flanks the fireplace. Up walked the flock of twenty wild
turkeys...Davey came and got me and wanted to know if he should bark...I said
no, it's ok, they aren't coming in the house even though they are coming up the
walkway. ha ha He seemed to say, you see the darnedest things out here in the
woods.
Davey has learned
"sit" with a cookie, and he is piddling in the house less and less, so we are
making progress. Jack has learned down (which he will do for a cookie, but only
on a throw rug--ha ha) and he has sit mastered even without a
cookie.
Good
boys.
Julie
Davey
Davey and Jack |
FROM JULIE, DAVEY'S MOM
(Added 11-07-01)
Patrice,
The website is great. I showed Davey his
picture and he says that he was thinner a month ago. Also, his coat is getting
longer. Speaking of coats, Davey's not worried about the drop in temps, he has
a nice thinsulate lined winter coat. Did I mention that he and Jack have
collars with their names and phone numbers embroidered on them and matching
leads?
Davey kisses me
now and then, but the big FUSS he saves for Pete, his policeman hero and dad.
When Pete comes home, he literally has to sit down immediately so that Davey
can hug him (Davey puts both paws around Pete's neck and showers him with
kisses.) When Pete gets in bed, Davey repeats the hug and kisses for about five
minutes until Pete ruffles Davey's fur and says ok, let's go to sleep now. Then
Davey curls up between us; Jack meanwhile goes under the covers between our
feet. Four or five cats tiptoe in after the lights are out. Chuck sleeps next
to Pete on his pillow, One-eye in between us on a pillow, Tea sleeps on top of
me, Sylvester sleeps next to Tea, Gray sleeps next to him. Sometimes Ishi and
Rita try to come in too, but we fill up early and don't take reservations.
Francis sleeps on the down sofa in the living room, Janie sleeps on the chair,
Thistle sleeps in the cat bed in a woven basket. Bub, the latest long haired
rescue kitten, sleeps on the rug next to my side of the bed, but always
accompanies me to the bathroom, where he expects to sit on my lap and be
petted. I'm not sure where Cinnamon sleeps.
The two backdoor feral cats, Outdoor Mommy
and Fat Cheeks, (both of whom I trapped and spayed) sleep in the new cedar dog
house I bought for them that has a porch and deck, is insulated, and has an
insulated floor pad as well as a cat shelf. They eat breakfast and dinner on
their own porch now.
You
should hear Davey snoring behind me, big sound for such a small dog. He likes
to go to bed early when it gets dark so soon, and he wants to be rested for his
daily constitutional in the morning.
Since someone on the site, (I read all the
happy tails) mentioned that you like poetry here's my Christmas poem from a
year ago.
full moon before yuletide
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it's full moon before yuletide
i and the goofy dog jack who came to live
with us last April
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are awake
restive in
the silver light
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he doesn't particularly want to go out, but doesn't turn
down
an invitation to the
back door
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i notice the mail pete brought in sometime after
midnight
he'd worked a double
because the storm took down power lines and trees
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i read the christmas letter my friend wrote
full of snow, empty
landscapes
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loss,
and loving
shadows
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i join jack in the moonlight
without a coat, i fill the birdfeeders in the 15 degree
air,
stars like ornaments in
the night sky
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then jack and I try to settle back into bed
but sweet countenaced, he bites at
moonbeams
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i tilt my face and smile as i sink my teeth into the
air
pete laughs out loud and
joins us, chomping on the luminous dark
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the cats feign puzzlement
but flick their tails in amusement
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eyes glowing gold
in
the full moon before yuletide
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Julie
FROM JULIE, DAVEY'S MOM
(Added 12-17-01)
Dear Patrice,
Davey is enjoying his celebrity status on
the new website; I emailed his story to a friend in Germany and she pronounced
him adorable. She has been persuaded, after only one prompt from me, to adopt a
homeless cat for Christmas.
Davey has really settled in now and feels secure. He is a complete
gentleman and no longer piddles anywhere but outside. Right now, he has fallen
asleep behind me, alongside his brother Jack and their toy monkey, which they
drag everywhere. We gave the boys new fleece toy bones yesterday and they
managed to squeak the toys so much that the squeakers will squeak no more. I
counted their toys strewn though the house and they have
twenty.
After they killed
their squeaky bones, Jack brought Pete his leash; Pete laughed and said ok
fellas, let's go for a walk. Jack and Davey's tails were flying like victorious
battle flags down the driveway.
Last night Davey decided the apple I was eating looked interesting and
he pressed his nose up against my face until I gave him a bite. He ate the Red
Delicious, chewing enthusiastically, then stuck his nose by mine again, and so
we shared the apple.
The
biggest change in Davey is I think the expression in his eyes. He is learning
to trust again, knows love, and THAT is my Christmas
present.
Julie
we love happy endings!
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