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Angel Girl

My name is Angel Girl and I\’m eight years old. My ethnicity is a combination of out-of-control terrier and everybody-loves-me poodle. I adopted my humans when I was five weeks old, before the ASPCA standards were as high as they currently are. That explains why these unimaginative, boring suburbanites slipped through the cracks.

Each weekday morning, I slyly observe my humans through half-raised lids.

First, the old man who refers to himself as \”Da\” showers, dresses and leaves the house. A brief snooze later, the old lady who insanely thinks she\’s my \”Ma\” emerges from the rain room ready for work, and I hop down and follow her enthusiastically to the front door.

\”Let\’s go check out the front, shall we?\” she coos.

She thinks I prefer the front yard because the grass is thicker. Forget it. The front is the happenin\’ place. People might walk by with their own dogs in tow, or a neighbor may stroll out to retrieve a newspaper. These are my chances to get in a few good barks while staying close to the protective Ma.

I take out to take care of my business and admit it does feel good, but more important, SHE thinks I\’m good as she gushes, \”Dat\’s a gooood girl, Angel, yes you areyes, you are.\”

She promptly gives me a treat. Imagine that. I get a treat for doing what I would have done in the living room had she not let me out. (more…)

Shadow

My dog, shadow, is a mexican hairless, or xoloitzcuintli. (show- low- its- queen- tli.)xoloitzcuintlis, (aka xolos,) are usually hairless, but every 1 out of 4 or 5 are born covered in fur. shadow has fur, is a very cute dog, and we love her. (well, when she’s not peeing or pooping in the house or barking madly for no known reason.) she loves her squeekie toys, and can find the squeeker every time. she weighs about 11 pounds, and is about 14 inches to her shoulder. she is white, tan, brown, black, blonde, and a little reddish. other possible names we considered for her were lucy, noodle, hunter, bailey, baxter, (if she was a boy, we didnt know at the time), and my brother’s favorite, Ima Big Duck. (so if you lost her at the park, you would have to call her by saying, loudly, “i’m a big duck! i’m a big duck!”)she also loves her bouncy balls, like old tennis balls and lacrosse balls that we find in our woods by our house. (our neighbors have 3 older sons, who are constantly losing things in the woods.) shadow carries them around with her everywhere. she is also a very strange dog because she self feeds, she doesnt just eat because there is dog food there. she will nibble a little, and sometimes not eat for days. but when it comes to “human” food, she will eat anything. her favorite food is peanut butter, but she also loves bananas. she knows the tricks come, sit, stand, dance, paw, beg, crawl, hi-five, and down. (but she will only do these if we are holding cheerios as a reward.) she loves to go on walks down our driveway, which is 1/4 of a mile long. when we hold up the leash, she just goes insane with wiggling. since she is so small, she is scared of other animals, even little bugs. when we walk up to a statue of, say, a bunny rabbit, she will get low to the ground, her fur will stand on end, and she will either cower behind us or slowly approach it. she is scared of other dogs, but appears to love horses. (she has met our neighbors horses.) shadow is very fluffy, with long, fine hair behind her ears and on her tail. we love shadow very much.

(Morgan is 12, but Mom approved the story. That’s Mom’s email address supplied.)

Morgan from CT

Samantha

I have an almost 13 year old – 1/2 dalmatian/labrador and she has helped me so much with my trials and changes my life. She has humbled and showed me that unconditional love does exist!  Here is Samantha – Also known as Sammy. Love this dog very much. This might be her last year – if not 2010 will be, she has horrible arthritis. Sammy will always be in my heart.

Elizabeth from CA

Keesha

My husband John and I adopeted a 12 year old black pug named Keesha. She had a grapefruit sized tumor on her backside and was very shy. For the first few weeks after her surgery she looked like Frankenpug, and she hid in the curtains under the dining room table. It took about a year before she came out of hiding. I don’t know what kind of life she must have had, but finally she learned to trust us and became a perfect lap dog. This Christmas she spent a lot of her time playing under the Christmas tree and peeking out from the decdorated branches. It will be our last Christmas together. She started having seizures and other neurological problems. We took care of her (she grew more loving every day) until a stroke put her in an unresponsive coma-like state. We bathed her, held her in our arms for several hours and then let her go wherever dogs go in the next life. (I hope God lets me go there) How so much sweetness can live in a little pug body is more than I will understand. I learned more about love and life in the last few months than I have learned in my long life, so-far. God bless the little ones.
Billie from AZ

Ezra

Hi Mark, we adopted a former racing Greyhound. His name is Ezra, and yes he is one spoiled dog. He loves the couch and I’m constantly kicking him off it because he loves MY spot. :)

Wayne from VA

Bobby

Dear Mr. Levin,
Thank you for your book “Saving Sprite” which is helping me cope with my own dog’s illness. As I go along reading your book, tears keep rolling down my cheeks – it’s as if the words & sentences in the book are echoing my thoughts & emotions.

Thank you once again for this book & similar ones (Marley & I, Dewey), which make dog lovers like me strong both mentally & physically.

Wish you, your family, neighbours, vets & friends (they are friends indeed) all the best.

Doreen

Bobby, (my daughter insisted on naming her so), is 15-16 years old & suffering from similar conditions as Sprile.

She is 1/2 Lab & 1/2 Alsatian & followed me home at 4 months.

9-10 years ago she saved me a several times. Being short sighted, I failed to notice a snake in my yard. One day I returned from my daily walk with my dogs (Max passed away at age 11-12). Bobby stood between me & the snake (later I was told it was deadly one). The 2nd time I had a blackout & when I came to, I found myself sitting on the floor & Bobby standing in front of me. (more…)