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Baz, your story took me back twenty years to a post by the SPCA in the next province about dogs seized from a puppy mill. One Sheltie had spent the three years of her life in a crate. After she weaned the litter she was carrying at the time of the seizure, we were given permission to make the 11 hour round trip to pick her up. She was gentle in her fear, not socialized, could only walk a few yards before having to rest and had no idea how to negotiate stairs. In the dog and cat rich environment of our home she became herself. Each summer I keep walking trails mowed around the marsh and it was truly delightful to see her tail waving above the tall grass along the pathway as she exercised her right to take herself for a walk. My wife named her Gaia.
We lost her to cancer after a time, but she got to be a country dog and she loved it.
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Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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