I miss my dog. I was born into a family who already had a dog. I've grown up with dogs and have always been around them, except for the 4 months of my freshman year of college. My beautiful chocolate lab died the day after I left for school, and then my beautiful yellow lab the day after I left to go back after Thanksgiving. Freshman year was weird.
Now I miss Leon, my golden retriever. My family rescued him in 06. He's a Hurricane Katrina dog and is also beautiful. We found him on a rescue website for dogs- http://www.sunshinegoldenrescue.com..check it out, youll cry. We knew we had to help him when his blurb started off with "Poor Leon is looking for love and has found it in all the wrong places." When I don't find a job this year I'm going to write dog blurbs for that website.
My parents drove to outside NYC to pick Leon up, who had been transported from Alabama on a converted horse trailer. He was so skittish and timid and had no fur because he was covered with red ants when they found him. He also was chained to a pole when they found him, resulting in big sores and almost no fur for the little guy.
I came home one weekend freshman year to meet him, and fell in love. Leon will just lean on you and walk around stuck to your side like velcro. I used to hardly be able to look at his eyes because they were so sad, but my family has loved the sadness out of them. Now he's furry and slightly chunky and needs to be covered with a fleece blanket at night because he's not used to the cold. Im ready to go home and see my dog. And my parents.
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