Seated on their own futon are Susie and Malcolm. Both came to me with little past and only prayer for the future. Neither one of them needed to worry one day more when it came to their fate. My heart consumed their pain; opening a space for the love I saved for them.
The large black fury baby is Susie. She is considered a Great Dane, but somehow, she thinks of herself as a lap dog. I wont try to tell her differently. She was in a foster home when she came to me, and had never seen the inside of a house. She had been beaten, kept on a leash outside, and barely fed. I cringe at her past.
Susie now has her own bed, and I sleep on the floor. Kidding, but trust me, she gets most of my bed.
Malcolm was thrown out of a car window and wandered down the street to my home. He walked up to my deck, politely introduced himself, ate dinner, and decided not to go any further. He chose me. I am forever grateful. He did fall in love with Susie, so he too, occupies my bed.
I don't have much information on Malcolm except that he was seen being thrown from a car window in my neighborhood. The car sped away, and like I said, he walked up my driveway and decided to stay.
I have two other rescue dogs, but when my eighty-six year old Mother moved in with me, they decided to move into her room, and believe you me, they are VERY spoiled too.
My Mother cooks them Lentils, chicken, and many other dishes.
I feel very blessed to be a Doggie Mom for my fury friends. Enjoy their photos and updates.
Anita L. Dibble
Summerfiedl, FL
