Fella AKA LongFella

You came to us in 2003 as a street dog rescued by our daughter. Dr. Wright said you were so thin and heavily infested with heartworms that we should pass you on to a basset hound rescue. Frank wanted you and you really became his dog. Of course you seemed so sweet, we wanted to give you every opportunity we could provide. Once you got healthy, your “true personality” came out! Ha, you were such an Alpha that we had to give up fostering Goldens for many years because you wouldn’t “allow” it. You did allow the family of dogs we already had. You did become a little more mellow and manageable in the last couple of years, allowing us to foster again if we stayed on our toes. You were a world class counter surfer. No counter or table was safe if someone forgot to push a chair in! Of course we soon learned that you could pull a chair out if you wanted to investigate whatever you could smell. No food was ever safe if you were not crated. All we had to do was look at you and you went running to your crate. Even though you spent lots of time in there, I don’t believe you ever considered it punishment. Of course you always got a treat for kenneling up. You had that typical big bass voice and you didn’t mind using it! Even though I considered you somewhat of a nemesis, you were always entertaining and you were loved dearly.

With love,
The Ling Family

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So do not grieve for me, my friend, as I am with my kind…
My collar is a rainbow’s hue
My leash is a shooting star
My boundaries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.

There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined
But free to roam God’s heavens
Among my special kind.

I nap the day on a snowy cloud
With gentle breezes rocking me
I dream the dreams of earthlings
And how it used to be.

The trees are full of liver treats
And tennis balls abound
And milk bones line the walking ways
Just waiting to be found

There is even a ring set up
The grass all lush and green.
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the “Best of Breed.”

For we’re all winners in this place
We have no faults you see.
And God passes out the ribbons
To each one—even me.

At night I sleep in angels’ arms
Their wings protecting me
And moon beams dance about us
As stardust falls on thee.

So when your life on earth is spent
And you reach heaven’s gate
Have no fear of loneliness
For here, you know I wait.

Author unknown

There are even counter tops to conquer.
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