tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571238967019462780.post1943601399459987776..comments2023-06-14T05:33:24.525-07:00Comments on A Stuffed Life: First HarvestKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818135004045748078noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571238967019462780.post-47827264093740210672010-07-14T14:17:59.142-07:002010-07-14T14:17:59.142-07:00I left another comment, but will add this. The new...I left another comment, but will add this. The new puppy wants love and attention from anyone. Now that the other dogs feel he is too energetic for them, any time I move puppy bounds over to me and velcroes himself to my leg. That might be cute if I was not such a klutz and he was not over a hundred pounds. All good things take time to even out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571238967019462780.post-44461879736466183162010-07-08T11:52:27.314-07:002010-07-08T11:52:27.314-07:00Hey a harvest is a harvest, yes?
Some years ago, I...Hey a harvest is a harvest, yes?<br />Some years ago, I had a Saint named Murphy, he needed a sibling Saint Bernard and so I watched the pounds lisings, gave all the rescue folks my number etc. One day I got a call from the pound telling me they had an intake. She was a year old (aren't they always) SB and she was already neutered and her people just couldn't keep her. So there I go. Mandy came to live with us. Murph was so happy, a big someone to romp with....but she decided she would rather guard me than play. I too tried everything I could thing of, even had an animal behavioralist come and try to help. Unfortunately, she needed to be an only dog so I fostered her until we found her forever home. It was really hard so I understand your dilemna. Good Luck, LindaOmaLindasOldeBaggsandStuftShirtshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09589622524456973822noreply@blogger.com