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| Name: |
Giselle
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Age: |
Three years old
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| Gender: |
Female |
Breed: |
Greyhound |
| Home: |
Northern California, USA |
I
still remember the day I brought Giselle home from her foster mom's
house. She had made quite a fuss that night about where and who she
wanted to sleep with. Initially, I placed her crate in the living room,
where she could keep company with my other dog, Lucky. But Giselle would
not have it. She squirmed and fidgeted around in her crate, banging
against the cage bars like a wounded panther. Unable to sleep, I got up
and painstakingly dragged her crate through the narrow hallway into my
bedroom. Content with her sleeping arrangements, I climbed back into
bed, thinking the worst was over.
To my dismay, Giselle refused to lay down and continued to stand in her
crate, staring at me with her kohl black eyes. I tried to ignore her
stare by submersing myself in a novel, but her glaring eyes were soon
coupled with her pitiful whines. Time after time, I shushed and urged
her to lay down and be quiet, but she continued to glower at me with a
pitiful stare as if to say, "Why won't you sleep with me?"
So I did. I hoisted my pillow and blanket onto the carpeted floor and
sidled up against Giselle's crate. As if in approval of my actions, she
gave a content grunt, plopped herself down, and placed her forehead
against mine. So we slept there, human and dog laying next to each
other, separated only by metal bars. That night, I felt a wave of
contentment and relief flood over both of us, for I truly believe that
at that point in time, Giselle knew her search for a forever home was
finally over.
Welcome home, Giselle.
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