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My New Pound PuppyThis poor little girl was wandering around lost and found herself at the local pound. Whoever her owners were, they never checked with the pound to see if their lost puppy was there, so she was in need of a home, and someone to love her...and fast. On December 21, I saw her mug shot on www.petfinder.com and promptly set out to meet her. December 22 at 11:00am, the doors to the pound opened, and I was waiting. She had been there since December 15, and no one had come to take her home. While most of the other dogs jumped against their enclosures, excited and barking, this little one was frightened and quiet. She came up to me though, and licked my hand, and I was hooked forever. I couldn't pick her up yet, though. On December 23, she left the pound for good, only to be taken to the vet to have "surgery". After an overnight stay, I saw her for the second time when I went to pick her up from the vet. "What's her name?", they asked. Quick, quick, think of something! I had been trying to come up with something that sounded "Australian", she is a Queensland Heeler, after all. Hmmm... then it came to me. What could be more Australian that "Matilda", as in "Waltzing Matilda"? So, she is officially Matilda, but I call her "Tilly". |
