Why I Love My Pointer
I have an English Pointer or ‘bird dog’ named Sara. We welcomed Sara into our home when she was only eighteen months old. She has been a constant source of joy and entertainment to our family. Sara, however, is a special dog for one big reason, Of course everyones dog is special to their owner no doubt. Sara, however, had a very bad beginning. We got her from a friend of a friend. The friend told us he needed to find Sara a good home because he was moving to Baltimore, Md. and couldn’t take her. He said she was a very good dog but had many ‘mental issues.’ The person our friend got Sara from had severely beat her just about every day. The dog wouldn’t hunt for him. Now a person that knows about a hunting dog knows they won’t hunt for someone they don’t like. So Sara came to us. Here we had a young female that wasn’t much more than a bag of bones and was scared to death of everything. She would tremble so hard when we would go to her that she could hardly stand up. But she never made an attempt to bite. It took SO much patience on our part to bring this loving dog around to where she is today. For the first year she would never wag her tail and would just sit like she was so ashamed. Little by little she started to come around. First her tail would start to wag. Now it wags all the time with the happiness only a dog can have, especially when she sees cool dog supplies. Then, she started to willing go for rides in the truck with us. Today she is the most beautiful dog in the world to us and I wouldn’t take anything in the world for her. I often sit and hope and pray that she was able to somehow forget her horrible beginnings.
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