Two of my very best friends, Oscar and Destiny. Oscar is a dachshund we acquired in a Walmart parking lot. We had our pick of two rather sickly animals as someone was waiting to take the other one. We bought him and went straight to the vet. Those of you who are familiar with my writing know I am more familiar with animal doctors than people doctors. We took Oscar in to make sure he would get well from his malnutrition, flea bites and various other maladies that neglected puppies acquire. His next appointment was a recheck and to relieve him of his dog-hood. He was going to live inside and would have no opportunity to use his equipment anyway.
Oscar stayed with us through thick and thin, a apartment, a house and finally a tent in the woods. His voice when giving a alarm sounded more like a Doberman than the small canine he was. He was very protective of us especially with people he didn't like instinctively. We actually, through experience, came to trust his instincts over our own. Several people left our presence with teeth marks around their ankles. He was by far the finest animal that ever owned us.
Destiny is a whole other story herself. She is one of those people who project love toward any animal. They in turn feel trust, security and love instinctively. They seem to know they are in no danger or pain from her. And they always respond positively. I've seen her petting chained up watchdogs and wild raccoons in perfect safety. Hurt an animal in front of her and rather face a mama grizzly bear as she attacks.
As I said in the beginning, they are my best friends and I wouldn't trade a billion dollar winning lottery ticket for either one of them.
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