Be Not Blind
About two years ago, a creature came into my and my family's life and with her she has brought great joy and on occasion deep sorrow; not for what she has done but for what she is. You see, fate has delivered her to this world in the form of a sweet, tan and white dog but has also delivered her a cruel blow by making her a Pit Bull Terrier.Her name is Tina, and although she was not my first choice in a family pet, I can think now of no other who would be such a family friend to us. My search for a dog began shortly after we moved into our new home here in New York. My husband and I were searching for a Labrador retriever to no avail one evening on an animal rescue website when a pitiful white dog caught my eye as I read her story of abuse and torture, that to most of us is unimaginable, we wept. I immediately composed an email to the rescue agent asking to adopt the dog and waited with hope for a quick response. The return email did come the next day along with the rescue agents phone number, which I promptly called. Our adoption had been accepted, the voice on the other end of the line told me, and plans for her arrival where made with great an
I don't know how many times the phrase "Is she good with children?" came and "Are you sure?" where spoken, but I'm sure it was a great deal. I needed that point to be driven home to be sure. She came finally to us on a Sunday. She seemed so small to me, but even upon first glance it was obvious she had a huge heart and I can't tell you how many times she has proven this to me. Her issues were made obvious to us prior to her arrival. She had an animal aggression problem, which, with time, patience and proper socialization training, she has learned to live in peace with another dog and even enjoy his company. She is gentle, kind and forgiving. However, there are those who refuse to see her gentle nature and still fear her. Very rarely do people stop to pet her and share a moment her time. In fact, most walk faster to pass her quickly or cross the street to avoid her all together. She will forgive them for their blindness, but I can still feel her sadness, albeit for a brief moment, it is still there. ticipation. Unfortunately, the white dog was not to be. The foster home had decided to keep her at the last minute and I was devastated. Then, as if it had been decided by a greater force, mysterious to any of us, the rescue agent spoke to
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