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Brighton--A Case History and a Long Story made short. |
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And the story about how Brighton became the perfect pet even though she started off as a troubled, destructive dog. Please note: this page reads across, then down -------> |
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Brighton came to us terrified of everything with an inclination for destruction.� She had been a champion and took awhile to adapt to life outside the crate.� Someone did fall in love with her and adopt her, but was forced to return her very quickly. |
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Our Cocker Spaniel - a little hyper - bit Brighton's ear as a gesture of welcome. |
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Brighton seemed very happy to be back in her foster home, but she was still somewhat destructive and had to be rushed to the emergency vet at least once when she climbed up and found a full box of potato flakes which she ate.� We were afraid she had bloat. |
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After very careful observation, we determined that she was in pain.� We took her to a specialist and were told that she had a painful eye condition as a result of a tick borne disease she had picked up at the track.� It is controllable, and once she was on a course of medication, she settled right down. |
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We love our Brighton and are so glad her original adopters returned her.� When we say her name she comes running to us with her tail wagging like mad. She inspired the following poem. I hope you like it, it's my first. |
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As you can see, she has adapted wonderfully.� It just took a little longer than with most of our fosters.� She is sweet, loving and devoted to "her pack." |
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Ode to Brighton:
(Thoughts by Brighton, Words by Judith)
I love the sound my name makes,
Oh how it makes my heart ache,
To know that I ran for five years,
Only as a number in the race,
Only a number as I came through the gate.
Running and winning so many times,
Before being led to my lonely crate,
There my name a list of sires and dams,
But never spoken with tenderness, my name,
To hear it sets my tail a-wag and my heart aflame.
With love, a tender voice utters my name,
With joy I realize I'm one and the same,
The dog, the racer, the winner aclaimed,
But till now, no human did say my name,
And set my tail a-wag, my heart aflame.
JABrody
3/25/01
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