My Christmas story

After a very long and fruitful discussion on holiday travel and visiting things went rather well this year. A week or so brfore.Christmas we did the.trip to the in-laws, went ok, came home, Thursday before Christmas my wife had carpal tunnel surgery in both hands, so I became the caregiver,I hope I'm never that demanding...only kidding, my poor wife could do almost nothing for herself, but we got through it. Her mother had to come and drive her the 80 mile round trip for surgery. Her mother is Iin her 80s and for the first time I really felt helpless, but I made up for it. Her mother came back the day after Christmas and stayed with us till the day after New Years, and it couldn't have been more pleasant. I got some work done my wife was well cared for, her mothers visit was extended by Wisconsin weather, but all went well. The real story came on Saturday after Christmas, I am still allowed to drive to town 7 miles away or to the town dump about 3 miles away. So coming home from the dump a mile or so from the nearest house walking along the road looking quitescared was a young puppy. I drove by at first but it just didn't seem right, it was to young AND to to far from anywhere, I turned around and after about 30 and half dozen wurthers candies I got her to trust me, got her in my truck and took her home. The temp that night was forecast to be-11, she never would have survived. She was just a pup, but had already had puppies, I was starting to get mad at someone. We called the sheriff, we called the humane society, twice. Once to.report her, and once to ask if we could hold her until someone called about her, we were told sure, and if no one claims her we could keep her after 7days, which was up last fFriday. Friday we took her to our vet, no micro chip, no inquires about her, Sofie is now sleeping at this minute on our bed. Last May I lost my best friend a beagle corgi mix, Sofie is a beagle bassett hound mix, and loves our other two, a beagle fox hound mix and a corgi. Carmen and Lucy. I felt like a kid bringing home a lost puppy. We think she either escaped from a puppy mill, I think she was way to young to be bred or she was a drop off in the country. Either way we saved a life, and I got my best Christmas present ever. Not much to do with pd, but then neither do the really good things in life.

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