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Meet Maggie & Bryan! (Bryan was renamed "Mac"!)
How we found our forever home By Maggie
One day (a long time ago) when our new Mommy was just six years old, she went down the street to visit a friend. She knew her friend didn’t have any dogs, so, as always, she went through the gate and straight up to the front door.
That day, though, her friend’s Uncle had stopped by on his way home from work
and he happened to have two guard dogs with him! This time, when our mommy went
straight up to the front door... two
But then, there was Katie. Katie was one of us; a beautiful creature that for some reason, no one seemed to want. In fact, Katie was getting ready to go to the pound because the nice lady who was baby-sitting her had not been able to find her a home. People said Katie was bad, because she wet her bed and chewed things up, but Katie was just spay incontinent and lonely… She saw our Mommy and Daddy at a Fourth-of-July picnic and decided that she was going to go home with them… all she had to do was get the Mommy not to be afraid of her.
She started with the Daddy… She went up and sat next to him and laid her head on his shoulder… and she was on her best behavior the whole day. She was very excited when she heard them talking about taking her home!
She
loved her new home! She got to sleep in the bed and on the couch and got lots
of love and lots of toys and treats. But she didn’t feel so good sometimes and
when her new parents took her for her first check-up, they found out she had
heartworms really bad, and tumors and all kinds of other bad stuff… Her Daddy
had to go to Iraq, so her Mommy took her to the doctor almost every week tryin
Her Mommy and Daddy were so proud of her! And they loved her so much that they didn’t want her to hurt or struggle anymore, so they finally made a very, very hard decision and on September 25th 2003, they sent her over the Rainbow Bridge. But even though they had saved her from having to experience any more pain, they missed her so terribly!
It took quite a while, but they finally realized that only another Dobergirl could fill the empty place that Katie had left behind. So, they looked, and looked, and looked… at so many of us! Then they found DRNC and they saw pictures of me! And they thought I was beautiful and they wanted to come meet me!
It was very exciting! I was worried though, because there were five of us there at the time… all wanting a forever home. And Mac was there (but they called him Bryan then) and he was just a baby, and so cute. I was scared that no one would want any of us older girls… especially since no one knew much about our backgrounds or where we had come from…
But
they did! They wanted me! And they took me home and let me sleep in the bed and
on the couch and gave me love and treats. And two weeks later, guess who came
to live with us? Little Mac! They
We have so much fun together! He likes to chew on me a lot, and sometimes it hurts! But he follows me everywhere and it makes me happy to have someone to roll around in the grass with. Mommy and Daddy are really nice, but they don’t really like to dig in the dirt and roll on their backs on the lawn, so Mac and I do that together by ourselves. I am teaching him not to bite so hard and he is teaching me how to play with toys, since I never had any of my own before. We are having such a wonderful time! Thank you DRNC for helping us find our new forever home.
Thanks for coming by and visiting us! Maggie & Mac
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Doberman
Pinschers came running out and chased her to the gate and attacked her very
viciously. You would think that our Mommy would be very scared of us Dobergirls
and boys… And she was, for a very long time! 
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to make her feel better, but nothing worked. Katie fought and fought to get
better, because she had to take care of her Mommy until her Daddy came back
again… and she did. She held on until her Daddy was safely home.
wanted
me to have a play-mate and a friend and they had seen me playing so nicely with
Mac at Miss Cyndi’s house. 
