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So we took him on a temporary placement, an adoption to save his life until another home could be found for him. We are not fools. We understood that Ginny was hoping that this would become permanent, but we were saying that a dog did not fit into our life style. That Beowulf, our beloved, almost silent Shih Tzu, had died after a long descent into blindness, incontinence and lethargy, ending with a lot of pain for Beowulf. We were determined not to go through that again. The first night at our home, Gizmo crapped on Grace’s side of the bedroom. More than once. Many lines of cable were laid on the white rug between the window and the bed. It was not the best introductory calling card for a dog we really didn’t want and which Grace particularly was looking at as a great and unwanted interference in our lives. Gizmo, named either Zinfandel or Malbec at the time, was a poor salesman and knew nothing about closing a deal. A friend of ours observed, “He didn’t have time to buy a gift.”
“The eyes of a dog, the expression of a dog, the warmly wagging tail of a dog and the gloriously cold damp nose of a dog were in my opinion all God-given for one purpose only — to make complete fools of us human beings.” Barbara Woodhouse
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