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When good things happen to good people

13 February 2007

Last Thursday I spent about 15 hours in the car for a very good reason. I drove to Morrison, Tennessee, about an hour past Nashville, with my dear friend, Sally. We went there to pick up her dream dog, an eight-week-old puppy named Seamus Clarence Amos . The little darling’s father was a Great Pyrenees and his mother a Border Collie. He’s not some designer dog (a Border Pyr? a Great Collie?). He’s the very happy result of a guy who has two dogs he’s not brainy enough to neuter.

In any case, Sally’s been looking for this very cross since her beloved Otis died almost a year ago. (Otis, too, was a Great Pyr/Border Collie cross, the result of an accidental breeding). Sally found out about Seamus Clarence Amos on Petfinder.com, where I found my Pip.

Just look at this little guy, with Sally at his foster parents’ house:

Notice Amos's adorable littermate on the far left.

And here he is in his new home:

Living in the lap of luxury

Sally is as ga-ga over dogs as anyone I know. (Perhaps more than anyone I know.) She’s been pining for a puppy every since she lost her beloved Hildy in October. She’s managed to be patient, waiting until the right dog came along. And boy did he. The woman is over-the-moon in love with this puppy, and for good reason. He’s sweet, smart, cute as all get out. Just wonderful.

It’s so nice when good things happen to good people. I can’t wait to watch this little guy grow up.

Tagged with: dogs, friendship

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