No Better Friend Has Man (Soft cover)
by Boniface Idziak « View this author's BIO
Many thoughts came to our minds, and I never thought I had grown that attached to her. Now I wondered why I had let myself get that close to her. I missed her so much. On the third day I put an ad in the lost and found column. After I'd placed the ad, Ginny remarked that if someone had stolen her we probably wouldn't hear anything from the ad. I had to admit she was probably right. After the ad ran for a few days and we heard nothing, I had to accept the fact that we would never see Peachie again.
More than a week went by with no word of her. We were out in the yard one day cutting grass and weeding the tiger lily bed, when who came down the road and into the yard, but Peachie, walking very slowly with her head bent over and her tongue hanging out. She looked exhausted. We will never know how far she'd walked. Apparently it was over a long distance as the bottoms of her four paws were raw and bloody. She just laid there at our feet completely bushed out. There was a half-inch rope dangling at her neck where she'd chewed through to escape.
Suitable for ages 8 - 80
These are true stories about dogs we have cared for and others we have known during thirty years of owning our own dogs.
All our dogs were of different breeds, and each had its own ways and its own character. The dogs we owned had no training by either my wife or me, but we believe through every day they spent with us, they did learn fromour kindness, patience and love shown towards them.