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I was either lost or abandoned at a young age. In April 1997, when
I was approximately 8 months old, I was lying in a ditch when a
school bus driver saw me. I wasn't moving around, so she became
worried. When the next driver passed by and I was still there,
they radioed in to the dispatcher to check on me. The dispatcher
came, bundled me up and took me to the local animal clinic. Boy was
I a mess! My skin was red, raw and flaky from being exposed to the
weather, and my fur was nothing but tangles. I had several scrapes,
and was sore all over. The vet was afraid I had been hit by a car -
but thankfully I had no broken bones, and was just "road weary" and
hurting because of my poor skin condition. Luckily for me, one of
the vet techs is a Keeshond lover and owner. Her name is Toby Kegley
(my guardian angel) and since I appeared to be at least part Keeshond,
she immediately contacted someone from the Keeshond Rescue Railroad.
After several phone calls, it was determined that the nearest member of
the group lived right in the neighborhood. This rescue worker came to
evaluate me the same day. I was a pathetic mess, but I tried my best
to kiss her face and scamper around a bit. She fell in love with me
at first sight. She and Toby discussed my condition and what treatment
I needed. As it turns out, I was at the clinic for about 10 day being
poked, prodded, X-rayed, bathed, etc. The rescue worker told Toby that
as soon as I was fit to leave the clinic, she would find a good home
for me. I now call that rescue worker MOM!!! She kept her promise - I
do have a good home. :) Toby still calls and checks on me, and she and
Mom have become good friends.
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