The Last Furlong

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Oh poor little dog

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Bobby, the Furlong dog, was a rescue dog. He’d been handed in by a mother of many children, who was in the middle of a mental breakdown.

We had to adopt Bobby. My, what a performance! We were character checked, investigated, visited and eventually judged suitable to adopt a dog. We signed legal papers. He is our very own legally adopted dog. He has been the delight of our life.

He had some issues in the beginning, like seperation anxiety. He’d been left alone at home for many many hours by his poor previous owner. I’m sure she loved him too. He’s SUCH a lovable dog. But the many children, the dog and the stress, were just too much. I wonder what happened to the children that must have loved him, played with him and named him Bobby?  I hope they are happy wherever they are.

He is.

You can see how relaxed he is with us. Here he is, surrounded by his toys. There is even a smile on his face!

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Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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