BRANDI'S STORY

Brandi never really became my dog, but being a
foster Mom to her most certainly gives her an
important place as one of the dogs in my life.

Brandi became part of my life in the early
summer of 1992.  With her came my first real
experience with true animal abuse.

Our daughter, Shelly, worked part time at a
Kmart store in Westland, Michigan.  One
evening after she parked her car in the Kmart
parking lot and started walking toward the
building, she noticed a brown paper bag in the
middle of the parking lot.  As she walked
passed the bag, she thought she heard a noise
coming from it.  She went back to check it and
as she moved it, she could hear the faint cry of
a puppy.  She opened the bag and inside was a
puppy that was barely alive, probably no more
than 3 or 4 weeks old.  It had cuts and scraps
on it as well as a piece of wire wrapped around
its neck.  The wire had already started growing
into the skin.

Shelly immediately took the puppy to the
24-hour vet emergency clinic and called me
from there.  She left the pup there and
returned to work.  By the time I arrived at the
clinic, they had started cleaning the wounds and
removing the imbedded wire from Brandi's
neck.  She was very undernourished and weak
but otherwise her condition wasn't life
threatening.  The doctor told me she would
prefer that I take the puppy home because
there were a couple of very sick dogs there and
she didn't want Brandi exposed to anything.  So
Brandi was given her name and I took her home
along with medication and puppy formula.

Within a week Brandi had almost reached her
normal weight and was healing up nicely.  
Sabrina jumped in and played mother to her, so
that made my job a little easier.  When Brandi
went back for her first checkup, the vet was
amazed at her progress.  They determined at
that time that she was probably some type of
Boxer mix.

Brandi stayed with us for about 2 months.  
During that time she became potty-trained and
was developing into a beautiful, but very active
puppy.  A lady I worked with at the Allstate
Insurance Regional Office was very much
interested in providing a home for her.  She
had just lost her dog and needed to fill a void
in her life.  By then I didn't want to give
Brandi up, but I knew she would be the perfect
companion for my friend.

A year after moving to Florida was the last
time I communicated with Brandi's new Mom.
She told me that Brandi had grown into a
beautiful, well-behaved, but very large dog.  
She was almost 75 pounds.  Maybe she was a
Boxer mixed with Great Dane.  At any rate, I
felt satisfied that I had made the right
decision in giving her up to a loving home.  I
really wish now that we would have stayed in
touch.

It is possible that Brandi hasn't started her
journey to Rainbow Bridge yet.  She may still
be enjoying her senior years with my friend
from Allstate Insurance.
BRANDI ALWAYS HAD A TOY
WITH HER  
OLD SOCKS AND CHEW BONES
ARE FUN  
MAGGIE'S TAIL IS FUN TO PLAY WITH
TOO.  BRANDI LOVED TO PULL TAILS.
WOW, THAT WAS A REALLY
HARD DAY!
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