These are two of my favorite pictures of my Mom. Isn't she beautiful!
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Seeing her with this dog reminds me of a time, many years after these pictures were taken, when she brought home a poodle that needed some loving care. She must have rescued the pup from the side of the road where someone had abandoned him. This wasn't a cute little fluffy poodle puppy; it was a mangy, dirty, and sickly animal, the kind you were almost afraid to touch for fear of catching a dreadful disease.
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| "Poo" looked sad, like this. |
For reasons that I needn't mention, he quickly was named,
"Poo", a fitting title.
The poor little thing had apparently suffered abuse and cowered around most people, but knew that Mom could be trusted, and followed her around the house like a faithful shadow.
I don't remember exactly what happened,
but I know that Mom bathed, fed, loved, and patiently tried to train "Poo", for as long as she could
get away with it. I'm sure she must have nursed him to health and found him a home.
She had a big smile and a big heart.
