I let him out this morning to do his usual things. It was a rainy morning, more like spring than winter, but out he went to bravely face the elements. He trotted around the back yard, head up, abbreviated tail up, plume at the end of it held high. He was checking his small kingdom to be sure everything was as it should be.
With Corgi legs and partial Corgi tail, with Spaniel ears and freckled nose, but with a personality all his own, Nemo’s parentage is a mystery. But, that’s fine. When people ask what breed he is, I say that he’s a Sporgi.
I’m glad that, at least one little throw-away animal, discarded and unloved, has found a good home. I’ve had Nemo since was a fifteen pound puppy. He was neglected, dirty, flea and tick-ridden when he wandered into my brother’s shop. Even then his perky spirit shone through. But, that is ten years in the past.
There’s an old saying, one man’s junk is another man’s treasure, and, sad to say, it sometimes fits one of God’s living, unique, innocent creations. If you’re looking for a loyal companion, a trustworthy friend, and a warm addition to your family, I hope you consider a homeless dog or cat. You’ll be benefiting a needy creature and enriching your own life.
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