MEADOW 

Good with other dogs.

Current on vaccations.

When I was a boy growing up in Maine, our fields lay to the north between the house and the woods.  They were blueberry barrens.  Each spring we would burn the fields over, thereby clearing away the past year’s growth of grasses, weeds, and bushes.  What remained were the hardy wild blueberry plants that then sprang up with a vengeance, by midsummer bearing a beautiful crop of blueberries, each one of which we picked by hand into wooden quart baskets and sold wholesale to my farmer uncle for retail sale on his farm stand. 


To the east lay the neighbor farm’s meadow - acres of pasture that sloped away from the height along the fence line with our property to a cattle runway, fence line, and hedge row at the bottom of the meadow.  It was a wonderful place for sledding and tobogganing in the winter, and it grew a bountiful crop of hay in the summer, which we mowed with a‘40's John Deere H, raked with an old iron hay rake towed behind a ‘47 Studebaker pick up, and then pitched into stacks which were then pitched into an over-sized rack on the back of the Studebaker, hauled into the barn, and lifted into the mow with a hay fork on track and pulleys.  It was hot, sweaty, dusty work but I loved it.  And we always went down to the Dairy Joy for an ice cream when we were done.

  
                                                                                                                            
Our girl Meadow was found as a stray, and she clearly has suffered some indignities in the past.  Not that you could tell it from her disposition, which I’ll talk about more in a minute, but from the fact that she is very skinny and has marks on her neck from a too-tight collar. 

Despite what she may have been through in her former existence, she is about as sweet and lovely a girl as you could want to know.  She’s bright, inquisitive, and playful, mixed with humbleness and dignity in such a way that it is inspiring to see.  She’s quiet and gentle, she absolutely loves to be petted, and she will sit or stand next to a person endlessly while they make of her.  No doubt the absence of such attention in the past has increased even the usual Dober desire for affection.  She also comes when called, knows how to use a doggy door, and loves to chase a thrown ball.

Sometimes neglect tends to make a dog skittish, but other times the fires of adversity seem only to make a better animal in the aftermath, much like the results of burning the blueberry barrens.  Our girl Meadow is just such a one.  She has been through trials and has come out with her Dober qualities intact and perhaps enhanced.  Now she awaits a loving home where she can receive the type of love and attention that she so thoroughly deserves.

So make an appointment to come see her.  Spend some time making of her and playing with her.  Note her beauty, poise, dignity, playfulness, and gentle manner.  Perhaps take her home and make her part of your family.  It’s a lot less work than haying and the rewards are far better than an ice cream.

Meadow at intake - January '12:

Meadow March '12 (2 months later)

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