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by Clif Bolton
While I was visiting a friend in Tennessee on a long weekend trip I was introduced to a litter of pups that had been born under her front porch. Throughout the weekend one of the little guys kept leaning on me and following me about. My friend said "He has chosen you", I said "I don't want a dog". She said "I understand, but if you change your mind you can take him home with you".
Monday morning came, my friend went to work and I prepared to leave for my trip home. When I opened the door to take my first load of stuff to the motor home there sat Bud (that's what I had come to call him) all by himself in the yard looking at me, there wasn't another dog in sight. I mumbled to myself "I don't want a dog" as I unlocked the motor home and placed the load inside.
When I brought the next load out he was sitting in front of the motor home door looking as if to say "I'm ready to go". I remembered her saying "He has chosen you" and "If he's not here when I get home I'll know you took him with you". I picked him up and placed him inside thinking he would jump back out and run under the porch, wrong.
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