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born 1/9/1999
Nick is my first foster dog. ;-) I saw him at a local shelter when a friend wanted to adopt a dog, and I went along with
her to the shelter. I saw this skinny, brown and white puppy with a spotted belly wagging his tail. I put my fingers through the
wire to skritch under his chin, and in the blink of an eye, the puppy threw himself on the ground belly up, wanting me to rub his
belly. He had no idea that I couldn’t reach that far. I left the shelter without him, because I had no intention of adopting a dog.
Three days later, while on a business trip out of town, I could not get that sweet face out of my head. I called the shelter and
arranged to adopt him on his very last day. He was due to be euthanized. I picked him up at the vet clinic when I got back into
town. The techs at the clinic suggested his name “Nick” because he was saved from euthanasia “In the Nick of Time.” So, Nick came
to live with me on a temporary basis while I searched for a Forever Home.
Nick wormed his way into my heart early on, and as he grew from a 22 pound skinny pup to an 80 pound tank of a dog, it became
apparent that he was going to stay in the family. At first, no one even showed remote interest in this sweet but highly active boy.
Then, after extensive obedience training and socialization, every person we met said he was just so wonderful, they wished they could
have a dog like him. Nick became the spokes-dog for obedience training among our circle of friends, and because of him, I began my
interest in teaching obedience classes. Nick turned 8 years old in January 2007, and he is still the clown of the family, and I can
not imagine life without him.
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