Merry Christmas everyone. I’m enjoying life here in the Pocono mountains of Northeast PA. My development is so quiet with lots of trees it reminds me of home. There are plenty of roads for my daily walks and I see so many animals. There is not one person who meets me that doesn’t love me but then what’s not to love. I am a true southern gentleman. Not a day goes by that my Mom & Dad don’t tell someone where I came from and that I’m here because of some very wonderful people.
My day begins early. I go out quick then come back in and play with my toys. After a light breakfast we are out for our long walk. The weather is changing here and on Thanksgiving we had our first snow and I loved it. I also had the chance to wear my new fleece lined waterproof coat. My Mom and Dad bought me a nice bed but I prefer the couch downstairs or to jump into bed with them. It took awhile to warm up to my new sister Candy in the beginning but we are now good friends. I give my Mom a hard time when she tries to take pictures of me. I pose for her and then as soon as she snaps it I move and ruin the picture. Luckily the picture posted here was taken by my Uncle Joe.
I went for my checkup two days after arriving here and was heartworm free and in great health. We found out I was shot with a BB gun. I have been through so much in my short life. I still run when I hear the fly swatter, and bark and lunge after trucks and vans because I was probably dumped from one of them, but am so much better and happy now and realize I don’t have to worry anymore because of you. I want people to know the dogs you save are healthy and highly adoptable and deserve a second chance. Most shelter dogs are there through no fault of their own. Puppies are the best, but if people would take a chance on a grown dog they won’t be sorry. The most beautiful dogs are rescued by Crossing Paths/Save A Pet.
I have to go it’s almost dinnertime. I know Angels walk the earth. The people who pull us from the shelter, all the workers and foster Moms, the people who make it possible for us to come up north, and the drivers of the big white Transport truck pulling into the parking lot halfway across the country carrying dogs ready to meet their new families. Families who would not have known the joy of having these beautiful dogs in their life because they would not be here. But the Angels changed all that for me and for so many others, and for this I am truly grateful and will never ever forget you. God Bless you all.
Your Friend Always,
Lester
