I was not at the cold place for long. Maybe a day I think. I slept and tried to forget about the baby. Late in the afternoon, I heard a happy voice ask about me the Saint Bernard. Next, two people walked down a short corridor and took me out of the cage while the other dogs barked. I did not bark back, but obediently followed the two people into the lobby. As I stood beside a tall counter I heard a little of their conversation.
"We rescue Saints," the happy voiced lady said.
"Good, she is a beautiful dog, she doesn't belong here. This is the second time we've seen her." The official sounding man said.
"Twice? At this age?"
"Yes, the first time a man said he found her in the mountains, we thought she was about 10 months at the time. Then, a young family from San Francisco adopted her right away, but brought her back because they thought she was going to hurt their baby." He rolled his eyes. "We think she about 13 or 14 months...that's the vet's best guess."
"Oh poor thing, she's probably confused. Too much uncertainty in a short life. We'll find her a home. I've got 40-acres with 15 Saints. We care for them until they find their forever homes," said the happy voice.
With that pronouncement I was whisked away in a well worn leach and collar. The van the lady drove was comfy. It smelled of dogs like me. After sniffing around the van, I settled where I could watch the lady. She was my new family.
She kept calling my new home the ranch. Once I saw it I understood. It was a huge property in the dessert. There was a house, a barn and lots of kennels loaded with St. Bernards. There were a few in each. She walked me to a pen with about three other female Saints. They barked as I entered the pen, I was still the littlest. I felt big everywhere else, but when I was with other Saints I felt small. I tried to use my big voice to show them I belonged. I don't know if I was heard.
The ranch was better than the cold place, but not as nice as San Francisco. Though I did have my own bed,
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I often had to fight for it. It was not fluffy, but it was mine. The best thing about the ranch was the food. It was the first home where my appetite was satiated. I was taken out of the pen and got to eat alone. Every mealtime felt special. The lady knew how to feed a Saint.
I was no longer at the cold place.
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