Sienna's Story: A dog finds a good home!

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My busy summer is ending, but I’ll always cherish the fond memories I have of visiting beautiful libraries, performing fun shows, and of belly rubs by sweet children.  I visited some fun places this last week:  Standley Lake and Arvada Libraries in Denver and the Golden Library in Golden, CO.  The libraries offered a cool respite to the warm weather.  I enjoyed taking multiple walks by the river in Golden!  Families were inner-tubing in the river and I wanted to join; it looked like a lot of fun! 
This week, I’d like to share my story of how I came to be a part of my upright’s (Denise Gard’s) life.  I was born on March 2nd (Dr. Seuss’ birthday) to a backyard breeder.  I was supposed to be a show dog.  But one of my front teeth refused to develop.  I guess I needed dental work, maybe even doggie braces, but the backyard breeder decided she didn’t want me anymore.  She had so many of us young dogs trapped in her tiny house that I felt claustrophobic.  This backyard breeder also decided not to feed me since she couldn’t sell me for $600.
This backyard breeder kept us in cages all the time.  But at least in my crate, the other dogs didn’t bite me or growl at me.  I didn’t even have a mat or blanket in my crate.  I spent hour after hour in this lonely dungeon without food, water, blankets, toys, or even a bathroom break. 
When my upright, Denise, decided she wanted a dog, she drove to this dog breeder’s house.  My upright, Denise, was appalled at the conditions in which my brothers and sisters lived.  She adopted me first and then turned the woman in to the Humane Society.  The backyard breeder is no longer in business (as far as we know). 
I’ll always remember the first time I met my upright.  She took me on a walk around the block.  She wanted to see if we would connect.  As we rounded the block and headed back to the backyard breeder’s house I hung back.  I nosed Denise’s leg and tried to plead with her to not make me go back.  She says, “That’s when I knew Sienna was the dog for me.”  Only my name wasn’t Sienna.  The backyard breeder had named me Eni.  It was a horrible name.  I much prefer Sienna!  And even though I was over a year old, I quickly adapted to my new name.  After my upright rescued me, I quickly gained weight and strength.  I’m happy to say that I can now outrun her! And I never, ever have to be crated unless I want to be...
Next week, I’ll tell you some funny stories from when I first moved into my upright’s home!  Even though summer is ending, my blog will continue.  Thank you so much for reading! 

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By the river in Golden! What a beautiful walking path!