From: scott@borg.wyle.ingr.com (G. Scott Downey)
Subject: Welcome home, Job
Reply-To: scott@borg.wyle.ingr.com
Organization: Intergraph Corp., Huntsville, Alabama
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1992 15:48:55 GMT


     Moses was listless.  When he first lost his brother,
he saw nothing but good in the riddence.  More petting for
him, eat from any food dish you like and no more argueing
over the dog house.  Life, he thought, was good.  Then it
happened.  Dad had to go away for a week on business.  The
days became twice the length of his patience.  His toys 
held no intrest if there was no one to fight for them.  The
neighbor lady would come over and play for about fifteen
minutes each night -- he looked forward to that -- but that
left twenty three hours and forty five minutes for him to
fill by himself.  One of the neighbors kept their dogs inside
most of the time and the other neighbors collie was too old
to be interested in "paws through the fence" games all day.
Dad came home, but that only helped some.  Still he knew 
that there would be more business trips, more endless days 
and less and less to do each time one passed.  What he
didn't know was that Dad had a plan.

     The day after Dad came home, there was little different
than usual.  He got his morning romp in the back yard out and
returned to the patio to wait for the sun to come up at full
strength and warm his rapidly growing body.  Then the screen
door popped open.  There was a strange smell coming from the
garage.....it was an....INTRUDER!!  

>>INTRUDER ALERT!  MAN THE BATTLE STATIONS!  SOMETHING'S WRONG!!<<

Moses was all over the place.  Jumping, barking and growling.
Then he saw a nose pressed against the glass.  He could
faintly see a tail wagging in the distance.  He paused long
enough to determine that there was a...

>>DOG IN THE GARAGE!!  DADDY! COME QUICK!  DOG IN THE GARA...<<

Oh, there's Daddy beside him.  As the door slowly cracked 
open, a friendly white nose was extended in an offer of 
friendship.  Everything was okay!  

Cancel the intruder alert!  Daddy didn't send my brother away!  
HE SENT HIM OUT TO BE BELACHED!!!  WELCOME HOME, BRO!!

Moses is none the wiser. :>

Job is a three year old, white lab (probably mix, though their
best information was that he's a pure bred Lab).  He came to
the Greater Huntsville Humane Society from an abusive home.
He's got the scars to prove it -- both physical and emotional.
It also seems that the abusive owners ran out of money and, 
consequently, Job was neglected.  He understands "Sit", "Down",
and "Five" (shake, to you and me:> )  He is very gentle and
wonderfully trusting considering what he's been through.  He
loves to ride in the car, hates milk bones and behaves well
on leash.  I just thought that Job was the perfect name.  In
the Bible, Job was a man of God who had great wealth, but it
was taken away and he had a tormented life -- losing his land,
his wealth, his family, friends and health, but NEVER his faith.
As a reward, God restored Job to wealth and prosperity, giving
him new lands, a new family, and seven times the wealth of his
original state.  Such is the state of my Job now.  He will never
hurt again.

			Proudly,
			G. Scott Downey
			Moses' Daddy (RottMonster)
			Job's Daddy Too (Lab)
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