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We got a yellow lab, Sandy, in 1992 when I was 17, and my sisters were 15, 6 and 4. My Mom and Dad went to a shelter looking for a dog, and found her, 9 monthes old, calm, and patient, sitting there, waiting. She had been abused, then abandoned. She licked my mother's hand gently and wagged her tail. But we couldn't afford the fees. The next day while my mother was at work, Dad went back to the shelter with the last of the money we had and adopted Sandy for her. We almost didn't get her because she was scheduled to be euthonized the next day. When she got home, it was like she had always been there, and was so excited to see everyone when they came home, like she'd been waiting for us her whole life. She'd get so excited she'd pee, and be so sorry she did it we couldn't be too upset. We moved so much over the years cardboard boxes would make her so nervous Sandy would chew the hair off her butt. We put reighndeer ears on her at Christmas, and she snored when she slept. Mom wou...