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The Bantam Creek Herd
by Cat Fortier
I am not a words smith. So I'll keep it simple. Words, words about my three little free wheeling hearts. Yes, they are my heart, three little pieces. I am the luckiest human to be so adored by them. I surely do not deserve such loyalty admiration and trust, nobody does. I gladly take on the burden of such love and try everyday to be as they say, everything my dogs think I am...and need me to be. If it were not for them, who knows what kind of rotten person I would have turned out to be. I don't remember the first time I touched a dog, but I will be forever grateful for the first dog that came close enough. It's been love ever since. My first dog, "Margo" wasn't really mine, she claimed me, and raised me. My parents were, you might say absent. Margo, taught me to care, and to take care of. She showed me unconditional love, and was my constant companion through thick and thin. I'm sure people would say, I'm a nice person, friendly and helpful. I get along fine, albeit maybe a bit odd, for I am a dog LOVER, and I could not be happier for that label. After all dogs, are the only beings that kept me walking a straight line, the only things I ever cared to be more for, or better for. I could say they keep me humble...but that wouldn't be quite accurate. Because of them, I never needed to be brought down a rung, I never got too full of myself to have to be "kept humble". :)