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Randy and I had only been together for a few months in my hometown of Charlotte, NC, living in an apartment that did not allow pets. Breaking the rules though, we got a dog - Muffin. Not a very original name, but we had "inherited" the dog from an older lady. They had found Muffin abandoned in a well as a puppy and had had this cock-a-poo
for several years. Unfortunately, Muffin was quite the bitch and
did not get along with this lady's new grandchildren. |
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apartment, I had been pet-less for several years and was easily
conned into becoming Muffin's new owner. Randy frequently hinted
that we should get another dog - an idea which I vetoed since my
name was on the lease. But of course, that didn't stop him -
that's how we got Apple! LOL) |
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| Muffin, already 5 when she came into our lives, continued to get older - and bitchier. At times she could be the snarliest dog you ever saw; but for me, she was always a sweet loving dog. She was definitely "my" dog, so Randy got a cat named Tasha, after I issued another house rule - no cats unless it's a Siamese. |
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| My most vivid memory of Muffin was when I thought she wasn't my dog. Having just left my house 15 minutes earlier, I was surprised by news from my friend's neighbors - that my house was on fire! It was a drizzly night and as I screeched into my driveway, I nearly ran over the animal crates that the firemen had rescued from my burning home.
Frantically, I peered through the wire, trying to determine if all our pets were safe. At first, I thought the wet grey dog shivering inside was someone else's pet until I realized that is was actually Muffin, the normally white cock-a-poo. No one died in the fire thankfully, although Muffin was scorched while Elektra's crate suffered only smoke damage. Unfortunately, the fire and old age did take a toll on Muffy. When she became blind and nearly deaf, we had to make that fateful trip to the vet. |
