Her name is Alie Bama. My sweetheart, my friend. Though, Alie wasn't my dog she was adopted by my neighbors a little over 2 years ago. A mid-size Golden Retriever that stole my heart as soon as she arrived to her new home. She has stolen my love and kept it for good...
A rocky beginning; my neighbor who is a kind woman who lives around the bend of the neighborhood voiced concern that Alie spent much to much time with my dogs (her new friends) on a daily basic, and she asked if she should consider sending Alie off somewhere else. I at that time, expressed my feeling though, I love the dog, but would not intefere with her bonding to the new family -- for I respect my neighbor and do love her as a friend. I often walked Alie home when nights fall. Other time, I would phone my neighbor to call Alie while I coach Alie to "Go home Alie, that's a good girl" and Alie was trained to do so...
Lately, due to circumstances, my neighbor traveled more often, as a result Alie has became more attatched to our family....to the point she would hang out by our door at nights, which I wasn't aware until some morning I would find her there at the front steps.
Whatever opportunity I had, I often gently bring Alie home in many an evening...
Then one day, I noticed I haven't seen Alie for one day, then two, then 3. That isn't like Alie for she recognizes my car when I passed by her house driven home, she would then took off and practically lead me to my house. That has been a week now. How I missed that Golden Retriever!
Last night I made the dreaded call to my neighbor sensing that something was really wrong. Neighbor assured me that Alie has a new home. She has found Alie a home, she was taken to the new home and did never look back.
I cried my tears, last night I went to bed just to dream of Alie has found her way back home to me.
