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Mr. & Mrs. Bob Spurlin
2101 Glenwood Drive
Hartselle, AL 35640
(256) 773-0295 |
I am a Bostonian Terror, and Lucy is my name. My master, Bethany Spurlin, gave me to her mom as a special gift in 1993. Bethany and her mom were special to me and although I was a gift, my true master was Bethany. My master brought me to her new home and I was given great freedom to run outside, chase cars, find wild game such as rabbits and squirrels, oh yes, I could bark to my hearts content. When nightfall came my master would leave the garage door slightly opened, just enough for me to squeeze underneath and find a nice warm blanket to have a good night’s rest.
Although my master gave me as a gift to her mother I was always Bethany’s pet through and through. Bethany’s mom was very sweet to me, however, bathing and grooming to make me pretty and attractive was not my favorite thing to do. Bethany’s mom enjoyed walking me when she would come home from work. She would let me bark and would often run with me as a rabbit jumped out of the bushes. Yes, we had good fun and when Bethany was visiting her friends Miss Beverly would have many adventures with me. When my master, Bethany, came home I was so excited to see her and she would pet me and caress me as no one else could.
My master’s father was a nice enough fellow, but men always caused me to be skittish, wary and uncertain as to what they would expect of me. In short, it was difficult for me to warm-up to my master’s father and I would only respond when mealtime came and he would give me a morsel or scrap of food. Other than mealtime, keeping a safe distance from the man of the house was my approach. When Mr. Bob was around the house I would retreat if he came near. And following his illness, going near him was still difficult, and was very uncommon to respond if he should call.
Things were very dark on the day of August 16, 1995, because my master seemed to disappear and never returned home. One could not help but notice the weeping and sobbing during that day and many days after. It has been so different without my master and to miss all the good times we had together. Miss Beverly would no longer let me out of the house on my own, because of her concern for my safety, such as being hit by a car or a big dog trying to have me for his daily meal. My new master would say to me "Lucy, you are my link to Bethany, because you were a gift to me from my baby. I will always take care of you and cherish you as long as you live." It was very difficult for me to become adjusted to the new rules employed, but I did have a nice cool house to stay in during the summer and a warm place to stay during the winter. Mr. Bob and Miss Beverly finally had a privacy fence built around the backyard, making it safe enough for me to run and play to my hearts content. Occasionally I was able to get away through the front door or if the garage door was being raised. Miss Beverly loves me and takes good care of me although it would be great to have the freedom to go as I pleased. Mr. Bob is confined to bed while I stay on Miss Beverly’s bed during the day until I see her car coming home in the afternoon. My keen sense of hearing tells me exactly when Miss Beverly gets home due to the garage door opening up. I will jump around and bark and normally she will let me outside to the fenced yard for a few minutes to take care of business and then return. There is not a day that passes that I do not think of my former master, Bethany, who was so kind and gave me treats to eat because of her love for me. Miss Beverly adores me and Mr. Bob is okay, but no one will ever replace my original master.
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