Duke... A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS - WHICH ARE TURNING OUT TO BE FORTUNATE AFTER ALL!
By Duke-ity Snicket
 

Duke ruled in his kingdom for 10 glorious years—until a sudden change in his fortunes last month. His parents and siblings were moving out of state to a distant, terribly backward territory that apparently does not allow handsome red Goldens to take up residence (? ARE there such places? hard to believe). Hence, it was Duke’s destiny to remain in Texas and conquer new realms!

He was driven to a rendezvous point where suitable transportation awaited to carry him to his new kingdom. His chauffeurs were friendly enough—but he found true comfort in the scent of a previous traveler who had left curious hair fibers embedded in the car’s carpet. His arrival was greeted with great fanfare by two duchesses, one of whom was a petite blonde bombshell named Scout (rumor has it that she had to leave HER previous kingdom because she killed a mockingbird or something like that). Shell-shocked but captivated, and recognizing the source of that elusive perfume in the car, Duke immediately started a passionate courtship. Strangely enough, Lady Scout appeared aloof to his facial kisses and other advances! The next day he was whisked off to a reputable hospital for his “operation” and his AMORE was NO-MORA, but life was good!

Shortly after this “quick snip,” however, he noticed a large water-balloon-type swelling near his back end. Duke knew he was supposed to be “deflated,” not “enhanced,” so it was back to the doctor for cold packs, hot packs, and anti-inflamatories until “things” started to subside. During this time, Duke’s mobility was somewhat impaired— but he took it all in stride, if you will. Shortly thereafter, while romping with his new-found friends, he fell down the steps (alcohol not involved) and the swelling, which had steadily been decreasing from the alternating warm pack/cold pack applications from his loyal & attentive subjects, seemed to shift to his right front paw, causing a severe limp. “Just a strain!” said the vet reassuringly. Duke nodded graciously and gave her a kindly look, though his right eye is somewhat crossed—that’s one’s a memoir of an eye infection long, long ago.
 

“It’s one thing after another!” he thought—but because he is a Golden and accustomed to looking on the bright side, he has to tell you that life with his foster sister Scout and foster brother Bucky is satisfying, and despite his noble auburn color, he has never once felt like a redheaded stepchild in this household!
 

DUKE’S FOSTER PARENTS SAY:

Ten-year-old Duke is a wonderful dog. He had to feel confused by his move to our home after living with just one family his whole life, but he settled right in and has taken all his health issues with incredible patience and good grace. He’s an easy-going, happy-go-lucky, low-key guy looking for a forever home where he’ll be treated like the royalty he is! He gets along well with children and other pets and is not rowdy or demanding, nor is he afraid of thunderstorms. He’s a healthy boy once more and would love to spend his days with a family who thinks he really is a Duke! And that would turn his story into A Series of Very Fortunate Events!

 

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