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| Name: |
Mamzel
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Age: |
Seven years old
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| Gender: |
Female |
Breed: |
Bichon Frisé |
| Home: |
Saint-Pascal-Baylon, Ontario, Canada |
In
the spring of 2004 I decided to buy a dog for my dad. I was looking for
a smaller dog, between one and two years old, house-trained and with a calm
personality. I found a breeder in a small town close to mine who was
closing her kennel and selling adult Bichon Frisés. I read about the breed
and thought it would be a good match for my dad, so I contacted her and
went for a visit. All the dogs were raised together in her house, so they
were very well behaved and friendly. I told her what I was looking for and
she introduced me to a two year old female named Mamzel. She didn't use her
for breeding because she had some little defects (like a cross-bite which
gives her a constant smile!) so she had kept her in her home. I picked her
up and it was instant love! I knew she was the perfect dog for my dad. She
was beautiful, lively yet calm, and very affectionate. So I left with her
in my arms and headed for my parents' home.
When I got there, my dad thought I had bought myself a dog. You should
have seen the look on his face when I told him "No dad; this is your
birthday present!" He froze in place and didn't believe me - it was
priceless to see the look on his face! They connected right away (that's
them in the picture) and Mamzel was quick to make herself at home.
Unfortunately a few weeks later my dad suffered a heart attack and was
hospitalized. He missed Mamzel very much during that time, and she missed
him too. I made sure that she was well taken care of while he was away.
When he got better and came home, he had to stop working. I believe that
everything happens for a reason, and there is no doubt in my mind that
Mamzel came in his life when she did so that she could take care of him
and keep him company all day!
I am an only child, so I left a big empty space in my parents' home eleven
years ago. However, Mamzel has since become the little princess of the
house and keeps them constant company. She sleeps in bed with them and is
always by their side (or should I say laying on their laps). She has her
own chair next to my dad at the kitchen table, waiting for her share of
his meal. When he is done eating, she will lick his shirt to make sure
that no crumbs are left uneaten. My parents now use my nicknames for her
and treat her like their child - they even refer to themselves as grandpa
and grandma when they talk to her! She is always very well groomed, has
her own attire for holidays, and is showered with love and affection. I
have had the chance to babysit her on a few occasions and I can confirm
that she is spoiled. But I have to admit that she absolutely deserves
every bit of it!
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