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Wouldn’t ya know it? I finally meet the girl of my dreams, she has a twin, and I’ve fallen head-over-heels in love with BOTH. I’m reminded of those haunting lyrics, “Torn between two lovers; feeling like a foool…”
But if loving them is wr-o-oong, I don’t wanna be right. We’ve spent parts of nearly every day together the last two weeks. They were both painfully standoffish to my advances at first, but just recently show signs of reciprocating. We did some heavy petting early on, but to be honest, I had to more or less force it on them. Today though, came the first kiss. It was wonderful, but I don’t want to rush things.
Oh, I’ve seen prettier gals in my day, but these sisters have something special coming from the inside. Thus, they’re much more beautiful than Jessica and Ashley Simpson and put Paris and Nikki Hilton to anorexic shame. When I gaze deeply into their eyes (both have one brown and one blue), I get lost and never want to return.
It’s painfully obvious they’ve been badly hurt in previous relationships, and Annabell still seems too traumatized to show the affection she longs to. Issabell also holds back, but seems more willing and almost yearning to trust again. It’s a slow process, but hey, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve waited 50 years for this.
I don’t even know much about them, really - where they came from or even how old they are, but the white teeth say fairly young. I only know they’re of mixed ethnicity and were abandoned at the shelter in the dead of night. And that may be-e-e, all I need… to kno-o-ow.
You may have seen Anna & Issy’s photos in the newspaper, but what the captions below didn’t tell - and what we’d love to know - is who abused these sweet dogs to make them try desperately to shrink invisibly in the furthest corner of their outdoor kennel any time someone enters.
Too terrified to offer any resistance to human touch, they instead cower pitifully, trying to protect one another while cringing in unison Most often, it’s Issabell who positions atop Anna, as if trying to shield her from what normally follows human approach. Anna’s sad, diverting eyes are often all that’s visible beneath her sister as they await the kindness that seems foreign to them.
In physical stature, they’re mid-sized gals - Anna is blonde and white and Issy black and white speckled. Today I noticed the most dramatic improvement yet in their fragile spirits. There was less double-decker posture, and when my attention and petting hand was focused on one, several times the other licked my free hand.
And then came the kiss. With no warning, Issabell licked my face - although only briefly before retreating suddenly as if remembering something painful. My heart skipped a beat. But alas, I know it can never be. Sure I’d love to make them mine, but I have 11 kids at home and pet polygamy is not my game.
Trinity and Trina already suspect something. When I disappear into the shelter and return an hour later, they know it’s not catnip they’re sniffing. I say, “Oh, um…one of the shelter workers must have brushed against me and that’s where the hairs must have come from.” But there ain’t no way to hide those lyin’ eyes.
As deeply as I love these girls, someone else - an elderly or childless couple maybe - can give them what I can’t: complete and undivided focus. One thing’s for certain: these sisters must never be separated. Whatever horrid treatment they were dealt from whatever sub-human former owner, they endured together. Together they must remain.
All I ask is scheduled visitation. They’ll need to see me once in a while, but they’ll belong to you. BUT, If you ever break their heart…if the teardrops ever start - I’ll be the-e-ere, before the next…teardrop falls.
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