Please Read Duke's Ad on CL

Ok, I wrote it but it is all about him. He really needs a good home.

So here I sit. Don't get me wrong I love my foster home but I miss my momma. Some may call me a sissy but I do. See she fell and hurt herself. She was taken away and I haven't seen her since. Her kids came into town to "see to her recovery" and they all sat at the table and cried. They knew that my Momma couldn't take care of me anymore and it broke their heart. They both wanted to fly me out to where they lived but couldn't manage it. After many tears both their and mine they had decided to find help in getting me a perfect new home. I had to put on my brave face. I knew my Momma would want me to be brave for her. I went to the doctor and got all my shots. He moved my legs and pulled my ears. After awhile he gave me a thumbs up. I had all my shots my rabies and I am good to go for many more years. The Daughter's were crying on the phone telling someone what a good dog I am. how I love everyone, kids of all ages and even all size dogs. How I love to cuddle by your feet and I will rest my head on your lap to be pet. They even said how I am afraid of steps! How embarrassing. The next day they were crying again and I knew. The nice lady pulled up in her van and got out. She talked to the Daughter's and they both cried. They grabbed me around my neck and said goodbye. While we drove off even the new lady had tears in her eyes. She told me not to worry but I looked out the back window watching my house as if faded away. I won't see it again. I never even got to say goodbye to Momma. When we got to the new place she took me outside and trimmed the knots out of my hair (Momma's hands had gotten bad and couldn't hold the brush well anymore) She have be a big hug around my neck and said "here we go" I walked in and saw her kids. They called me Beethoven I tried to wag my tail but it just wasn't in me. i wasn't feeling happy. I paced and paced around the house. The little girl (she was only up to my shoulder) she gave me a hug and stroked my side. I finally calmed down and laid by the front door. The puppy came and laid his head on my tail. He tried to tell me that the new lady was good and everything would be ok now. I just sighed and quietly wept inside. 
That was a week ago now. I am getting happier. I go on walks with the other dogs and the kids and that is ok. I am eating and am not so sad now. I know Momma would want me to be happy. She would only do what is best for me. So here I am awaiting me new home. I am a great guy. I can't make puppies (thank goodness a guy my age having kids! No Way!) I have just gone to the doctor and gotten stuck so I won't get sick. Oh and Man can I WOOF to let you know I gotta go out. I like to think of myself as the Barry Manalow of the St. Bernards. =) So please if you think you can love and Ol' St like me please email and get more information. Thank you so much, 
Duke