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My name is BUBELI |
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The first 4-legged Member of our Family
was BUBELI. When my parents got married, my father brought BUBELI
with him into our home. Five years later I arrived. Bubeli jumped into
my little crib with wheels and my mother nearly fainted. Bubeli however
was not to be detered - he was part of everything, shared in everything,
so why not have a part of me too? When I was able to sit up and often
played on the floor he was constantly at my side. There was nothing I
could not do with Bubeli. He wore a red harness - perhaps it was this
colour that made me reach for it. I gripped it tight with both hands and
clever little Bubeli ever so slowly got onto his feet and so pulled me
up and suddenly I was standing. He tried this - on his own initiative -
again and again and this way I learned to stand on my own two feet. But
it continued - when I could stand up, but still hanging on to his
harness, Bubeli took very carefully a small step and then another one
and I was obliged to follow, only interupted by my occasional drop to
the floor - but I learned to walk solely through the clever assistance
of this dog. When I graduated to my own children's bed he slept next to
it on the floor. He never lost sight of me. When I was 2 years old, he
was run over by a car right before our eyes although at that time there
were very few cars. At that time it was the fashion to have the much
loved pet stuffed or at least the skin with stuffed head and glass-eyes,
the whole nicely finished with a trimmed felt edge as a cherished memory
of the dear departed friend. |
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