Toni Noel

Trying to figure out a good costume for Satchmo. Anyone have any good ideas?

I found my Sammers Anthony in 1999 curled up in to ball along side of the road. I thought he was a little puppy. I got out of my truck and then he stood up and there he was a huge doberman.I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was through all the dirt and ticks. My husband was worried that he was going to bite me. But I could tell by the way his little nub of a tail wagging and the beautiful smile on his face. I had found my new best friend. But my daughter fell in love with him. We took him home and got a good look at him. I then realized how much he had been hurt. I told him that he had found the wrong family. We had no money to speak of for food, much less another dog. The top of his head had been caved in, he had some injury to the inside of his mouth and 4 broken rib from what I see. I spent two hours sewing up his head. None of the vets I called returned my calls except one who said he wouldn’t help because we had no money. He told me to take him to the pound. I knew that they would kill him. I did what I could and I was successful. In 2011 my Sammers Anthony passed away from congestive heart failure at age of 16. I miss him so very much.