His name is Burnie: I got this email from one of "our boys" this morning and, with his permission, thought I would share it with you guys. His name is Burnie ,Mark, our foster son...

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I got this email from one of "our boys" this morning and, with his permission, thought I would share it with you guys.

His name is Burnie ,Mark, our foster son, said as he carried the scrawny three legged dog out the door to the car. We had allowed him to choose from a large selection of dogs and puppies at the shelter and this was his choice. He carried the dog out to the car with a look of pride on his face as if he had just selected the most beautiful dog in the world, instead of this ugly puppy, missing one foot, and with half of one ear torn off.

We had gotten a dog crate, blanket, dishes, good food and a leash and collar the day before, so we were all set. The dog had been treated for heartworm infestation so would require limited exercise for at least two months. He was smiling as he sat in the seat with the dog, whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

Mark had been with us for around 9 months. As a foster child he could be returned to his abusive home life with his drug addicted mother any time the court chose, and we were terrified they would demand his return . When he arrived at our house, his mother had recently burned down their house because she was stoned, and Mark had spent several weeks in the hospital recovering from burns but now he was doing well and actually going to school. He was smiling now as he sat on the car seat with his new puppy whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

We arrived home, got Burnie to pee outside and brought him into the kitchen. Mark sat with him on the floor while the dog ate, then curled up next to the crate while Burnie took a nap. I was so worried about the future. Would the dog be all right. Would Mark be forced to return to his "mother" who would probably dump the dog by the side of the road or kill it. Mark smiled and sat up and smiled at his new buddy. "He's a good dog" he said."thanks Dad for him" All of a sudden I knew everything would be all right. It was the first time he had called me "Dad"

Mark and Burnie have been with us for 5 years now and everything is great. Every day is Thanksgiving here. Just wanted you to know

By the way, I did not misspell the dogs name. He has burn scars from his first owner lighting him on fire. But as Mark says "so do I" (from the house fire)

GmanTerry

no propaganda please wrote:

I got this email from one of "our boys" this morning and, with his permission, thought I would share it with you guys.

His name is Burnie ,Mark, our foster son, said as he carried the scrawny three legged dog out the door to the car. We had allowed him to choose from a large selection of dogs and puppies at the shelter and this was his choice. He carried the dog out to the car with a look of pride on his face as if he had just selected the most beautiful dog in the world, instead of this ugly puppy, missing one foot, and with half of one ear torn off.

We had gotten a dog crate, blanket, dishes, good food and a leash and collar the day before, so we were all set. The dog had been treated for heartworm infestation so would require limited exercise for at least two months. He was smiling as he sat in the seat with the dog, whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

Mark had been with us for around 9 months. As a foster child he could be returned to his abusive home life with his drug addicted mother any time the court chose, and we were terrified they would demand his return . When he arrived at our house, his mother had recently burned down their house because she was stoned, and Mark had spent several weeks in the hospital recovering from burns but now he was doing well and actually going to school. He was smiling now as he sat on the car seat with his new puppy whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

We arrived home, got Burnie to pee outside and brought him into the kitchen. Mark sat with him on the floor while the dog ate, then curled up next to the crate while Burnie took a nap. I was so worried about the future. Would the dog be all right. Would Mark be forced to return to his "mother" who would probably dump the dog by the side of the road or kill it. Mark smiled and sat up and smiled at his new buddy. "He's a good dog" he said."thanks Dad for him" All of a sudden I knew everything would be all right. It was the first time he had called me "Dad"

Mark and Burnie have been with us for 5 years now and everything is great. Every day is Thanksgiving here. Just wanted you to know

By the way, I did not misspell the dogs name. He has burn scars from his first owner lighting him on fire. But as Mark says "so do I" (from the house fire)

I got this email from one of "our boys" ... (show quote)

Thanks. That made my day.

Semper Fi

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GmanTerry wrote:

Thanks. That made my day.

Semper Fi

You are welcome, it made my day to. Hopefully others will see it and also enjoy its story.

twobeone

Nice story

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twobeone wrote:

Nice story

Since you are a new uses allow me to introduce myself
My wife (She Who Must Be Obeyed, SWMBO) as I have worked with abused boys for around 40 years. We refer to them as "our boys" since we were unable to have children. the man who sent me the email this morning is one of "Our boys"

PoppaGringo Loc: Muslim City, Mexifornia, B.R.

GmanTerry wrote:

Thanks. That made my day.

Semper Fi

Ditto, mine too.

Lonewolf

beautiful story thanks for sharing it.

no propaganda please wrote:

I got this email from one of "our boys" this morning and, with his permission, thought I would share it with you guys.

His name is Burnie ,Mark, our foster son, said as he carried the scrawny three legged dog out the door to the car. We had allowed him to choose from a large selection of dogs and puppies at the shelter and this was his choice. He carried the dog out to the car with a look of pride on his face as if he had just selected the most beautiful dog in the world, instead of this ugly puppy, missing one foot, and with half of one ear torn off.

We had gotten a dog crate, blanket, dishes, good food and a leash and collar the day before, so we were all set. The dog had been treated for heartworm infestation so would require limited exercise for at least two months. He was smiling as he sat in the seat with the dog, whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

Mark had been with us for around 9 months. As a foster child he could be returned to his abusive home life with his drug addicted mother any time the court chose, and we were terrified they would demand his return . When he arrived at our house, his mother had recently burned down their house because she was stoned, and Mark had spent several weeks in the hospital recovering from burns but now he was doing well and actually going to school. He was smiling now as he sat on the car seat with his new puppy whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

We arrived home, got Burnie to pee outside and brought him into the kitchen. Mark sat with him on the floor while the dog ate, then curled up next to the crate while Burnie took a nap. I was so worried about the future. Would the dog be all right. Would Mark be forced to return to his "mother" who would probably dump the dog by the side of the road or kill it. Mark smiled and sat up and smiled at his new buddy. "He's a good dog" he said."thanks Dad for him" All of a sudden I knew everything would be all right. It was the first time he had called me "Dad"

Mark and Burnie have been with us for 5 years now and everything is great. Every day is Thanksgiving here. Just wanted you to know

By the way, I did not misspell the dogs name. He has burn scars from his first owner lighting him on fire. But as Mark says "so do I" (from the house fire)

I got this email from one of "our boys" ... (show quote)

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desparado wrote:

beautiful story thanks for sharing it.

Over the years we have worked with a lot of kids, many of whom still keep in touch, and we love to share their stories of healing and of becoming part of the next group of people who help kids. Glad you liked it.

Lonewolf

I'M so thankful there are still people like you in the world today keep up the good work and keep us up to date.

no propaganda please wrote:

Over the years we have worked with a lot of kids, many of whom still keep in touch, and we love to share their stories of healing and of becoming part of the next group of people who help kids. Glad you liked it.

Bun723

A story that touches the heart!! Thanks may God continue to bless you and yours🙏🏻🙏🏻🇺🇸

Big dog

no propaganda please wrote:

I got this email from one of "our boys" this morning and, with his permission, thought I would share it with you guys.

His name is Burnie ,Mark, our foster son, said as he carried the scrawny three legged dog out the door to the car. We had allowed him to choose from a large selection of dogs and puppies at the shelter and this was his choice. He carried the dog out to the car with a look of pride on his face as if he had just selected the most beautiful dog in the world, instead of this ugly puppy, missing one foot, and with half of one ear torn off.

We had gotten a dog crate, blanket, dishes, good food and a leash and collar the day before, so we were all set. The dog had been treated for heartworm infestation so would require limited exercise for at least two months. He was smiling as he sat in the seat with the dog, whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

Mark had been with us for around 9 months. As a foster child he could be returned to his abusive home life with his drug addicted mother any time the court chose, and we were terrified they would demand his return . When he arrived at our house, his mother had recently burned down their house because she was stoned, and Mark had spent several weeks in the hospital recovering from burns but now he was doing well and actually going to school. He was smiling now as he sat on the car seat with his new puppy whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

We arrived home, got Burnie to pee outside and brought him into the kitchen. Mark sat with him on the floor while the dog ate, then curled up next to the crate while Burnie took a nap. I was so worried about the future. Would the dog be all right. Would Mark be forced to return to his "mother" who would probably dump the dog by the side of the road or kill it. Mark smiled and sat up and smiled at his new buddy. "He's a good dog" he said."thanks Dad for him" All of a sudden I knew everything would be all right. It was the first time he had called me "Dad"

Mark and Burnie have been with us for 5 years now and everything is great. Every day is Thanksgiving here. Just wanted you to know

By the way, I did not misspell the dogs name. He has burn scars from his first owner lighting him on fire. But as Mark says "so do I" (from the house fire)

I got this email from one of "our boys" ... (show quote)

God Bless you.

lindajoy Loc: right here with you....

no propaganda please wrote:

I got this email from one of "our boys" this morning and, with his permission, thought I would share it with you guys.

His name is Burnie ,Mark, our foster son, said as he carried the scrawny three legged dog out the door to the car. We had allowed him to choose from a large selection of dogs and puppies at the shelter and this was his choice. He carried the dog out to the car with a look of pride on his face as if he had just selected the most beautiful dog in the world, instead of this ugly puppy, missing one foot, and with half of one ear torn off.

We had gotten a dog crate, blanket, dishes, good food and a leash and collar the day before, so we were all set. The dog had been treated for heartworm infestation so would require limited exercise for at least two months. He was smiling as he sat in the seat with the dog, whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

Mark had been with us for around 9 months. As a foster child he could be returned to his abusive home life with his drug addicted mother any time the court chose, and we were terrified they would demand his return . When he arrived at our house, his mother had recently burned down their house because she was stoned, and Mark had spent several weeks in the hospital recovering from burns but now he was doing well and actually going to school. He was smiling now as he sat on the car seat with his new puppy whose tail was wagging hesitantly.

We arrived home, got Burnie to pee outside and brought him into the kitchen. Mark sat with him on the floor while the dog ate, then curled up next to the crate while Burnie took a nap. I was so worried about the future. Would the dog be all right. Would Mark be forced to return to his "mother" who would probably dump the dog by the side of the road or kill it. Mark smiled and sat up and smiled at his new buddy. "He's a good dog" he said."thanks Dad for him" All of a sudden I knew everything would be all right. It was the first time he had called me "Dad"

Mark and Burnie have been with us for 5 years now and everything is great. Every day is Thanksgiving here. Just wanted you to know

By the way, I did not misspell the dogs name. He has burn scars from his first owner lighting him on fire. But as Mark says "so do I" (from the house fire)

I got this email from one of "our boys" ... (show quote)

The visual while reading this post brings tears of two who struggle but will achieve..Five years into it is a darn good start now!!

I find you and SWMBO rather unique yourselves!!

Blessed you are as well as every little life that finds his or her way to your home!! It is not coincidence that is for sure!!!

I admire both of you ever so much for this act of love!!!!

Your boys given that second chance you sure succeeded!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️🌹🌹🌹🌹

lindajoy Loc: right here with you....

Big dog wrote:

God Bless you.

Amen!!!!

PJ

Heart Warming. Awesome!

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lindajoy wrote:

The visual while reading this post brings tears of two who struggle but will achieve..Five years into it is a darn good start now!!

I find you and SWMBO rather unique yourselves!!

Blessed you are as well as every little life that finds his or her way to your home!! It is not coincidence that is for sure!!!

I admire both of you ever so much for this act of love!!!!

Your boys given that second chance you sure succeeded!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️🌹🌹🌹🌹

This child Mark reminds me a lot of David, somewhat the same background and a long struggle ahead of them to heal well enough to live a happy and productive life.

Thank you.

The one of "our boys" who sent this to us teaches middle school in a private school, that is in a poorer part of a southern city, and he has some horror stories to tell about the restrictions the school, which receives no public funding, has to do when it comes to the LGBTQ agenda plus the Marxist Black Lives (only black lives, of course)matter activists and the pushing both agendas on the 11 year old kids in the classes. He is another one of "our boys" who has given us more that we could ever give him.
Bless you and yours always