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Prevent your heart from failing you in 2017

We all think we are invisible until we fall to the floor, holding our chest, because our heart stopped. When you see this major sign, there is a good chance your heart-attack is coming.

Its cruical you see this to prevent one from happening to you

Know your safe and will have a long life to see your children and grandchildren grow up.

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Here they come! the man behind us yelled. Once out in the creek bed, we realized we didnt really know what to do next. Sister and I stood behind Fastâ€”he wanted to be the boss, so okay, let him deal with this. There was no sign of Mother. The two men were on opposite banks, though, each wielding his pole. Fast dodged one but then was snagged by the other. Sister took advantage of the melee to escape, her feet splashing in the water as she scampered away, but I stood rooted, staring up at the road. A woman with long white hair stood there above us, her face wrinkled in kindness. Here, puppy, its okay. Youll be all right. Here, puppy, she said. I didnt run; I didnt move. I allowed the loop of rope to slip over my face and tighten on my neck. The pole guided me up the bank, where the man seized me by the scruff of the neck. Hes okay; hes okay, the woman crooned. Let him go. Hell run off, the man warned. Let him go. I followed this bit of dialogue without comprehension, only understanding that somehow the woman was in charge, though she was older and smaller than either of the two men. With a reluctant grunt, the man lifted the rope off my neck. The woman offered her hands to me: rough, leathery palms coated with a flowery smell. I sniffed them, then lowered my head. A clear sense of caring and concern radiated off of her. When she ran her fingers along my fur I felt a shiver pass through me. My tail whipped the air of its own accord, and when she astonished me by lifting me into the air I scrambled to kiss her face, delighting in her laughter. The mood turned somber when one of the men approached, holding Hungrys limp body. The man showed it to the woman, who clucked mournfully. Then he took it to the truck, where Mother and Fast were in a metal cage, and held it up to their noses. The scent of death, recognizable to me as any memory, wafted off of Hungry in the dry, dusty air. We all carefully smelled my dead brother, and I understood the men wanted us to know what had happened to Hungry. Sadness came from all of them as they stood there silently in the road, but they didnt know how sick Hungry had been, sick from birth and not long for the world. I was put in the cage, and Mother sniffed disapprovingly at the womans smell, which had been pressed into my fur. With a lurch, the truck started up again, and I was quickly distracted by the derful odors flog through the cage as we moved down the road. I was riding in a truck! I barked in delight, Fast and Mother jerking their heads in surprise at my outburst. I couldnt help myself; it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened in my whole life, including almost catching the frog. Fast seemed overcome with sadness, and it took me a moment to understand: Sister, his favorite companion, was gone, as lost to us as was Hungry. There was, I reflected, much more complexity to the world than I had supposed. It wasnt just about Mother and my siblings hiding from people, hunting, and playing in the culvert. Larger events had the ability to change everythingâ€”events that were controlled by human beings. I was wrong about one thing: though we didnt know it at the time, Fast and I would meet up with Sister again in the future.

Wherever we were headed on our truck ride, I had the sense wed see other dogs when we got there. The cage in which we were being held was positively flooded with the scent of other canines, their urine and feces and even their blood mixed with fur and saliva. While Mother cowered, her claws extended to keep her from sliding on the bouncing, jerking floor, Fast and I paced, our noses down, smelling one distinct dog after another. Fast kept trying to mark the corners of the cage, but every time he tried to stand on three legs a good jounce from the truck sent him sprawling. Once he even landed on Mother, earning him a quick nip. I gave him a disgusted look. Couldnt he see she was unhappy Eventually, bored with smelling dogs who werent even there, I pressed my nose to the wire grate and pulled in great snootfuls of the d. It reminded me of the first time Id buried my face in the succulent garbage bins that represented our main source of food; there were thousands of unidentifiable odors out there, all of them coming up my nose with such force I kept sneezing. Fast took up position on the other side of the cage and lay down, not joining me at the side of the cage, because it hadnt been his idea. He gave me a surly look every time I sneezed, as if warning me that next time I tried that Id better ask him for permission. Each time his cold gaze met my eyes I would glance pointedly at Mother, who, though obviously cowed by this whole experience, was still in charge as far as I was concerned. When the truck stopped, the woman came around and spoke to us, pressing her palms to the side of the cage for us to lick. Mother stayed where she was, but Fast was as beguiled as I was, and stood next to me, his tail wagging. You are so cute. You hungry, babies You hungry We were parked in front of a long, flat dwelling, sparse desert grasses poking up between the trucks tires. Hey, Bobby! one of the men yelled. The response to his shout was astonishing. From behind the house came a chorus of loud barks, so many I couldnt count the sources. Fast rose up on his back legs and put his paws on the side of the cage, as if that would somehow help him see better. The racket continued as another man emerged from around the side of the house. He was brown and weathered, walking with a slight limp. The way the two other men stood grinning at him carried an air of expectation. When he saw us, he stopped in his tracks, his shoulders slumping. Oh no, senora. Not more dogs. We have too many now. He radiated resignation and regret, but there was nothing angry in what I felt coming off him. The woman turned and approached him. We have two puppies, and their mother. They are maybe three months old. One of them got away, and one of them died. Oh no.

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