Yesterday Steve and I spontaneously went up to the Humane Society “just to look” at the dogs they had and ended up rescuing a 7 month old golden retriever in the 11th hour. The Humane Society was full and could not take this dog in when the owner called. The Humane Society gave us the owner’s number and when we talked to him he told us that he was moving right at that moment and if we got to his house within the hour, he would give us the dog.
The owner was being forced to move and was going to be living in his vehicle and couldn’t take care of the dog. The situation sounded pretty sketchy. When we arrived and saw “Buddy” tied to a stake out front and met the owner, our suspicions were confirmed. When we asked the owner what he would do if we didn’t take Buddy right now, he responded casually “put him down probably.”
We took our chances and put Buddy in our truck. The whole situation felt incredibly wrong to me, but I was glad we were able to be there given the alternative. Despite how casually and carelessly he was given up, Buddy seemed healthy and well groomed and well fed. He was affectionate and playful despite being anxious and stressed in a new environment. He responded well to our cats. I took Buddy for a run that evening and when we went into a sprint across the fields, Buddy glancing up at me every few seconds as if to say “hey, doing good,” a big smile broke across my face.
The previous owner said he had never taken Buddy swimming (I asked him if he had). We took Buddy to the river today and that was one of the best sights I’ve ever seen. We let Buddy off his leash and he ran wildly and joyfully up and down the path. He tentatively went into the river and then began pawing the water and then it wasn’t long before he was splashing and chomping at the water like a 2 year old in the bathtub. He began to teach himself to swim.
In many ways Buddy seems to be a well-adjusted dog- he knows how to sit and shake hands, he can go running, he comes when called, he’s friendly. His brown eyes are kind and intelligent. His anxieties come up around separations and reunions- where he becomes agitated, jumping and nipping. So we have some training ahead of us and fortunately Steve and Buddy can keep each other company on the weekdays.
It’s a big, and occasionally overwhelming, adjustment to suddenly add a dog to our daily routine. However, we are seeing how this will give us an active life and those moments when I see Buddy run free are worth it to me. The biggest adjustment belongs to the cats. Casper has been pretty cool with it so far. He is willing to be in the same room.
Aschi, on the other hand, hasn’t come downstairs since yesterday and tried to sleep on my head all night. She hides under the bed most of the day and when she is not under the bed she has taken to calling upon the Dark Lord of the Sith for protection.
Will Aschi cross over to the dark side? Given this look on her face, we think she already has.
We don’t particularly care for the name “Buddy” and we’re trying to think of new name for his new life with us. Any suggestions?
Sep 17th 2006Pets & Pictures