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What's the story behind your Rescue / Shelter dog?

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I got Woody, an 18 month old Golden Toller mix, from a Rescue Center not far from where I live. I've had him about seven months now and I wouldn't trade him for the world.

He was scheduled to be put down the following day at the shelter he was rescued from. The High Sierra Rescue Center picked him up along with six other dogs who were also going to be put down the following day.

I wonder how this beautiful dog ended up at the Shelter? If only dogs could talk - I'd sure love to hear his story.

He was very people oriented - when I first met him he crawled right into my lap and looked up at me with those deep brown eyes and that was all it took - I'd been adopted.

From what I've read most strays tend to be very shy initially when first captured. Woody must of been raised by a loving family as it showed so much in his personality. He was house broken and careful when inside - no attempt to jump up on the counters and he stayed out of the garbage can on the floor.

Don't get me wrong he was a ball of fire outside but he did settle down once inside. He slept up on my bed his first night and was right at home there.

I think someone breed him purposely for duck hunting. The area he was found was definitely a duck hunting area. He's very likely a cross between a Golden and a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever. Because there just aren't many Toller's in the area - I myself have never seen one - it would seem someone did some research to locate one and breed it.

My feeling is Woody took off after something - he is a chaser - got lost and ended up at the shelter. And thankfully from there to my home. Why his family didn't search the shelters in the area is beyond me???

How much of the story behind your rescued dog do you know?

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Thanks, Penny and Maggie's Mom. He has made my life so much better and helped me through some tough times this year. I can't even begin to think of not having Ranger around. He does something every day that makes me realize how lucky I am to have him and how special he is to not be bogged down with issues from his past. Thanks so much!
 
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That's just horrible....I can never understand how someone can harm an innocent dog (or any animal)......thank god he got out of there and can spend the rest of his life with someone who truly loves him!!! You've done a great job with him.....He is a beautiful boy!!
 
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We moved from NY to NC in the fall of 2000. It was a dificult move for my 4 sons, ages 17 to 10. I wanted to get a puppy to make the house a home, and we knew we wanted a Golden. We found Clyde from a BYB, 8 weeks old, we fell so in love we went back to the same breeder 4 months later and got Bonnie at 8 weeks old. They definitely made life a lot better for the boys. All my boys are now just finishing college and starting life on their own except the youngest who is a sophomore at college. Bonnie and Clyde are now 9 years old, and have been the greatest pups. Last summer my hubby said, I think maybe we should think about getting another Golden pup, I know how long it would take you to get over the loss of Bonnie and Clyde. Well the next day, I happen to be brousing PetFinder... and there were two of the sweetest pups. A less than reputable BYB had tossed them beside the road. When a neighbor, who thought they got loose tried to return them, he stated he had sold their 8 siblings and couldn't sell them...he said I don't want the **** things! She called a local rescue who picked them up. Needless to say, I submitted an application for Calvin and Hobbes, as soon as I asked the hubby what he'd think of 2 new 10 week old pups(ok, maybe not after asking). Needless to say we are one big happy Golden family! Hobbes has had some health issues, he is 6 weeks out of double OCD shoulder surgery...he goes in for his recheck on the 12th of May (keep your paws crossed)! Keeping him quiet has been quite the challange. He also has questionable hips at 10 months old......they are wonderful boys, and I'd do it all again in a heartbeat!
 
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Smooch

Ken and I went through Golden Opportunities Golden Ret. Rescue in Carol Stream, IL about 10 years ago. This Golden Rescue no longer exists, but the Golden Ret. Rescue is now in Woodridge, IL.

I filled out the adoption application and Beth came over for a home visit.
We took Snobear over to meet all of the Goldens for adoption at Beth's house and Smooch chased down Snobear AND BIT HIS NECK, he was 5 mos. old, she was 18 months old, and it was love at first sight!!


My Sister and I were taking a trip to Marco Island in May, so Beth said we couldn't pick up Bedlam, (that was her name), until I returned.
 

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We just got Bianca 2 days ago from the golden retriever rescue. Her story is that she was an "owner turn-in due to allergies." I can't imagine having a dog for 9 years and just dumping her in rescue. But their loss is our gain. This poor girl is starved for attention and love and we have PLENTY to give AND my husband and I work out of the house so we can love on her all day long. We are truly blessed to have gotten this girl.
 
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My rescue Charlie - a golden retriever mix was rescued from and abusive home in the states. Due to his abuse he was passed thru several rescues in hope of finding him a home. He was eventually adopted by a family in Calgary, and not having the time for him - he escaped the yard a number of times - the family turned him over to a local kill shelter. Charlie was deemed "Unadoptable' because he didn't pass the 'test' - he simply would not allow anyone to touch him -and scheduled to be euthenized. A caring women contacted a local no-kill rescue about him and they were able to get Charlie released into their care. Charlie was very dog friendly - he just had no use for humans - so the rescue posted on their website looking for someone to help him learn to trust. I offered to foster and help Charlie but the moment I laid eyes on him Oct. 6, 2009- I knew he was not going anywhere else. He was afraid to be touched, he would back away if you even looked at him, he had and still has scars on his on his body, his eyes almost vacant - he had almost given up. It was clear he had travelled a long and hard road and that it was going to take lots of time, patience and compassion to win him over - it was not going to be easy or quick.
Charlie has come a long long ways in the last 10 months - he now enjoys and insists on his daily walks, loves attention and to be petted- especially butt scratches, loves his trips to the offleash park and is slowly allowing strangers to pet him. But he is still learning to trust men. I do have to give a lot of credit to Charlie's two golden siblings Milo and Kaya for helping him learn to trust me and that I am a pushover for those deep brown eyes. He is happy, loving life and a very devoted and loving companion.
Our journey together has been absolutely amazing! And I will be forever thankful to all those rescue angels that helped to bring Charlie to me, and to the rescue group that allowed me to give him his forever home.

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I don't know any of Charlie's background... all I know is that he was a stray that Clarksville animal control found on a busy street wandering with a few other stray dogs. They took him to Animal Control where he was held for 3 days to give his owners the chance to reclaim him. They never did. The fourth day he was there, I just happened to go by the shelter just to "walk some dogs and socialize a bit with them." I used to do that if I was having a rough day and needed to refocus and get back to the important things in life. So, I went to the shelter and there were rows and rows of kennels, all indoors. I was trying to find a dog that looked like he needed a walk, but wasn't too "hyped up" because I was worried about being able to control one on a walk. I really wanted to find a labrador, because I LOVE labs. After walking through a room of about 15 dog kennels, I walked to a second room and there on the corner kennel was this beautiful, golden teddy bear. He didn't jump up, didn't whine or bark, he just stood there, looking at me with his tail wagging and tongue hanging out, panting. I looked at his tag and it said "golden retriever - approx 18 months old (which was a huge overestimation)" - NO NAME - STRAY. The words "NOT FOR ADOPTION" had been crossed out with black marker at the bottom. I think I instantly fell in love with him right then and there. I asked if I could take him outside, and was given a piece of rope that I made into a lasso-type collar. His kennel was pristine, and as soon as we went outside, he peed for about 3 minutes! LOL I sat and watched him in the fenced in "play" area for about 15 minutes and I just couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was beautiful. I kept thinking... "I did not come here to adopt a dog!!! But I really love him!! But I didn't come here to adopt a dog! But I want him and he's meant for me!!" That went on for about 10 minutes until I went back inside and asked about the adoption process. I didn't want it to be a total impulse decision, so I said I would wait until the following Saturday (2 days later - sinne they were closed on Good Friday). When I left him in that kennel that day, my heart yearned for him. Waiting until Saturday felt like FOREVER!!! I got there Sat morning and the worker there told me that a Golden Retriever Rescue person was coming to pick up "my" dog. I was beside myself! But I talked with her once she arrived and we agreed that I would adopt him. :D I had to wait AGAIN until Monday for him to be neutered before I could take him home with me. he was housetrained, didn't jump on furniture, already knew sit and shake, and was pretty healthy overall, although he did have a red and inflamed right eye and the very tip of his left ear looked as if it had been chewed on. I honestly didn't see those things until we got home though... it was like all I saw was this beautiful golden angel dog in a tiny kennel with his tail wagging and a big smile on his face when I walked by his cage. And I knew that whatever his story was, it didn't matter, because ultimately, we were meant to be together. :) And every day, I am so thankful for the gift of having Charlie in my life.
 
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Scout was adopted from a local shelter about 20 minutes from me in the next county over. I had been looking for a buddy for Radley and I originally wanted a female Golden before I found Radley. Scout originally belonged to a family that lived in a duplex, but when they moved, they left her behind and the people in the complex took care of her the best they could but they were afraid she'd get ran over because the complex was so close to the road and they called the shelter. I saw her on Petfinder and went to check her out and took Radley to make sure they'd get along. The shelter had a policy that they would have her spayed at the local vet and I could pick her up the next day. The morning of her surgery they couldn't find her because someone had tried to pry open the gate of the kennel she was in. After yelling for her, she appeared from the woods and they took her to the vet to get her checked out and once that was okay, they went ahead and did the spay. I don't know if someone wanted her and found out I was getting her or if it was a breeder or maybe they wanted to use her as a bait dog or whatever, but all I know is that for some reason they didn't succeed and she came home with me the next day.
 

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OK let me see how to be brief but complete:

Over the years lots of pets have found their way to my home, as everyone knows I'm a sucker - I'll just cover the last 3.

I saw my cat's picture on petfinder.com and knew I had to have her. I reached out to the rescue and the foster told me she had already been promised to someone. So my campaign began - it was on! I called every single week to see if had gone home. After two months the foster mom gave in and said that it - you've done more for this cat than the other people, she's yours! She even delivered her that day, she's been ruling the house for the past seven years!

Then a dear friend of mine was diagnosed with leukemia only a few months after he adopted a severely abused white boxer - rather than letting him return her to the rescue, I said I would take her, train her and have her ready for him when he recovered. I inherited her a year later. She was so abused that you could see the healed broken bones throughout her body on xrays. She was terrified of all men when I first got her, my ex would pretend to be asleep and put a treat on his knee just to get her to come close. Then he would chase her around the house, when he caught her she would tremble in fear - then he would just give her a kiss and walk away - she would stand there shocked! She loved him! But without question she was my girl. I was so proud of how I finally got her to trust people and learn that I would never let anyone hurt her, so she could let even men pet her. I was devastated when I lost her to cancer (a blood cancer like her "daddy") last August - she is now with my friend (her daddy) in heaven. I SWORE I'd never get another dog.

Last December I woke up and decided I needed a new dog - a golden retriever! I searched all the golden rescue sites and saw Remy's profile. He had been purchased from a BYB as a puppy by a family who was expecting twins and basically neglected, left to live the garage and/or yard - not allowed in the house. When he was round 8 or 9 months old he escaped and wandered the neighborhood trying to meet new people - and found a very nice lady who knew folks at the rescue group. Although the owners knew he was at the rescue, they did not come to get him, and there he wa - starting his new life. However he appeared to have a failure to thrive. Cutting a long story short - he is a special needs boy - who has a medical condition that presents a challenge, nothing terrible and nothing that will shorten his life, it is totally managable. But because of it this poor boy had been in foster for NINE months! That was all I need to knwo - I WANTED HIM!!!!! Of course the rescue didn't knwo me from Adam and wasn't too keen on just sending me a dog so easily. I course thought the pocess was ridiculously slow - they felt that they were moving at lighting speed. Bottom line - I got my boy January 22 and we were meant to be!

Raggedy (the cat) is still THE Queen of our castle - but she is very please wtih the addition of this new servant to worship her. :p:
 

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We didn't know much about Teddy. He was found on the street, dirty and with those...sticky ball things in his fur (forget what they're called lol). They told us he was about a year old when we got him. Our vet told us he had a broken tail which lead us to believe he was abused. He was pretty much afraid of anything big and long (vacuum cleaner, brooms, even boxes)...we could never get him out of his fear so we did our best to avoid all the fear inducing things.
I know Teddy had a better life with us than with his previous owners.
 
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Rescues? They are ALL rescues!

All of our seven pets are rescues... All 4 cats, and all three dogs...plus the two dogs we had previously: Megan at the RB(Divorce and career change caused her to be left behind) Bri - my golden heart dog who's first family got into drug-troubles... also left us just last January due to cancer.
Currently we have the old man: Buddy a LAB/Border/??? that we found running down the street ten years ago. (He is 12-13 yrs old and is enjoying being the spoiled senior of the pack).

We also have the brilliant Miss Maui -a 2yr old GR/Border Collie mix from the Southern Oregon Humane Society-we adopted her as a 9 week old pup and she is my special girl.

We were so devastated at losing our Brianna at 8yrs of age that I convince DH to apply for a new GR through Golden Bond Rescue of Oregon. They had a sweet, tho' slightly troubled 9 mnth old named Stanley that had (Like SOOOOO many GR pups) been bought by a family with little kids who had no time/patience/ understanding of the requirements of dog ownership-especially of a rambunctious sporting dog-type. Stanley was surrendered at 6 mnths and had to go to doggy boot-camp to learn some manners. :uhoh: We met this long-legged rowdy and he and Maui bonded in seconds. Stanley has been with us since 2/2010 and he has been a bit of a challenge at times: a little inappropriate growling here, a little possesiveness there... but he has improved each day and is my big furry red lap dog now. (All 90 lbs of him.) Two rounds of obedience classes have helped and so has a ton of patience.

He is Maui's bestest bestest friend, loves people, and other dogs..l He also loves to chase and retrieve and chase some more and is growing into a wonderful boy. He will be 2 yrs old in May and this weekend will be his first time at the beach!!! :p:





 
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My very first rescue was a beagle. My dad's friends 13 yr old son was fishing, when a car drove over a bridge nearby & threw a bulap bag into the stream. Being a 13 yr old boy he couldn't resist fishing the bag out. Surprise; 4 very small beagle puppies. We took one; they kept two; and another friend took the fourth. She was the best diog! And a great rabbit hunter!
My last rescue was 1 of 13 puppies. His mother appeared to be pure golden; she was smuggled out of a research facility. She was too sweet & kept getting beat up by the other dogs. They didn't know she was pregnant.
I also had another beagle who came out of the same research facility for the same reason. The beagle wound up being my oldest daughter's BFF, & the lab/golden mix was completely devoted to my youngest daughter.
 
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I've had my 7-year-old golden boy Oscar for a month now. And what a sweet boy he is!

Oscar came to me from Homeward Bound (rescue in Sacramento, CA) and before that was at the LA County animal shelter. The story is that his owner was an elderly man with arthritis who could no longer care for him. LA County labeled Oscar as "fractious"...which means bad tempered and difficult to handle. They were mistaken...this dog is anything but fractious!!! Thank Heavens Homeward Bound rescued him because I think he would've been put down at the LA County shelter.

You can tell Oscar came from a loving home because he is a happy boy and wants to be friends with everyone, even my cats (although the cats have other ideas!). He came with a few extra pounds, a buzz cut and bad dandruff, but he's already trimming down and his coat is growing fast. I can't wait to see how gorgeous he is with his full coat. We're battling some itchy skin problems and have had a few tummy issues, but otherwise the adjustment is going well. I feel so lucky to have adopted him!
 

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I rescued Max (seems to be a Golden/Setter mix) from death row a few months back. I volunteer at the local SPCA and have been wanting another dog for awhile. I scan ALL the breed profiles everytime before I get another dog - and I ALWAYS come back to the Golden. I don't know why I even bother looking at other breeds any more.

I found him on-line at a local kill shelter in the a.m., went to visit and took my other Golden (Maddie) up to visit, and came home with him in the p.m. He is one of those dogs that like to lean on you. I sat down, he came over, leaned up against me and stared into my eyes. I was hooked.

Don't know his history. He was very dirty, thin, lacked a lot of muscle mass, had a skin infection. Didn't matter.
 
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I have had 3 golden retrievers: Jake (1980-1992), Leo (1998-2010) and Helo. Jake and Leo were puppies when I got them but I decided I wanted an adult dog this time. I adopted Helo in May 2011 from Companion Golden Retriever Rescue in Utah. My son's chocolate lab, Zoe, had been living with me while he was in college and he graduated and found an apt. that would let him have a dog so he was taking her. That meant it would be just me and Marilyn (my 6 year old lab mix who looks like a black golden retriever). It's impossible for me to have just ONE dog so I looked at CGRR's web site and sent in an application. My house is just so empty without a golden retriever. A couple of weeks later Deb contacted me and told me about Helo. He had been picked up as a stray by animal control. When no one claimed him they called her and she took him to her rescue. He went to the vet for a checkup and they discovered he was hypothyroid plus he had a couple of seizures so he was put on medication and then was ready for adoption. Both Leo and Zoe had been on thyroid pills and it was no big deal. I figured I could also deal with seizures. I met Helo and of course I fell in love with the big lug. He's so happy go lucky and charming. I brought Zoe and Marilyn to meet him and much to my surprise, Marilyn didn't like him! She always gets along with every dog she's ever met. She wouldn't let him sniff her or get near her. She'd growl at him and run to me for reassurance. It didn't bother Helo one bit. He'd just back off and go about his business. Very patient and easy going. Knowing Marilyn, I was confident she would get used to him and be fine in time so we brought him home. It took her about 2 months but she adjusted and now she grooms him (ears and eyes) just like she did with Zoe and Leo.

After Helo came to live with me he had 2 seizures at night every 2 or 3 weeks. The Vet had me increase his phenobarb each time. Finally on Aug. 16 he had 5 seizures in 12 hours and I was very worried. He would get so anxious and muddled after a seizure. I took him to another vet for a second opinion. We checked his phenobarb level and it was in the therapeutic range so this vet suggested adding potassium bromide which he'd had good luck with in stopping seizures in dogs. Happily it has been a miracle drug and Helo has been seizure free since he started taking it - nearly 9 weeks now!! He is more alert and spunky and I'm just thrilled beyond words! Helo is about 7 years old and I cannot imagine why his owner didn't look for him when he was lost! He is such a character. One night I went to yoga and when I came home I found a full bottle of wine on the living room floor! He had gotten it out of a wine rack on the counter in the kitchen and carried it in the other room! That is a very heavy bottle. I wish I had seen that! He can also get a half full glass of water off the counter without spilling it! Needless to say all food has to be put out of reach when I'm not home. He likes to carry shoes and socks around the house if no stuffed animals are available but he doesn't chew on anything except plastic. DVD cases, dust pans, buckets, plastic bowls, dog dishes, etc. Now that my house is Helo-proofed I don't have to worry too much about him getting into anything. But you just never know what may interest him next! I'm very happy I rescued my sweet Helo and he, Marilyn and I will have many happy years ahead of us.
 

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Reading all these post make me cry, but also makes my heart swell with love and gratitude for all the wonderful people here and their stories of hope. Over the years I have also had many strays foster in our home, and have to say they were the best dogs ever. Until you read each individual story though you just don't get it. I know each of you feel blessed and this was a dog that was meant to happen, but again, it is great to read the stories and understand there are many people willing to adopt from shelters. I am so proud for your dogs and the terrific people who went the extra step and took the chance on them. What stories with wonderful endings.
 
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Just saw this thread and decided to add my stories.
Well, I have two rescues. Thunder a labmix, now 11 years old, was in a kill shelter in Kentucky when he was 10 months old. He was given up because of "too many dogs". He had been there 14 days and his time was up. Everybody at the shelter loved him and every time somebody came to the shelter, they would take them to see "Thunder".
Well, Hubby and I actually had gone to the shelter to look at a Golden. We had lost our senior Golden to cancer three months earlier. The Golden had already been adopted but the animal care taker encouraged us to look around and steered us toward Thunder. Thunder was standing there wagging his butt off, so cute. The person said, that Thunder's time is up and black dogs barely ever get adopted. We truthfully were not sure and our heart was set on a Golden, so we left.
About five minutes down the road, my husband and I were starting to talk about Thunder such as: Did you see him wag so hard? Reminds me of Sam (our bridge baby). Then we both agreed to go back to the shelter and have a closer look at Thunder. We got to take him for a walk outside and yes, we decided to take him. We have had Thunder for over 10 years now and never regretted making him part of our family.
Then November 2010, a little dachshund came visiting us. He was staying with the neighbors and I thought it was their dog. He was always outside, followed us around and I fed him, whenever he showed up. One Monday late aftenoon, the little dachshund met us at the top of our driveway and he was limping badly on his right hindleg. I scooped him up, checked him out and rang the neighbors bell, nothing.
So, I carried him back home, got on the phone with my vet and told them that I am coming in with a possible hit by car. I put my two big boys in the house, the dachshund in the car and drove off. I stopped at the neighbors and put a note on their door that I have their dachshund, which hat possibly been hit by a car. I drove to the vet, dachshund got x-rayed, etc. The vet was not sure if his right femur was broken right above the knee and wanted to wait till the the other vet could take a look at it. They also noticed that the dachshund hat bird shot in his belly, but it had been there for a while and not done any damage to the organs. I left "Dachsi" as I call him now, there after telling the vet about it being possibly my neighbors dog, but that I will pay for treatment and see if I can keep the dog.
Later that night, the neigbor called and asked what had happened. I explained and said, if I end up paying for all his bills, I will keep that little guy. The neighbor quickly said oh, keep him, he is a stray anyway that we were going to take to the shelter.
Dachsi's leg was not broken just badly bruised and he made a full recovery. He had to stay at the vet clinic for three days and was released just in time for Thanksgiving.
I was not sure at first about keeping Dachsi with two big dogs and started contacting rescue groups but nobody responded at all. One time at petsmart a local rescue told me, oh just bring him in next Saturday and we will get him out the door the same day, I am sure. Well this did not sound right to me because their website says, that they adopt out after vet references and home visits. So, I questioned them and got a nasty rant. So, I decided nope, not leaving him here to be handed out to somebody walking in the door and Dachsi possibly ending up in the same predicament or worse. To make a long story short, we ended up keeping Dachsi,had him neutered. He was about 8 months old at the time. He is a little menace at times, but he gets along great with my two big boys and we love him.
Below are a few pictures of my rescue furbabies:
 

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When I was in my mid-20's and had just bought my first home, I mentioned to family that I was looking to get a dog of my own. Shortly after, I received a call from my grandmother that there was a stray puppy that had been sitting for days on my aunt's back door step. My aunt, not being a dog person, didn't even put out a bowl of water for the pup, and also didn't call the shelter. I promptly rescued the quivering/terrified 4 month old, who had sores and missing fur, due to a bad case of mange. I named her "Bessie" in honor of my grandmother (Celia Bessie). We believe that Bessie was probably dropped off in the neighborhood- no one was looking for her. The first vet told me to "put the dog down", because she was part Shar Pei, would not have a nice disposition, and he was doubtful the mange woudl ever clear up. We switched vets, cleaned the mange, and I went on to have Bessie for 16 years. She was a WONDERFUL dog- the most gentle, loving, kind soul. She was at my feet and followed me from room to room from the moment I found her, and when I had kids, she accepted them with love. Bessie died in March of this year and I miss her very much.
 
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We had a Golden/Akita mix for 12 years that was like our son. We had to put him down and I thought it would kill me & hubs.
Two weeks later we were told about an Akita that needed a home. I wasn't interested because it was too soon but we went to meet her anyway. She came from Georgia where she was tied to a tree and beat for over a year. The 16 yr old neighbor actually stole her and called different states looking for someone to take her.
She was a mess, her collar had to be surgically removed because it was embedded, she had never been in a house, never learned how to play or be around other dogs. We took her and I tried to get us into classes thinking it would help her and us but was told by too many "An abused Akita is a time bomb have her put down".
I decided to teach her myself, it took awhile because she had to teach me how to teach her but it's been 4 years and I couldn't find a better dog if I tried.
She now goes to daycare at Camp BowWow occasionally and has learned how to play.
We pick up our GR puppy Aug. 22nd, I'm very excited. I think the timing is perfect!
 

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I think that Jake's story is much like Woody's. I don't know anything about his life before me. I wish he could tell me. I had been actively searching for a golden or golden mix from local shelters when I ran across Jake's bio on Petfiner.com. He had just become available (waiting period for family to locate him had expired) at an animal shelter (pound) in a town about an hour from here. The good lord was definitely pushing me along because I would not normally pack up the kiddos on a weekend my husband was away and head out to possibly pick up a "stranger dog".. ha ha! Luckily the husband gave us the green light and we brought Jake home that day. The only info we were given was that he was wondering the streets. He was neutered by the shelter just two days prior and was around 18 mos old. My stranger dog has become my best friend! He IS the dog I have always wanted. He is great with our kids, was potty trained upon arrival, laid back in the house (okay, most of the time) and wild out doors. Has great house manners.. unless you forgot something and come back in the door to find him standing on the kitchen table drinking a forgotten glass of milk...OOPS! He'll jump down and give you that look.
He is my snuggle buddy and loyal beyond belief. I often wonder how such a wonderful dog could have been alone on the street that day. I will never know.. Just glad I found him!!
 
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My girls have all been rescued. Jesse was our first and is now almost 15 years old. She is a golden mix. Cheyenne came about a year later and was our Aussie/BC mix. We lost her in February at 15+- and Tayla, one of my biggest challenges in life next to Cheyenne's passing, is 10 months and she was a re-homed pure bred Golden from a co-worker of my husband's.



 
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