L.O.V.E

I love this dog, I don't know why but he just grabbed me when I was scanning Petfinder just now. Beautiful, something about his eyes, his face. I so wish I was in a situation that I could adopt him. Jack A Roo is his name. 2 year old Australian Cattle Dog, up to date on everything neutered. Loves to be with his person and learn. A no go with children and deaf, neither would be an issue for me. Ugh, I can't express how badly I want to be in a different housing situation right now.

Border Collie Rescue Ontario

Sick Day

Hello Monday.

Monday mornings mean putting away the Freedom order. Its tends to be a toss up with how big the order is, one week it'll be fairly small while the next it could be big. Always fun making sure everything is as it should be and there weren't any mistakes, which usually there are and then its time to call it in and get it dealt with so that next week things can be straightened out only to start over again. This week it was one of those large orders, not of food though. The Fromm, Wellness and Merrick were fairly small, a few bags and cases of cans. It was the Merrick bones/treats that did it. Boone was thrilled with the boxes of bones and treats. Mean mommy wouldn't let him have anything though. May not look like much from the picture, but some of it was cut off and that pile around Boone was made of three rows. Quite a bit though not the biggest order I've ever experienced by far. Just a pain in the but accounting for all those bones.

Managed to get through by noon (it was dropped off at 8:15am). Boone wasn't himself and kept trying to crawl into my lap or be loved on 24/7. Of course I thought he was just being needy but I found out pretty fast what was up. He was standing in the middle of the floor when all of a sudden he had explosive diarrhea. Poor guy didn't know what happened. He even gave his rear end a quizzical "WTF" look before scurrying off with his tail tucked. Didn't even have time to squat it just shot right out of him. He wasn't really himself for the rest of the day either. Spent most of his day in his bed, didn't even want to play ball. He did play with a co worker's pug when he came in to buy a few things but as soon as they left he was back in his bed acting rather mopey.

Back to work tomorrow, hopefully Boone will have a better day.

I hold you above everyone

I don't say how much I love and lucky to have Boone in my life enough. This dog is amazing, he has his faults, like every other breathing thing but regardless he is amazing in his own right. The pup that no one wanted, trusted or gave a rat's ass about has grown into a beautiful creature. Who would have known, even shared the mere thought that the snarling brown puppy in the vet clinic of the humane society would come so far that he willingly, tail wagging sometimes go up to strangers and lick them in the face, sniff them and allow them to pet him without biting, without urinating all over himself.

He loves life, he loves those that are in his circle of trust so much its unbelievable. To think that had he not come into my ownership he could be locked away in cement kennel out of the public eye, a street dog or even dead kills me. He hasn't done anything wrong yet he would have been punished, shunned because he is not the public's idea of the perfect dog. He's not the happy go lucky, everybody is my friend and must be treated like they are long lost family members every time they are seen therefore he shouldn't have been given a chance. That seems to be the idea of more people then I thought. What was so wrong with him that he should have been injected with an overdose of a barbiturate? He was a 3 month old puppy, found on the street with a busted leg. Shy, nervous, careful to trust he had every right to act the way he did, who knows what happened to him before, how he got hurt, how he was treated. Yet everyone was so quick to pass judgement that he should be put out of his misery. All he needed was a chance, someone to understand and be patient with him, someone to give him that little be of confidence that he lacked. But no one wants that kind of work. They want a dog that isn't damaged, doesn't have a past or at least holds on to its past. Those dogs, the ones that have a hard past seem to be the most loving in my experience. Those are the dogs that will always be welcome into my home. Into my heart and care, they need it so much more then the rest.

As much as I was reluctant to adopt him at first, it wasn't because of his problems. It was because he was a puppy and I wasn't keen on puppies, for several reasons mostly to do with housebreaking. But I had Drifter to think of as well at that point. He was a senior, did I really want to bring a 5 month old puppy home to pester him? With the helpful pushing of some of my co workers I decided to try it out and thankfully for both of us it worked out better then anyone could have imagined. As much as he drives me up the wall I wouldn't trade him for the world. He's been my rock during the loss of Drifter, even when I blamed him, he would look at me with those soft, chocolate eyes run off grab a toy and bring it to me as if that would make all the problems vanish. And most often it does work. He's no Drifter, there won't ever be a dog like Drifter again that I'm sure but he's my Booney bear, and I'd die for him.

This dog has such a hold on me, he pulls so many people in with that sweet face and his story. He's an amazing little dog. Anyone that ever tells me any dog that acts like he did should be put down need to know that those are fighting words. Just because he was nervous, shy, unconfident doesn't make him a threat to society. Just a little TLC was needed. He comes to work with me every day, there are regulars that look forward to seeing him and giving him cookies, talking and work on getting into that elite few he trusts without a second thought. He's been the pseudo momma to foster kittens, played with them and slept with them. He makes me smile when I'm sick or upset either by bring me all of his toys until I give in and indulge in a game until I've forgotten about what ever was bringing me down or by dropping to the floor, rolling onto his back in typical "dead fish mode" and grinning at me upside down, his front paws gently padding at my leg until I look at him to which his whole back end wiggles with excitement. Reminding me of a windshield wiper and his grin grows bigger until he can take it no longer, jumps up and gives me a big kiss before running around will full blown rocket butt.

I love my baggage ridden, screwed up, unperfect pooch and wouldn't have him any other way. He's perfect in my eyes, he's good for me and I'm good for him that's all anyone can ask for in a companion.