Today is the day that Blue becomes a part of our family. Legally.
We were “his” by the second day we had him. I really mean that. We melted. He is also one of the smartest and best behaved dogs I have ever had.
For a hound.
Any of you that have had a hound will know what I mean by that. They can be a bit hard to train if there is any sort of distraction, and this little guy is always on the lookout for distraction. It’s not their fault, it’s in their genes, and as frustrated and mad as I get, I have to keep telling myself that he’s just a dog, and doesn’t know any better.
A week ago, I was chasing him through a thicket of thorn bushes because he slipped his [easyazon_link identifier=”B00164ZWBG” locale=”US” tag=”granligh-20″]harness[/easyazon_link], and when I finally caught him (he was chasing an imaginary rabbit around the trees), he looked at me like I was really killing his buzz. I ended up completely winded, with poison ivy, and several [easyazon_link identifier=”B000GCNDE2″ locale=”US” tag=”granligh-20″]cuts on my legs[/easyazon_link]. I had to carry him back to where his harness was hanging in the tree that he had jumped, and untangle the [easyazon_link identifier=”B005NK5DEU” locale=”US” tag=”granligh-20″]lead[/easyazon_link] I was using.
No more long leads in the bush. That’s rule #1.
Well, I’ve learned a lot of Rule #1s in this relationship, and I’ll list a few here for you:
Rule #1 – Groans, sighs, whimpers, and moans are growls to young girls.
Rule #1 – If his mouth is open when he approaches, he tried to bite them
Rule #1 – If I let him in the bedroom, he will immediately pounce on Mrs. Birdman’s head while she sleeps.
Rule #1 – Garbage is not safe, and the dog loves corn.
Rule #1 – Corny dog shit doesn’t smell too bad in the kitchen, if it’s solid.
Rule #1 – You can catch a hound in a swamp on the fifth attempt, but you need to be willing to do anything.
Rule #1 – [easyazon_link identifier=”148498384X” locale=”US” tag=”granligh-20″]Dog farts[/easyazon_link] can wake you up from a dead sleep.
Rule #1 – Crotch sniffing is fun, and while some ladies get offended, guys never do.
Rule #1 – Hounds will remember where they smelled a rabbit. Forever.
Rule #1 – [easyazon_link identifier=”B000H0ZJHW” locale=”US” tag=”granligh-20″]Treats[/easyazon_link] don’t matter when there’s hunting to be done.
Rule #1 – People don’t matter when there’s hunting to be done.
Rule #1 – [easyazon_link identifier=”B0020EHF9I” locale=”US” tag=”granligh-20″]Cesar Millan[/easyazon_link] is good, but I don’t think he has met Blue.
Rule #1 – Just because you’re abandoned, doesn’t mean that no one loves you.
Rule #1 – A rescued dog, will be as good, or better as a friend than any expensive purebred.
Rule #1 – Shelters need our help.
Rule #1 – If you don’t [easyazon_link identifier=”B004JX1QGG” locale=”US” tag=”granligh-20″]spay or neuter your pet[/easyazon_link], you are the problem.
Rule #1 – If you accept responsibility of being a pet owner, it is your duty to make sure that the animal has the best care possible.
Rule #1 – Best care possible doesn’t always mean the most expensive. While you should provide them the [easyazon_link identifier=”B009LQFEQY” locale=”US” tag=”granligh-20″]highest quality food[/easyazon_link] available, there are many options for a healthy diet. Old Roy or Kibbles ‘n’ Bits is not one of them. Look into cost per feeding
Rule #1 – Love the dog, and they will love you back. Love doesn’t mean pamper and baby them. It just means love them. If you are incapable of this, don’t get a dog.
These are just a few, but it gives you an idea. Blue is a handful sometimes, but for the most part he’s a great dog. He’s a rescue, so he is of course going to come with baggage, but don’t we all?
I got a toy gun for the 80’s party, and he is quite scared of it. Coming from North Carolina, I’m sure he’s been around guns, and seems to have had a bad experience with them. This is all a learning process, and as long as we try to do what’s best for Blue, I think we’ll be okay. He likes his new home, I found a place that I can safely let him run and hunt every day, and he is becoming better socialized all the time.
He still jumps up, and no amount of expert advice has helped so far, but he isn’t too bad, and he’s trying, he really is. We have to understand that he’s a hound dog from NC, and has been shuffled to who knows how many homes and families so far.
Today a lady from Death Row Dogs in Peterborough, Ontario will come over to evaluate our home and family, to make sure that we are a suitable match for Blue. We will then hand her the adoption fee, and sign the paperwork to make this his “furever home”. From here on in, until he crosses the Rainbow Bridge, our lives will revolve around this mixed breed hound that was somehow spared a trip to a metal box with twenty of his friends. He won’t spend ten to twenty minutes clawing and fighting for air, in an attempt to stay alive.
Instead, a kind stranger picked him out, and drove him to the Canadian border, where he was picked up and driven to Peterborough and moved from foster home to foster home. He was then neutered and my non-dog loving fiance happened to see a picture of him on Facebook, two months before we were planning on getting a non-shedding dog, and called me to look at him. I explained that hounds do shed, and aren’t the smartest dogs, but that they are very sweet. She thought that we had better go and meet him, so we did.
Do I believe in Kismet? I’m not sure, but I’ll betcha Blue does.
Well, maybe if we lived on a rabbit farm, where he was freely allowed to chase the bunnies whenever he wanted, and then when he gets tired he can just rip into one of the several bags of garbage that are placed around the farm for his enjoyment. All before having a nap in a sunbeam.
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