After 4 years of begging and pleading with my parents for another dog to be able to be more active with I had finally worn them down and they had agreed to let me get a puppy. But this puppy had stipulations. For instance, puppy had to be around 50 pounds full grown, puppy had to have a name dad approved of and puppy had to be paid for by me in full, Vet and all.
So I started looking at some. I found Petfinder, before the Facebook group occurred, and found a local rescue. Low and behold they had two brothers, 5 months old and approximate adult weight would hit around 45 pounds! I was so pumped. The one brother, Little Bear, was just adorable and the other brother, Big Bear, not so much. So, my parents decided to let me go look at them, just looking no buying.
When we pull into the drive of the house there are two black puppies in the yard, one was a female who was not one we wanted to look at but they thought she fit what we were looking for (except that I did not want a female) and then Little Bear. When we approached Little Bear, he slunk down cowering and peed on the ground. This was the one thing I knew I did not want as it is not a training issue but either they out grow it or it happens for ever with that dog. So I asked if we could just see Big Bear after all. The woman, in a wheel chair with a broken leg and arm in a sling, looks at her oldest son who looks back at her apprehensively as if he wanted nothing to do with going in to get this puppy. Giving in, he slips in the side garage door without letting us see inside, suspicious but I was getting to see the puppy.
All of a sudden we hear crashing, banging and the door begins to rattle. Something is desperately trying to get out of there. A little nervous my parents and I stood back a bit more as we saw the door open just a hair with the boy holding the door closed by putting his foot in front of it. A nose emerges between the door way and the door and without further warning, flings the door open sending the kid flying back into the garage. He comes tearing out of that doorway like a flash of lightning and runs up the stairs to the deck where the woman is sitting, nearly knocking her down the stairs head first, jumps up onto the tables they had lined up along the railing and runs up and down the line with his nosed glued to it as if he were on the trail of something and jumps down running back down the stairs barely missing the woman a second time. He then run a big loop around the yard as her 3 boys dive for him to try and catch him, runs a tight circle around each of my parents and then comes to a screeching halt into my shins nearly taking me out at the knees. I bent down and picked him up and he just melted in my arms. I knew right there, that was my dog. My moms eyes were about to pop out of her head from the scene she had just witnessed, a doggie tornado really.
I turned to her with a smile on my face bigger than any I had had before I said, "I want this one."
She was obviously in shock when she spoke, "Are you sure you want THAT one?" Her voice cracking slightly.
We all knew right then, that was my dog. We had just dove head first into the start of the horror story of the first 2.5 years with Harley.
So I started looking at some. I found Petfinder, before the Facebook group occurred, and found a local rescue. Low and behold they had two brothers, 5 months old and approximate adult weight would hit around 45 pounds! I was so pumped. The one brother, Little Bear, was just adorable and the other brother, Big Bear, not so much. So, my parents decided to let me go look at them, just looking no buying.
When we pull into the drive of the house there are two black puppies in the yard, one was a female who was not one we wanted to look at but they thought she fit what we were looking for (except that I did not want a female) and then Little Bear. When we approached Little Bear, he slunk down cowering and peed on the ground. This was the one thing I knew I did not want as it is not a training issue but either they out grow it or it happens for ever with that dog. So I asked if we could just see Big Bear after all. The woman, in a wheel chair with a broken leg and arm in a sling, looks at her oldest son who looks back at her apprehensively as if he wanted nothing to do with going in to get this puppy. Giving in, he slips in the side garage door without letting us see inside, suspicious but I was getting to see the puppy.
All of a sudden we hear crashing, banging and the door begins to rattle. Something is desperately trying to get out of there. A little nervous my parents and I stood back a bit more as we saw the door open just a hair with the boy holding the door closed by putting his foot in front of it. A nose emerges between the door way and the door and without further warning, flings the door open sending the kid flying back into the garage. He comes tearing out of that doorway like a flash of lightning and runs up the stairs to the deck where the woman is sitting, nearly knocking her down the stairs head first, jumps up onto the tables they had lined up along the railing and runs up and down the line with his nosed glued to it as if he were on the trail of something and jumps down running back down the stairs barely missing the woman a second time. He then run a big loop around the yard as her 3 boys dive for him to try and catch him, runs a tight circle around each of my parents and then comes to a screeching halt into my shins nearly taking me out at the knees. I bent down and picked him up and he just melted in my arms. I knew right there, that was my dog. My moms eyes were about to pop out of her head from the scene she had just witnessed, a doggie tornado really.
I turned to her with a smile on my face bigger than any I had had before I said, "I want this one."
She was obviously in shock when she spoke, "Are you sure you want THAT one?" Her voice cracking slightly.
We all knew right then, that was my dog. We had just dove head first into the start of the horror story of the first 2.5 years with Harley.