Tales of Rescued Dogs

I saw a small, dilute blue merle dog dragging a woman on leash towards the fenced area I was in. He kept his head down, and when he saw me, fell to the ground and peed all over himself in fear. I could tell this was going to be a challenge.

I sat down on the ground and waited, and was finally rewarded with his coming over and sniffing at me. Clearly terrified, I kept my hands to myself, and let him do all the work. After a short while, he became comfortable enough with me to bump himself against my back, and demand I pet him. His little tailless butt began to wiggle, and my heart was lost.

His name was Dru, and I was in love.

So here we are, a year later, and he's grown in leaps and bounds. Still fearful of new situations, but he warms up double-time. He goes herding, is in obedience classes, and has several dog friends that makes him wiggle like a dervish. When he plays, he prances like a show dog, and I can just tell that he feels like he's the luckiest guy in the world. And I'm the luckiest gal in the world for finding him.

~ Kate