Tales of Rescued Dogs

In early 2005, I decided to add a new dog to my life. Having grown up with dogs, I was fond of mutts, and more than happy with whatever new dog should inhabit my life. And then fate stepped in.

A friend of mine owned australian shepherds, a breed with which I wasn't very familiar, but thought was beautiful and intellegent. After spending a while talking with my friend, she convinced me to look into rescuing an aussie. My search began immediately, but tentatively. I still wasn't sure what I was looking for, I just knew I wanted to save something. I've always been a fan of second chances, and so I decided to give one.

I was informed through my work (an emergency vet clinic) that there was a veterinary technician training program that had some aussies up for adoption after the end of the year that'd been used as training animals. I figured that this was as good a place as any to start my search, and so I went to meet one of them.

Upon arrival, I asked about the aussies, and was told that there was only one left up for adoption, a three year old, and that he was a bit of a problem boy. He'd been brought in, along with two of his brothers, and relinquished by a puppymiller to the program. He was severely undersocialized, had a blind spot in his right eye, and had some problems breathing due to the breeder debarking him. Being stubborn, I asked to meet him anyhow, and was shown to a fenced area behind the building to wait for him.

Dru's Tale Continued