Rescue Success Stories - Bloo and Sara
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The Story of Bloo
was looking for a new member of my family since my 15-year-old
American Eskimo died last year. After Hurricane Katrina, I
signed up to be a foster parent. There were a couple of Siberian
Huskies that I thought I was going to be asked to foster, but
found other placement before it came to fruition.
I had decided to go to another
shelter to meet a few dogs, and get a feel for who I was looking
for. I was thinking a female, but you never know who will steal
your heart. There was a young female who I was very fond of, her
name was Lucy, and I sure hope she found a home.
As I was leaving this other shelter, I found that I had a voice
mail on my cell phone. As I listened to the voice, I knew
everything happens for a reason.
Debbie, from A New Leash on
Life, was telling me all about this Husky that wasn't from the
hurricane rescue, was living right here in my hometown, but was
in desperate need for a home. I agreed to go and meet him that
night. I took two friends with me, and we all fell in love
name is Bloo, and he had quite the life story. You see? His
caretaker at the time was a disabled elderly lady who could
barely take care of herself. One of her family members had come
to visit, and left the dog when they departed. Bloo had been
chained to this woman's porch for the better part of his life -
only 6 feet of chain, and the woman's son was famous for parking
his beat-up car right in the middle of his 6 foot radius.
The lady was very kind to him,
certainly not a rich woman and not strong enough to care for
such a big dog. She'd been asking for help to re-home him for
many months, and I know she tried to do the best she could.
We expected his spirit to be broken, or fearful of people, or
overly aggressive. I mean, I would have more issues than The
Reader's Digest if I'd been chained up that long!
However, when we arrived, Bloo
discarded all of our concerns. If I could translate his
'Bloo-speak, I would bet he said "PEOPLE! I LOVE PEOPLE! PEOPLE,
PEOPLE, PEOPLE!" He was so loving and funny, that I never had a
chance. He stole my heart from the very first time I met
him! As I left him there that night, I couldn't stop thinking
about him. It was so hard to leave him there, even just for one
more night. I cried and cried. I even dreamed about the
big ole boy!
The next day, I called Debbie (the foster agency), and asked if
I could pick him up that day, and she agreed. I picked up
Bloo from his previous caretaker's house on my lunch hour, and
took him for his first vet visit. The poor guy was so dirty, I
thought he had some brown fur mixed with the black and white!
His skin was really scabby and flaky, and he only weighed about
He had a physical exam, a bath,
vaccinations, and everything else he needed to come home with
me. After work, I went back to pick him up, and he was so happy
to see me! When we got him home, we realized that the rope that
had chained him for so long was still around his neck, lost in
all that fur. It was so tight, we had to cut it off. I still
have it, and I look at it sometimes and remind myself just how
far he's come.
After the vet visit, I stayed home with him for 4 days (it was a
holiday weekend). During that time, I found out just what a
lover he was! When I sat down at the toy box trying to
determine what kind of toys he might like, he came over to me,
lay down between me and the toy box and put his head right in my
lap, exposing his belly for some love! He didn't want the toys.
He just wanted hugs and kisses. Of course, I obliged.
Within 2 weeks, he had become
fast friends with his new brother - my 10-year-old Pomeranian
'Bandit', found a sister in 'Ellie' (my neighbor's German
Shepherd) and became "fence buddies" with 'Ky' - the Welsh Corgi
Well, needless to say, I had to let Debbie know that the jig was
up. I was no longer interested in fostering Bloo. I wanted
him to stay forever! She was happy for us both, and I will
always be grateful that the other canine prospects didn't work
out because I know now that Bloo was meant to be with me, and I
was meant to be with him!
He's gained plenty of weight
(because his Mommy is definitely qualified to fatten up a dog!)
and now we can't feel his ribs or backbone anymore. His skin and
fur shed completely out before it came back thick, shiny, soft
There's only one thing he's not
good at - being a watchdog! He's way too friendly for that!
He'll talk you to death while you steal my TV! He's really great
at everything else - he learned everything so fast! He learned
the doggie door in no time. He learned sit, down, stay,
and come faster than I ever expected! He's so friendly with
visitors, I never have to worry.
He talks a lot, and he's quite
the conversationalist, but he has opinions on EVERYTHING! He's
definitely a ham, and a camera hog, but the best thing is his
spirit. He is just so happy to be alive that it shows in his
face every minute of every day. Heck, he was happy to be alive
even when he was chained up!
We could all take a lesson from
Bloo - happiness is a choice, a state of mind, not the result of
your current circumstances.
Then last summer, Bloo adopted his own puppy. He was so under
socialized that most dogs were scared of all his talking. I
picked up a rescue, who was SUPPOSED to go to the shelter the
next day, and they fell in love that night. The next morning,
she went to the vet for her shots, instead. Her name is 'Kiva',
and she's a Malamute mix.
She's gorgeous, and Bloo's
drool stains have all but disappeared! You see, no boyfriend of
hers will have drool stains, so she cleans them every night. His
ears and face too. He grumbles a little, but if she stops, he
stretches over to her. It's so sweet, they really are in love!