A little more about me
Last night dad asked mom if she was keeping my blog updated…(you are so busted mama!)
So Jake was adopted and taken to his new home right away.
No road is ever straight…right dad?
I was not adopted and went through three foster homes in my first year of life.
I don’t like to remember what happened my first year, I lost my front left paw
after I was born. I went through some foster parents and returned back, however
I did so love my last foster mom a lot! She was so nice and lived out in the
desert with a lot of other dogs. I wouldn’t let anyone catch me but her and was free to
do pretty much whatever I wanted!
Meanwhile-dad and mom were wondering what
happened to me and discussed many times that they should have adopted me too.
A few months ago mama was reading a book about a Search and Rescue dog, looked up the S&R website and read some wonderful
stories about brave dogs and their awesome handlers. One thing leads to another
and she is looking at dogs up for adoption that didn’t make the S&R cut. Then there is link to a local rescue group that they adopted Jake from. “click” She scrolls down….and there is my picture! She is so excited; she sends dad a text message, “I think I found Jake’s brother!” Dad says “thank goodness! Go.Get.Him!” She calls the rescue group’s phone and leaves desperate messages. She sends e-mails to the rescue group. Two times she shows up at the rescue groups adoption events and starts
to get aggressive. “GRRRRR! We want this dog!” She becomes a big pest to everyone involved. They try to warn her, he has many issues, missing paw, HATES men, you can’t catch him, or pick him up. He is fearful and shy and will run away. Mom says “that’s OK – don’t forget, I have his brother, he had many of the same issues.” (‘cept Jake bonded with dad within hours.) So mom
drives out to meet me and my foster mom. I don’t know what is going on but nobody is going to touch me! I don’t even look at this lady who THINKS she is going to take me to her house! She sees how I get along on my three paws and that I am pretty darn cute. She and my foster mom talk for a long, long time. New mom says she wants me and I will fit into her family. I don’t think so! I
will show them! During the next week, I get a vet exam, shots; new mom fills out paperwork so she can bring me to the new home by the Labor Day weekend. She hears new dad is trying to get home for the long weekend too. (She hasn’t seen
him for two months) Then everything goes through as mom planned and the rescue group calls her and says Congratulations, Cubby is yours! They also tell her they are 99% sure I am Jake’s brother. I am the only Tripawd they have ever had in the rescue group. So Thursday night September 1st – mom goes out and buys me a crate and bed and other stuff. Friday after work, she picks me up. Dad got off work and is home with the Roo Brothers waiting for me. Mom pulls up in front of the house; I throw up in my crate. Dad comes out to help. I’m about to meet my fur brothers for the first time and I am so scared and nervous!
