Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Day 4, Could you please tell me everything you know about a dog that my daughter adopted?

I leash and walk Damon in the morning through the woods again, he is doing really well, so let’s see how he does without one. (This is not recommended for owners in parks, cities, etc… or for any dog owner who has no control over their dog, and definitely never an aggressive one) Since I don’t have many close neighbors and he has acres to run, we see if he can follow commands to return. Here goes. Damon sit! He sits and I take off the leash. Go! And he is more than happy to oblige, darting in and out of the forest, sprinting, chasing Mason. Damon! Mason! Come! Mason runs back and Damon follows. I pet and praise them both, “good boys!” Go! Damon is very happy exploring and smelling everything. Damon! Mason! Come! Mason runs back and Damon…crap. Damon, Damon! Come! He comes back, but apparently deer piss is just too great a smell to have to leave. Yuk! This same process, with and without the leash is repeated…EVERYDAY! Even if a dog is trained, they need constant reminding. I think of it as my children when they were 2 and 3 (and as teenagers) if they can test the boundaries…they will. I call the Friends for animals place after reviewing the paper work and ask them if they can please tell me more about Damon. They tell me he is still on their Face book page and that the previous owner even commented about it being her former dog. She tells me that the previous owner had trained him and that he knew Sit, Stay, Leave it, and a few others. The owner had to move and was in college and could not take the dog, so someone else told her that they would take care of him, but instead after a day or two took him to the pound. He would have been euthanized if it were not for Friends of Animals who realized he was trained and a good, healthy dog and took him to their no kill shelter. He was there for about a month before my daughter adopted him. I called “Nameless” (we are thinking of giving her, her name back) to get on Face book and see if she can contact the former owner to ask if Damon had any medical problems, exactly what kind of training, etc… anything she can find out. She found a few pictures, and is still waiting to hear back from the girl. In the meantime I go to our local vet and make an appointment for Damon. They copy all the paperwork and as I get in the car to come home, I realize that we also have become very attached to Damon in just a few days.

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