Our dog was supposed to be a foster dog, (our second-ever foster). Actually, he wasn’t even supposed to be our foster…our previous foster had been adopted, so I was checking out the other dogs needing foster homes on the group website, and found a gorgeous female lab who played tug-of-war. I’ve always wanted a dog to play tug with, so I asked about her. They said she already had a foster lined up, but sent me a (very bad) photo of another dog needing a foster home. We picked him up that weekend.
He had very obviously been absued. He was a bit thin, but no real physical evidence of abuse. But he would NOT go up the stairs, (my husband had to carry him up the stairs the first couple days, and we’re talking a 70 pound dog, here). He was afraid of men, the taller the more he was afraid. Not terrified to the point of trembling in the corner, but definite avoidance and discomfort. If you made any sudden movements with your hand, or had something in your hand, he would tuck his tail and crouch submissively as if expecting to be hit. And he has the saddest. brown. eyes. Like, in the movie Blindside, the kid who plays Michael has this great talent for expressing sadness in his eyes…my husband says the kid must have taken lessons from our dog.
Despite this, he soooo badly wanted love and attention and affection….(wow…tearing up writing this; what a baby! LOL!). His second day with us, I looked into those sad eyes as I was petting him, me sitting on the couch and sitting him on the floor in front of me, leaning into my strokes, and told him, “I don’t think I can give you up.” My then-fiance-now-husband wasn’t sold so easily. He is a cat person, through and through. But Buddy won him over, too. The first time he said, “My dog,” (as in HIS dog), I got teary, (see, told you I was a baby!). Oh, he’s still a cat person, but he loves Buddy, who, by the way, loves EVERYBODY. Tall men included. DH has a couple friends who are over 6’3″ (DH is 6’1″), and despite his former fear of tall men, even when these guys come over, Buddy wants to be their best friend. He no longer cringes when you carry something in your hands, he RACES up and down the stairs, he is tolerant of children mobbing him…just an awesome, awesome dog, and I am so glad we adopted him. He STILL will NOT play tug, though! Ha!
Is it weird that I knew my dog was “the one” in less time than it took me to decide the same about my husband?