We got Bow in 2015. Bow, a Pyrenees/Golden Retriever mix, showed up on a friend's door step with an arrow in his hip. Apparently from things people heard that live in the area, a hunter was trying to get a shot at a deer, Bow scared the deer off and so the frustrated hunter shot Bow instead. My friend, could not keep him and he was too heavy for her to lift so we decided we would take him. He was not in very good shape when we picked him up. We took him to the Vet and got some immediate care for him and then began the work of trying to get his hip wound to heal and then the damaged sciatic nerve in his leg to heal. The tingling of the sciatic nerve caused Bow to keep chewing on his foot and the Vet wanted to amputate Bow's leg. I refused, and instead, I kept Bow's foot bandaged in the day and uncovered at night and had him wear a muzzle to sleep so he couldn't chew his foot. Three years later, and it took every bit of that time, Bow's sciatic nerve has healed, his foot is healed and he can run and play normally just like every other dog!
Our Great Dane, Daisy came to us through another friend who rescues Great Danes. She was in need of a home for the third time in her young life and so we picked her up and brought her home. She seemed depressed when we first got her and that is to be understood. She was getting used to us and trying to figure things out. As she learned about us, we learned about her and discovered her quirky and very Princess and childlike personality. Sometimes she acts like a spoiled toddler and other times more like a Princess but she is very very affectionate. She learned to get along with Bow and that she couldn't always have her way and now they are the best of friends.
Boss, came to us as a result of Hurricane Harvey. My son and daughter in law owned him but since they were evacuees and staying in a motel for such a long time, they could not keep him. We got Boss and he just has stayed with us. A Pug and Boston Terrier mix, he is quirky and funny and always on the go. I wish I had his energy! We also call him a "shopper" because he will grab anything you leave out that will fit in his mouth.
Last but not least, (except maybe in size) is our five pound black Pomeranian, Kona. I brought Kona home from the animal shelter in 2012. When the shelter picked him up he and his brother had been out on their own for some time and both had their fur so matted, that they had to be shaved to not only clean them up but find out if they were male or female. They had only a few rotten teeth left and had to have the remaining teeth pulled. The two dogs we were told, were about 12 years old. We brought home Kona and his brother, but the brother, Coffee, who had his side stitched up from a big dog bite wound, came down with pneumonia and died. Kona made it though and we still have him. If their age estimates were right, Kona is now 18 years old. He is totally blind and though he eats good, he mostly sleeps and then gets up a couple times a day and walks around in the room.
All four dogs, despite their quirks have been an immense blessing to me. I would not trade them for anything in the world, but keeping them has not been without its challenges. Bow ate one of my chairs, Boss tore up a pair of glasses, a flash drive and numerous other things, Daisy decided to chew on a couch, and Kona, as long as we have had him is still just a little bit un-trusting and has never been very affectionate. Even so, they all have permanent homes here and they have been more blessings than problems.
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