When we adopted him, he had no place to stay that night [View all]

[Omaha Steve]

The story begins when I got an email from a friend. She sends all her friends photos of animals that need to be adopted from the local rescue groups. I showed it to Marta.



We weren't looking for a dog at the time. But something about the look on his face got our attention. We phoned the Homeward Bound in the Heartland rescue group: http://homewardboundintheheartland.info/

They told us Dug was left behind when his owners moved out. No food or water. IF the landlord had not checked the property and found Dug,...

Now we were paying attention. They went on to say he had been adopted but didn't get along with their young son. We wondered if his previous home had a child that might have been abusive. We didn't have any kids so no problem.

They then said he was being returned that afternoon. The foster homes were all full up. She couldn't keep him at her place because Dug didn't get along with her dog. We went to look him over. That was June 10, 2010. The rest is history. He has a loving forever home.

He didn't know what jealousy was when he got here. He learned very fast as he watched our other dogs with us. He spends most of his time evenly between both of us.

The reason I'm posting is the photo at the bottom from today.

After just a day or two with us. Like me, he has put on a few pounds since then.


He has no problem getting along with our granddaughter. He sneaks her a kiss as she watches TV in 3D glasses.


All three of our dogs are kissers. All three are rescues. Sweetie's story is here: http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=132x3581271
Sweetie.


Dug asleep on my lap in my recliner.


Sharing my lap with Luka a few weeks ago. They are both on my lap as I write this. Luka is under his blanket. Dug rolled over for a chest rub.


Luka before age put a lot of white hair on his face. We almost lost him 2 weeks ago. The vet did an emergency procedure and he is fine today. Named after a young abused boy that lived on the second floor.


It is a good day when my dementia let's me write like the old days from time to time. I miss it when I can't

Today I went to the BIG 10 baseball tournament final. Marta sent me this picture of him waiting for me to come home.

OS