Our dogs are rescue dogs. I’m thinking I want to do an adoption post next week. I don’t want to wait long, since dogs come and go through the system every day. Maybe Tuesday at the latest. I’ll be scouring the blogs, looking for adoptable dogs. But I’d love it if you’d send me links, too, if that’s your doggy heartbeat.
My own dogs are rescue dogs. I know y’all have never seen them before and have no idea how gorgeous they are. *wink*
Brother and sister, Flash and Patches look a lot like their Aussie mama
Flash and Patches, if you don’t know their story, are litter mates. Their mama was an Australian shepherd and their daddy was the German shepherd who got in under the fence while mama was in heat. Naughty boy. The woman who originally chose these two did so because her family had always had Aussies and these two looked the most like Australian shepherds.
We got Flash and Patches when they were three years old, a month after our twelve year old Aussie died with bone cancer. Our new babies were products of a broken home, but also bullying. The neighbor teased them constantly, but he also called the police one day when they escaped their fence (they learned a thing or two from their old man), and said that he’d been bitten. The dogs barked at the officer, protecting their yard, and he shot, hitting Flash in the shoulder. The dogs hadn’t bitten anyone. The neighbor was just mean and had lied. But it was the beginning of the end, and eventually my babies wound up with our family.
We love them.
Oh no. We don’t pamper our pooches. We don’t love them at ALL.
One of my all-time favorite things about having pre-owned, or used, dogs, is that they came trained. The Babies were house broken, knew come, sit, stay, down, high five. Flash catches a mean Frisbee. And they keep each other company. Of course, I’ve spoiled these well trained dogs in the past seven years. But that’s beside the point.
Our first Aussie baby, Clee-o, as a puppy
I know that not all adopted dogs are so well trained. Not all are so loving and clingy (Flashy is my shadow). Adopting isn’t for every family. But it sure is a good thing for the dogs, and for a lot of families who may never have considered it. So think about rescuing some poor baby dog who just needs a good family and love. And training. And patience. Think about it. Next week I’ll be posting rescue dogs from all over the country. Think about taking one into your home?
I’ll be talking more, next week, about what it takes to be an adopting home. It’s not a cake walk. But I know you’re up to the challenge. 
Until I write again …
Flea
