This is Lily. She’s a 105-pound Boxer mixed with something bigger…American Bulldog/Mastiff, maybe? I would love to get her DNA tested when I can afford it. When I rescued her from the Walton County Animal Shelter, she was 60 pounds and had cigarette burns all over her belly and paws. Below is the first picture I ever saw of her and I FELL IN LOVE. I met with her foster mom and adopted her the same hour I saw her and I’ve never regretted in in the past 4 years. She’s my guard dog, my love dog.
After I’d had Lily for about 6 months, I noticed she wasn’t very social. In fact, she was female dominant aggressive when I took her to the dog park. No other female dog could sniff her, drink water near her, or play with her. She snapped and growled. The first day I showed her to my family, she bit their female dog. I thought, “what did I just do? Here I have this dog that’s going to be a problem.” She would gobble her two cups of food up within 5 seconds because she had learned in the shelter that it’s literally a dog-eat-dog world.
But, I wasn’t giving up on her. I knew she was young enough to be trained still and that she’d been abused. So a little reaction out of fear and not being socialized was normal.
So I decided she needed a companion, preferably one that wouldn’t challenge her physically and a male since she had some dominance issues. So I looked at another rescue that had a pregnant mother dog who had just given birth to three puppies. One of them was my Buddy Man. I took him home when he was only 8 weeks old, gave him all his shots and loved the hell out of him. I’m not sure to this day what kind of breed he is. I was told he was a Chi-Poo (Chihuahua mixed with toy Poodle). As he grew bigger, he looked way more Yorkie though. Bottom line, after 4 years, he’s 8 pounds of pure love.
To this day, he is the smartest, most affectionate dog I’ve ever owned. He’ll chase his tail on command and he knows the difference between left, right and straight—which is more than I can say for his owner. And he helped Lily. Both of them attended classes at Petsmart and thrived under the instruction by the trainers.
The most important part of this story isn’t necessarily how I rescued them. They TRULY did rescue me. I had just lost a job that meant a lot to me because the boss was a pretentious asshole criminal who I reported to the police for skimming money from a special education program at the christian school where I worked. My contract was not renewed because I stood up for those kids and went against the establishment. I spiraled into a deep depression, never wanting to get out of bed, hang out with friends, go to church or restaurants. I just wanted to be in the dark, in bed and not talk to anyone. Funny things happen to people in the dark in bed…they go on the internet. You’re probably reading this in bed in the dark right now. Well, I stumbled upon Craigslist and found my Lily girl. The rest is history. It was a match made in heaven. She got me up and exercising, exploring the world around me, taking care of something, and appreciating that I was ALIVE and had a beautiful little soul to live for.
I’m so glad to be able to share tips and adventures with you. These two munchkins are my inspiration. Please share your dogs, cats, rabbits, fish, turtles, elephants, WHATEVER with me. I want to see their smushy faces!