Military Working Dogs. I adopted one last year. Her name is Élan, read Ellen. Our first meeting was memorable, I had treats in my hand and she lapped them out of my hand without one touch of a tooth. I brought her a Kong, she ripped it out out of my hand with joy. I had flown into Orlando after qualifying to adopt her. It was our first meeting. She took to me and I her.
She was a hard case, 10 years old with arthritis and hip problems, I knew they would put her down if she wasn't adopted. An only dog, aka no other dog in the house she was hard to adopt out. I knew she was the type they would destroy, not wanting to feed, house and care for a dog at the end of her usefulness. I rented an SUV for the drive back to Houston and we had a nice three days getting to know each other. I never had a dog that was trained to obey.
We have been together for a year now, I spoil her and she obeys her commands when she feels like listening, oh, they did tell me she could be "willful". They told me she was an only dog, I thought sole dog in the house. No she means " only dog in the world!", it reminds me of the movie Training Day, she barks "King Kong ain't got nothing on me!".
I love her to death and could not imagine my life without her. She is my shadow, my protector. I am her sugar daddy, spoiling her with the things I know she had been denied. She spent 6 years in Iraq, 4 in Afghanistan and I hope her last memories are of ice cream and cookies for dessert after dinner, a warm bed and a grateful owner who worships her. I hope to see her when I cross the bar.
She was a hard case, 10 years old with arthritis and hip problems, I knew they would put her down if she wasn't adopted. An only dog, aka no other dog in the house she was hard to adopt out. I knew she was the type they would destroy, not wanting to feed, house and care for a dog at the end of her usefulness. I rented an SUV for the drive back to Houston and we had a nice three days getting to know each other. I never had a dog that was trained to obey.
We have been together for a year now, I spoil her and she obeys her commands when she feels like listening, oh, they did tell me she could be "willful". They told me she was an only dog, I thought sole dog in the house. No she means " only dog in the world!", it reminds me of the movie Training Day, she barks "King Kong ain't got nothing on me!".
I love her to death and could not imagine my life without her. She is my shadow, my protector. I am her sugar daddy, spoiling her with the things I know she had been denied. She spent 6 years in Iraq, 4 in Afghanistan and I hope her last memories are of ice cream and cookies for dessert after dinner, a warm bed and a grateful owner who worships her. I hope to see her when I cross the bar.
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