My Vet. called me a wuss, so I'm gonna tell the story and y'all decide.
I know this forum is about hunting dogs, and this puppy can hunt, a bowl of dog food.
Two weeks ago I was going to see my mother in the nursing home. I stoped about 10 miles from the house to put some trash in a dumpster. This puppy comes out from under some old tires piled up and barks at me, but won't let me near him. He looks to be only 2 or 3 months old and just skin and bones, some fool has thrown him out there, I'd like to meet that idiot. This was about 10 a.m, I got home about 3 p.m.
I got to thinking about him, so I filled a bowl with dog food, got another one and a bottle of water. My thinking was, at least he can die with a full stomach. When I got back to him I set the bowls down with food and water. He would run out from under the tires like a little rat, grab a mouth full of feed, run back under the tires, I could see he was swallowing the food whole, starving to death. I tried to approach him, and he would bark at me, grab more feed and run. I decided I couldn't get near him and couldn't believe he would bark at me as young as he was, anyway, I swear, I walked around my truck to leave, he came around behind me and barked again, I squatted down and he came to me. I couldn't leave him, just wanting to be loved I guess, so I put him in the back of my truck and brought him home. After my other dogs scared him to death he settled down, and the rest is history.
I took him back for his 2 week check up and he had already gained 5 pounds, not fat, height. His hair is starting grow out some and the Vet thinks he may have some german shepperd in him because of his markings, I don't care what he is, he has a home now. He now follows me every where, sleeps in my lap, and loves to go with me in my boat when I'm fishing.
I started to name him Dumpster, but thought I would sound stupid yelling for Dumpster in public, so I named him Tramp.
So after 20 years, my Vet. don't know squat about me!
dog1
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You are truly a fine person. You can tell a lot about a person by their attitude in situations like this. Thanks for the story. My very best wishes for you and Tramp.
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Doc E &
HR UH MHR WR SR Black Forest Casey &
HRCH HR UH Sauk River Friar Tucker (titled at 12.5 months)
I think Doc E said it very well . . . "You can tell a lot about a person by their attitude in situations like this." This little guy has already stollen your heart. Love him to pieces and he'll be your best friend for ever.
Keep up the good work. Someone is always watching.
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"Downsize government - all government!"
I must be a wuss also. I would have done the exact same thing. I have done the same in the past, and I'm sure it will happen in the future. We have two dogs right now. One is my coonhound, and the other is a mut I picked up. He is a great dog. Just had a rough start in life. When we found him, he was aprox. 2 months old. Nothing but skin and bone. And someone had cut him up bad. He also has a chronic ear problem, one he will have for the rest of his life. My wife and I figured up, over the 5 years we have had him, we have paid close to $4,000 in vet bills, medication, specialists, ect. But, we wouldn't trade him for anything. Good job on doing the right thing.
a favorite quote....
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
MARK TWAIN
- Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar
My Vet. called me a wuss!
