Vacation Souvenirs - By Adrienne
We finally have a new family member, meet Hunter! Go figure The Foreman would pick that name, but it is his dog and the name fits him. After many discussions about adopting a dog and the age and how it shouldn't matter, I gave in. He was set that we were getting a puppy. It's like banging your head against a brick wall with him. It was going to be his dog not mine, so I let him choose.
Hunter is a 6 month old Golden Retriever. We found him on Craigslist. At first I thought he was going to be an easy adoption, but soon found out differently. A private family placed an add for him, but said nothing about why they were looking for a new home. After several emails I learned enough that I didn't care how much his adoption fee was, I wanted him. It basically came down to him being an inconvenience for the husband. The husband didn't like him and thinks there is no place for any dog in his life, his families life and especially in his home. The wife was the one who wanted him and thought that when she brought him home, her husband would change his mind. WRONG! She was too busy with her 2 children to bother much with him herself. The kids liked him as most kids do, but really weren't allowed to be that close because the dad didn't think it was right. The husband wouldn't spend the money for a fenced yard or even invisible fence so he spent most of his day and all night in his crate. The wife did spend some time training him so he wouldn't bother her husband, so he does know some basic commands. But he is still a puppy, a little out of control and ALL BOY!
We took Stella with us to meet him and they got along great. She even played with him which she normally would never do in a strange place. So right away we felt it was a good match. They gave us all his stuff including his wire crate and a portable travel crate. Once we got him home I started noticing some things. He walks with a slight limp with his right hip, he's afraid to go up stairs, which is strange because they have a 2 story home. When I finally got him to go up the stairs, he tucked his tail between his legs and ran back down. He sat at the bottom and whined like he was waiting to be yelled at (or worse.) I sat on the floor with him for a while and I moved my hand passed his head and he shied away from me. He is a little aggressive with his food, so we'll have to work on that too. There was more going on in that house than they let on. They never let him have any soft toys, said it was too keep him away from the kids toys, so he's in heaven with all ours. But because he has never played with soft toys (all hard rubber), he tends to bite a little hard when you play with him. Retrievers are supposed to have a soft mouth, something else he is going to have to learn. He's like a baby that wants to put everything in his mouth. If he sees it, he picks it up. Right now he is learning to enjoy his new freedom and where he stands in the pack. I feel sorry for what he went through, but I'm happy that we are able to give him so much more.
We are all adjusting to the new addition and we have to remember not to leave things out for him to get into. It will take time, but we are excited to have him. Next is Daddy and Hunter classes!
posted by Adrienne at 7/08/2007 10:22:00 AM