You certainly made a grand entrance into my life. I was purchasing groceries at Food Lion and you walked in through the automatic door three times. On the inside, you went from one person to another wagging your tail widely from side to side.
I had you vetted and neutered and hand-fed you for about two months. The food aggression subsided. I trained you in basic obedience and was pleasantly surprised at your intelligence and willingness to learn. Yet you still displayed some issues with other dogs so the training and socializing continued. I took you to an adoptathon in the mall when I thought you were "ready." Everyone walked past your big eyes and wagging tail to get a look at the little dogs. Well, this just wasn't your day. A few months later, I took you to your second adoptathon with the same result. Many little dogs had been applied for that day but, like before, you were overlooked. "Duke," I said, "I'm not putting you through this again. Let's go home."
It's been four years since then. You have taken me to new heights in training. You are show-ribbon ready to compete in agility, rally and obedience. We got this far because you are an athlete; you move like a dressage horse, jump like a gazelle and will do just about anything for a treat. You are the right dog for me and have gotten me into pretty decent shape keeping up with you. You've been fun and exasperating. You are the Fonz of the dog world and still misbehave with other dogs, but you are great with people and terrific for me.
So, my Found Hound, I'm glad that things worked out the way they did for us. There are no accidents and you and I are exactly where we are supposed to be. I thank you for giving me your best. I'm glad no one else saw the potential in you that I did else our story would have turned out much differently. You have lifted me up to a whole new dimension of training and enhanced the skills that I can pass on to my clients. Like so many rescues, you have your issues, but the challenges you've brought to me have strengthened our bond and my understanding of dogs like you.
RIP December 24, 2013 - lost you too young. Complications from surgery to remove an obstruction. So sad.