|Blizzard learned to run after Rosie and wait for her to drop the ball. Rosie has a dainty little trot where as Blizzard holds nothing back and leaps and bounds around with his excessively long tongue lulling about. They are beautiful:)|
I am deleting one of my blogs today and moving some of the content over here to share the story of a special dog who really touched my life and broke my heart. He has gone on in his life and now has a new name and a very good, loving, consistent forever home about an hour away from me. I don't see him (once since he has gone to his new home) anymore, but feel very good about his new family and wish him the very best. He is a sweet and loving dog who had a bad start.
Anyway, instead of totally getting rid of Blizzard's story on the internet, I am seeing what I can move over here instead. It is something for me to come to whenever I need to see his picture and be reminded of his story. Whenever I need to grieve.
He is my lesson I have learned. Maybe I can help others with his story.
After going over the first two entries in Blizzard's blog, I notice there is a great lack of information to fill in the gaps left between entries. What I will do is fully move his blog over to this page and then go back and add details in.
|Blizzard ("Brindle Butt") watches for Rosie to drop the ball.|
|Blizzard at 8 weeks, when all his siblings were finding forever homes, he stayed put. Why?|
I had emailed them previously to inquire about a litter of pups, but none were left except this pup. I eyed him for several months before I actually sent an email.
(Will be posting here soon)
Everyone eagerly anticipated this pup's arrival!
Part 2- Dec. 2009: Blizzard Arrives in Maine
It was a Tuesday night when we picked Blizzard up at the Bangor In't Airport. Rosie was with me (of course) and my friend Page. We knew the poor dog had been in a crate on a plane for most of 11 hours, and it was now nighttime. The woman at the desk said he was there and she went back to get him. There she was carrying a huge crate in her arms because the crate had NO handles! He weighed 37 pounds at that point. I looked into the crate and saw that little white face I had seen in the many photos I'd seen.
We were excited to get Blizzard out of the lobby and outside so we could take him out of the crate and see what kind of a character was inside. I place a bandana I made especially for him around his neck and put him on the leash. I learned then that he pulls like a freight train. Indeed, he needed help learning how to heel!
|Rosie setting Blizzard straight with who the boss is and who calls the shots in this relationship. She can be so charming... NOT.|
|Blizzard meets the house cat, Lucky.|
It appeared he was terrified. His breeder agreed.
Blizzard's first trip was out for a run with the other dogs at Saxl Park. There was some frozen snow covering the field and sub-zero wind chill factor (a few days after arriving). Though he didn't feel comfortable around other dogs and would often go at them for no apparent reason inside the house, (leaving them afraid of him... accept for Rosie. He never touched her.) he seemed fine here.
I was able to take Blizzard out when we went to the field to let the dogs play off leash. I left him on a 20 ft. long-line. He did fine with the other dogs in this setting. He did beautifully on a loose long-line and didn't try to run off. There were no dog scuffles.
|Looking stunning in Plaid!|
|Blizzard at about 5 months all|
Away for Training
So after about a month or so, I found him another placement with a service dog acquaintance in MA who trains service dogs. My friend and I did the trip together, with Rosie and Blizzard as the only animals allowed on board for the trip. We were to share expenses, and they were ridiculously high. I ended paying for not only gas but also supper at a not so cheap restaurant, (but it was very good!) Blizzard got along with the two main dogs very easily while I was there and the three of them were out running around in the yard (all fenced in and large) playing chase. Rosie was allowed to join in which she kind of did while at the same time letting all the dogs know that her personal space was about 5 or 6 feet around her. With this placement, I was hoping that Blizzard could get some consistent training, and maybe even some TLC too. I wasn't even aiming for a service dog status for him at this point. I just wanted him to be a good pet for an active family. So it is about 2 months now since he has been there and recently I have heard NOTHING of his progress and the training she is doing with him, and no pictures of him have been sent to me for quite a few weeks. What is going on with my dog? Is he getting any better or worse? Is he learning anything at all? Is he going out on walks on a leash (because he really needs that)? AND...
|My husband, Rosie and Me at the beach in 2009|
Some options people might give me are not options for us. One is to get rid of Blizzard... Sell him (as a stud) and try to get my money back. Someone suggested. Give him up to a Border Collie Rescue. Not an option for me. First of all, he cost to damn much for me to just hand this guy over to strangers. Second, I want him, Third... even though they have never met, my husband wants this dog. He has fallen in love with a dog he has never met. Going to more foster homes isn't a different approach. Giving a pet away via humane sociely or rescues doesn't tend to look very good on a puppy application either (and leaves a sour taste in my mouth too).
I can only pray and beg that this move will take place very soon so I can just pick up Blizzard, put him in the car with all the other animals and drive off in to the sunset (literally).
Several days later, Blizzard was placed in another foster home. The people that took him in already had a big, older male Border Collie name Cedric, and were planning on adopting a 3 year old female Beagle in a few days. I was nervous when I took Blizzard over to meet the dog, but there were no problems. Not even a few days later with the new arrival of the Beagle. The foster even said that he was submissive to Cedric even. Blizzard would roll over on his back and lick Cedric's mouth and tried to initiate play with the dog.
|Waiting to go out to go potty|
Look Who Got Neutered or Blizzard's 1st Birthday
May 6th was Blizzard's first birthday.
|Playing in Bangor- The backyard|
|Blizzard sitting on my couch, acting like he really belonged there.|
|He seems at home.|
|Blizzard with his foster siblings. Number 6 is just out of site on the far left.|
|He is loved!|
Blizzard's First Weeks Back
|The GSD that Blizzard shared space with in Massachussets. Rather obnoxious dog really.|
|Rosie, Blizzard and myself posing for our first group photo since January.|
|Rosie and Blizzard strike a pose on the first day out with Blizzard.|
|Blizzard sleeps at my apartment... tongue sticking out|
|Blizzard and Rosie pose for a photo during a romp in the field.|
|Blizzard can prance like a show dog!|
|Full speed ahead!|
|Wet dog found a place to sniff around and dry off.|
|Waiting for Rosie to swim in.|
|From a dry place, Blizzard watches Rosie retrieve a ball in the river.|
|Partners in Crime... Just where they need to be! The child and|
dog are there willingly, and just for the photo. Notice how they look alike!
|I wish NO MORE KENNELS for Blizard|
|It would be Blizzard's eyes that would get me most as I saw him off in the back of the volunteer's truck.|
Update on 7/2010