Wordless Wednesday: This is Patrick's 'I love you mommy' face. It still gets me every time.

Here Goes Nothing

I never thought I would be one of 'those' pet people.  The ones who buy sweaters and booties and make dog treats and buy special food and flash pictures faster than most parents...ok, so I still haven't gotten to the last part yet.  But if you ask, I have about 300 on my phone and I can share for hours.  I love my boy.  Really love my boy.  He did his circle thing and plopped down in the corner of my heart and that is where he will stay 'till death do us part.  And like all good romance stories it wasn't expected or, unfortunately for him..or maybe not really, even wanted.  So here is the story of 'Flex'.


'Flex' is a puppy mill puppy.  Who knows what his lineage is (though the pet store called him a Beagle/Boxer mix).  The only thing he was bred to do was look cute in a pet shop window so someone would buy him.  And lucky for him, someone did.  Out of the sometimes 25 'doggies in the window', he was deemed the sweetest and someone bought him, a cage, and a collar, gave him a name, and home he went.  He lived in a house with 2 adults, 1 teenager, and an 11 year old American Bull Dog female.  I am sure he received all kinds of love and attention.  He was too sociable to not have.  But one bad break up later, and 'Flex' found himself in that cage for most of the day.  He was left behind when she moved out and the guy tried to do the right thing and feed him, let him out to go to the bathroom and play with him some, and most importantly tried to give him a home until she could be located and asked if she wanted 'Flex' to come to her.   He honestly tried to do the ‘right’ thing.  Between teenage son, job, and older less puppy tolerant American Bulldog ‘Flex’ was being neglected.  It was time to find him a better home.  This is where I came in. Or more correctly my aunt.  Thanks to teenage sons in common, she met this puppy and vowed to find him a new home.  After weeks of trying, with no success he was heading to the shelter.  I was the last ditch effort to keep him from that fate, and I really didn't want another foster dog yet.  Shelters do a wonderful job finding homes or rescue groups for all the animals brought to their care.  I have known many animals from shelters and they are as loving and sweet as any animal from a breeder.  But it’s traumatic for the animal.  And if I could save ‘Flex’ from that, I felt I should.   This was to be a TEMPORARY solution.  Like any good foster mom, I was going to take him in, take him to the vet, and assess his personality…and then find him a nice home filled with people who would love him. 

The first thing I noticed about my new little friend was that he was very pink.  He was also extremely anxious so I figured that explained most of it.  He was skinny.  He was being fed ‘whatever the other dog ate’ and that also meant at and when the other dog was fed.  I am not sure he was getting enough food.  And the saddest thing I noticed, he has no idea who ‘Flex’ was.  Poor little guy had spent so much time alone in his cage, he didn’t even know his own name.  I knew we had a long road ahead of us to make things right for my new friend.

His first vet visit was actually via his surrogate aunt.  My sister brought him in to the first appointment we could get.  He was terrified but was a trooper for her.  What we learned has lead us to where we are today.  He might have Boxer in him somewhere (he does, if you spend time with him it really comes out), but he is most certainly a terrier mix mostly.  His muscle tone was very poor from being caged and fed an adult food most of his puppy life.  He was under weight by about 6 lbs which is a lot for a 30 lbs dog.   But her theory as to why came as a bit of a surprise: he is intolerant to gluten.  The food he was eating was actually making him sick.  And it had been for the whole year and a half he had been alive.  Super foster mom mode kicked in and after the initial prescription dog food to give his system a rest, we delved into the world of being grain free.  It took another 2 months to discover he was also allergic to corn.  The total number of foods he could eat dwindled quickly.  This road has been arduous at times.  He is a very picky eater.  Just because the label said he could eat it, doesn’t mean he would.  He’s not a fan of chicken, though he will eat it.  He hates fish.  Not crazy for venison or lamb.  It’s been a journey to arrive at healthy food he will eat.  I started this blog as an outlet and in hopes it might help someone else.  I was utterly overwhelmed by the information I found when I started, and not all of it was good.  I am not one for picketing Iams or Purina because they use inferior grade products in their foods.  I have known many dogs that lived long and healthy lives on their big brand food.  I am not a whole foods person who won’t eat anything processed and by extension and therefore my dog must have a raw diet as well.  I am a pretty run of the mill 9-5 kind of person who simply has to look at dog products in a different light because he can’t have most ‘normal’ dog things.  And I struggled to find people who understood that.  Not that there is anything wrong with ‘crunchy’ people as my crunchy friends would say.  They are great people.  They have wonderfully healthy pets.  But so do people who just want a healthy happy pet and can get that with a big brand food.  They wouldn’t exist if they didn’t work.  Unfortunately they didn’t work for my dog.  And yes, I say MY dog.  My foster lasted about 2 months before I was so smitten there was no way my new found friend was going to find a better home, he already had one.  And he has a new name, one that he ‘chose’ himself: Patrick.  He’s a wonderful, healthy, active, loving companion.  And this is our journey.