If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that there is someone for every dog. Even if you could not possibly understand how someone could live with the snorting pug/the yelping chihuahua/the loud Dobie, someone else not only understands, but adores it.
Skippy came in for one last visit today.
I had offered to get him caught up on his boosters for his new owners, one last time to see him before he headed off into the great wide yonder. When last I saw him, he was a vaguely Yoda-like creature (or maybe Salacious Crumb would be a better descriptor?) heading out the door with nary a glance over his shoulder.
He arrived today looking like this:
He’s cute! He looks like a real Maltipoo now! Not sure why he looks so scared. Maybe he thinks he is about to be strangled?
I went in to greet him and his owners, who are so cute and sweet. Skippy was sitting in his mom’s arms. I gushed, “Hey Skippy! Remember me?” and reached my arms out for a hug.
He turned around and buried his head in his mom’s elbow.
His mom gasped in embarrassment, and I admit to being a bit nonplussed- I mean, come on kid, you have no idea what I went through for you- but truth be told I was also very happy. Happy that he had so thoroughly bonded with his family, and they to him.
I could see in the way they spoke to him that the adoration was mutual. He was to them was Emmett was and I hope Brody will be to me, a perfect fit. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
Except a teeny bit of gratitude, I suppose.
In retaliation I gave him a Bordetella vaccine and cleaned his ears. No wonder he doesn’t like me. Don’t worry Skippy, you’ll be transferring to their regular vet from now on and I will be but a vague bad memory. 🙂
So glad Skippy is doing so well!
Yay for an extra happy ending for Skippy! 🙂
Same thing happened with the cat Matt rescued (from drug addicts who had apparently abandoned her)! We gave her to our next door neighbors, who adore her, and now she won’t give Matt the time of day.
Glad to hear Skippy is doing well.
Now that you mention it, my mother’s cat- who I convinced to take in as a stray since she was so sweet and cute- is now a hellion she-devil who hates me.
:o) I’ve had this happen several times with former foster cats, that I went to visit in their new homes. They ran and hid when they saw me. The gratitude! Apparently they were thinking, “omg, I don’t want to go back to that crazy house with 12 other cats! I like it here where I am the center of attention and love!” Oh well, just knowing they are happy is the reward for me. And you did a great thing by finding the perfect home for Skippy.
what a difference hair makes!! hehe good to see he’s got a nice home 🙂