His name was Andy. He was a 3 year old "owner surrender" who spent his life tied up in a backyard. The reason for his surrender? "The other dogs didn't like him." Health issues unknown. Diet: Anything. Good with kids? Yes. Housetrained? Unknown, tied outside. Vaccinations: No. In other words, he was the typical owner surrender. A dog, once an adorable little puppy, grew into something that required responsibility. Someone's possession and not a family member. A thing that was tied up that didn't eat until someone remembered to feed him.
I guess what attracted me to him was that he wasn't like the other dogs, barking and whining for someone to pick them. Instead he was slumped on the floor of his kennel, his eyes fixed in a daze. "Can I see him?" I asked. The friendly volunteer grinned and headed toward Andy's cage. "You know," he said, "This guy doesn't do much. He just lays there."
My 2 year old son, Sean, reached out to pet him and the dog's reaction sold me. He gently gave Sean a lick on his cheek and dropped onto his back.
Thanks to the movie, Finding Nemo, Andy is now named Bruce. He is a 3 year old Bloodhound/Catahoula Leopard Dog mix (had him DNA tested!) with severe hip and elbow dysplasia. He has gone through laser therapy (which I will happily blog about) and is on glucosamine supplements. He is a very happy hound dog.
You'll get to read more about Bruce and others like him in this blog. :)