Jack and Scout. Buddies since they first met. My rescue dogs. But who rescued who?
Honestly, I physically rescued them but they mentally and emotionally rescued me. Dogs, what great huge kind souls and unconditional love they encompass. There are no bad dogs, only bad owners, or bad circumstances. We should understand that as humans right? Any trauma changes you, so of course it changes dogs (and any animals) as well.
Jack is my baby.
Jack and I met when he was only 8 months old. I actually purchased him and after the fact realized it was basically a puppy mill. At that time in my life I really didn’t know what a puppy mill was and when the lady told me his name was Jack (my father’s AND son’s names) I had to take him. A couple of days later, at a vet visit, I learned he had double ear infections, worms, bacteria on his skin, and eye issues. After getting him to a specialty eye vet I learned he needed surgery. He’s had two eye surgeries and it’s kept him from going totally blind. He’s 10.5 years old now, and the vet says probably sees only 20% of what he should. He’s the sweetest and most laid back dog you’d ever want to meet. I can’t imagine life without him. I even have a dog stroller for him (yes, I’m one of THOSE people). He hasn’t cared for it too much yet but if/when his eyesight totally goes then he might like it. And I’ll be his eyes, for as long as he needs.
And once upon a time here came Scout.
When we lived in San Antonio Scout arrived at our house after Mark (a.k.a hubby) saw him trying to cross a busy intersection. Mark pulled the car over, jumped out, and grabbed Scout right before a truck hit him. His collar had a phone number on it. So we called the number and a few hours later his “owner” arrived. Scout did NOT want to go with her, but we thought it was her dog and that was that. Few days later Scout showed up at our house. We called again, she picked him up again, but at this time told us she was fostering him. Well, Scout left with her again. About 3 weeks later I was getting out of my car and while leaning into my car to get my purse, something goosed me! I jumped up and around and guess who?!? There was Scout but THIS time without his collar. We never knew if she took it off and just let him run wild or he got it off. Didn’t matter. We didn’t know where she lived and she never came looking for him. We debated on what to do but while we were debating, Scout laid down on the deck outside, in the sun, with that dog smile “I’m so happy in the warm sun” thing going on so we decided on a name and he’s been with us since. Apparently he’s a Schnauzer Poodle mix called a Schnoodle. He had obviously been beaten at some point in his life, and it took work to get him over that. But he never leaves my side. They say pets that have experienced trauma tend to gravitate towards humans that have experienced trauma. I guess we are two peas in a pod. Scout, my constant companion, protector, and best friend.
Jack looking totally humiliated as I’m getting him ready for the Halloween pet costume contest.
It’s hard to get a picture of Scout. He does NOT want to be still for the camera. But that face and those eyes. He touches my soul. And even though he’s been skunked twice and quelled once (hence his nickname Trouble) he still fills my heart with joy everyday.
♥ Oh what a beautiful world it would be if people had hearts like dogs. ♥