Boo, the girl from the wrong side of the tracks

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About 3 months after Sully came home our lawn mower decided it no longer wanted to cut grass. Since lawnmowers these days can cost quite a bit, I decided that we should shop around on craigslist, local yard sales, etc before we shelled out for a brand new one. Being a dog lover, I found myself perusing the pet section of craigslist. One particular ad made me sick to my stomach, the text was pretty ordinary, along the lines of “We want to sell this dog, she isn’t a good fit because of our kid’s being allergic”. That wasn’t so bad, what really got me were the pictures that accompanied the ad. The kids were all under the age of 5, and every picture had one of them climbing on, jumping on, or otherwise assaulting this 3-month-old puppy that looked completely miserable.

I felt an overwhelming need to rescue this poor dog. Not only could I tell from the ad that these people were not taking good care of her, I could picture in my mind the time when she finally had enough of the children treating her like a trampoline and bit one of them, which I could not have blamed her for, and ending up euthanized.

I decided that we could handle another dog and I mustered up my very best argument for when my girlfriend got home from work. Fortunately, none of it was needed, as soon as I showed her the ad she reacted exactly the same as I had.

Long story short, these were not the classiest people in the world, I refused to pay any money out of pocket for our girl so we struck a deal for some of my daughter’s old toddler toys, which the young lady desperately needed.

Boo turned out to be quite a handful. She was allowed to, quite literally, do anything she wanted at her old home. She ran the neighborhood off leash, all training was done through yelling and hitting, and she was a mess as a result. I remember on the way home from getting her she actually tried to jump out of the window of the car at least 4 times.

Fortunately for us, Sully was the picture of a role model for her. It probably took 3 months of positive reinforcement training with many setbacks and mistakes on my part(out of sheer frustration and anger) to get her to a point where her brain stopped being broken.

She went from a rowdy, bouncing off the walls, ball of chaos to the giant snuggle butt of a marshmallow that she is now, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world.