Dead Dog Walking Pit Bull Rescue
A 501(c)(3) Non-Profit Organization
The Dalles, OR
Email: kayesmith@charter.net
Copyright © 2008-2009 All Rights Reserved
A 501(c)(3) Non-Profit Organization
The Dalles, OR
Email: kayesmith@charter.net
Copyright © 2008-2009 All Rights Reserved
The ad read; “Free to a good home.” The woman was desperate, and for some unknown reason she needed to re-home her amazing, kind, and loving young Pit Bull. Times are not easy for our Pit Bulls. Re-homing an adult Pit Bull to a responsible loving home is nearly impossible. Taz waited, and the man finally came.
He was tattooed, and rough around the edges. Life had not been too kind for the man. His whole life he had loved and cared for dogs, but this time was different. This time he had the lifestyle, the money, and the means to finally care for a dog properly. The ad in the paper came at the right time, he was ready, this man, the time was right. He gathered his wife, and responded to the ad.
The lady was apprehensive. She wanted the young dog to have the best home. She wanted to make sure that this young intelligent soul would not be used for the wrong reasons. She pleaded with the man and wife to be kind to her four legged kid. The man promised that all he wanted was a nice companion……perhaps a fishing buddy, in the end definitely a best friend. So, the meeting was over, and the innocent young Pit Bull left the only family he had known, and entered into a very new chapter of his life.
The first day was a challenge. The young pup was not neutered yet, and he had many things to still learn. Perhaps the young lad wanted to ‘test’ his new dad. His first outing and misbehaving got the young dog in big trouble. Going through a screen door and chasing a young child, led the cocky dog into much nuisance. Instead of wishing to ‘dump’ the dog immediately, the man stuck it out. He worked with the teenage boisterous child, and the two formed a bond………..a very tight bond.
Pit Bulls and this man have much in common. Both are misunderstood. Both are extremely loyal, and so it is of no surprise that the two soon became one. Wherever the man was his dog was soon to follow. It was in those times that the man learned a very valuable lesson. The man held a dark secret. He did not want to admit, but throughout life he had learned certain skills to deal with life difficulties. He turned to the bottle, and alcohol was the best way he knew how to run from things. Alcohol helped make life better for the man.
One dark and cold night the man and the dog found themselves out far from home. Running again from things he did not want to feel, the man and his dog found friends to share their common bond. The night grew late, and time had no meaning. Morning came, the sun arose and the man was home. How he had gotten there he does not remember. To this day what he does remember is waking up and not finding his dog. His friend, his best friend was nowhere in sight. Making promises no doubt to God above, the man swore the bottle and the alcohol would be forever gone IF only he could find his best friend. Looking frantically throughout the home the man found his dog. He was sleeping soundly; he had no idea why his master was crying. Going to his dad, and kissing his face, the dog, this Pit Bull said it all; “I love you, and I forgive you.” From that day forward, alcohol has been a thing of the past. The young Pit Bull is now nearly four years old. The man, Barry, well, he is several years older, and sober.
Merry Christmas to my dear friend, and his very best friend! Thanks, Taz for helping dad find the way!
Kaye
Christmas 2005
He was tattooed, and rough around the edges. Life had not been too kind for the man. His whole life he had loved and cared for dogs, but this time was different. This time he had the lifestyle, the money, and the means to finally care for a dog properly. The ad in the paper came at the right time, he was ready, this man, the time was right. He gathered his wife, and responded to the ad.
The lady was apprehensive. She wanted the young dog to have the best home. She wanted to make sure that this young intelligent soul would not be used for the wrong reasons. She pleaded with the man and wife to be kind to her four legged kid. The man promised that all he wanted was a nice companion……perhaps a fishing buddy, in the end definitely a best friend. So, the meeting was over, and the innocent young Pit Bull left the only family he had known, and entered into a very new chapter of his life.
The first day was a challenge. The young pup was not neutered yet, and he had many things to still learn. Perhaps the young lad wanted to ‘test’ his new dad. His first outing and misbehaving got the young dog in big trouble. Going through a screen door and chasing a young child, led the cocky dog into much nuisance. Instead of wishing to ‘dump’ the dog immediately, the man stuck it out. He worked with the teenage boisterous child, and the two formed a bond………..a very tight bond.
Pit Bulls and this man have much in common. Both are misunderstood. Both are extremely loyal, and so it is of no surprise that the two soon became one. Wherever the man was his dog was soon to follow. It was in those times that the man learned a very valuable lesson. The man held a dark secret. He did not want to admit, but throughout life he had learned certain skills to deal with life difficulties. He turned to the bottle, and alcohol was the best way he knew how to run from things. Alcohol helped make life better for the man.
One dark and cold night the man and the dog found themselves out far from home. Running again from things he did not want to feel, the man and his dog found friends to share their common bond. The night grew late, and time had no meaning. Morning came, the sun arose and the man was home. How he had gotten there he does not remember. To this day what he does remember is waking up and not finding his dog. His friend, his best friend was nowhere in sight. Making promises no doubt to God above, the man swore the bottle and the alcohol would be forever gone IF only he could find his best friend. Looking frantically throughout the home the man found his dog. He was sleeping soundly; he had no idea why his master was crying. Going to his dad, and kissing his face, the dog, this Pit Bull said it all; “I love you, and I forgive you.” From that day forward, alcohol has been a thing of the past. The young Pit Bull is now nearly four years old. The man, Barry, well, he is several years older, and sober.
Merry Christmas to my dear friend, and his very best friend! Thanks, Taz for helping dad find the way!
Kaye
Christmas 2005