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Milo & Mr. Humbert, the delinquents (part 3)

“We can’t leave anything out on the counter because Milo gets into everything.  He really loves the paper in my purse.

The other day he got my passport and I caught him chewing the edges.

He loves money, too.  I’ve got a $10.00 bill that he chewed a hole in.

He likes anything he can find and chew.

He is also fond of eyeglasses and shoes.  We remind our houseguests to hide their shoes and other personal belongings for their own protection.

Something that I find that’s nice about having the dogs is that they are a common topic for the family.

We all love the dogs and even during disagreements, (which the dogs hate, and during a fight will hide under chairs), the one thing we can all agree on, is the dogs.”

Milo and Mr. Humbert, the delinquents (part 2)

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“That was 2011.

Bert was very attached to my college aged son and didn’t want to travel anymore.

Whenever he saw my suitcase he wouldn’t leave my son’s lap and made himself scarce during travel preparations.

I wasn’t really looking for another dog.

I knew my husband wouldn’t be thrilled, but I saw Milo at an adoption event at our pet store.  He was the exact same size as Mr. Bert, but with a very different personality.

We call Mr. Bert the mean mother because he’s always correcting other dogs.

We call Milo the perm puppy because he is always getting into trouble.”

Milo & Mr. Humbert, the delinquents (part 1)

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“We had large dogs and when they started dying of old age we decided to downsize the dogs.

I travel a lot and missed my dogs, so I decided to get dogs that I could take on a plane.

Mr. Bert came first.

My daughter, sister and I were on a road trip passing thru Portland, Oregon and my daughter had to visit a rescue shelter for small dogs a block away from where we were staying.

Our big dog  had died a few months before .

We thought we’d just visit, but one thing led to another and Mr. Bert came home with us.

He was originally called Tank, but we were listening to Lolita on our road trip so we called him Mr. Humbert (Bert for short).”

Malteser, the small dog that brings great comfort (part 2)

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“August of 2014, right after I came back from living in London for ten years, a huge glass door fell on my head.  I was rushed to the hospital.  I had stitches and a severe concussion. I suffer from Traumatic Brain Injury and have been to at least 8 Dr.’s in the past year and a half.

Malteser has brought me great comfort.

After the accident I suffered from depression, anxiety fatigue and a lot of cognitive glitches.

I went to a restaurant recently with a friend and asked if the burgers were good there and my friend reminded me we ate there 2 weeks ago and I liked the burger very much.

Malteser has been turned into a service dog (for emotional support) and I am able to take her with me everywhere I go.

Malti has changed my life in every way.  Her unconditional love is something that is always there, whether I am going through good or bad times.

She is the emotional heart of our home.”

Benny, the wingman

“I got Benny for my kids and me.

They were ten and twelve at the time.

The day we brought him home he pee’d on the tile floor.  He dragged a nearby folded beach towel over to the puddle and covered it.  That was the first and only time he pee’d indoors.

I lost my condo in Boca during the mortgage crisis in 2008.  I was also in the mortgage business, causing my career to go kaput.  I worked several survival jobs to provide for Benny and me.

It took many years to get back on my feet.  There was a chance I was looking at being homeless.

Just having Benny in my life kept me sane.

Ultimately, Benny myself and our belongings were crammed into my ’99 Honda Accord (with 170,000 miles on it) and headed north to move in with my girlfriend (now wife).

When we lived in Boca he loved to sunbathe, even if it was 96 degrees. He still loves to lie in the sun, even in the cold weather.  He adjusted to the climate change immediately.  He loves the snow.  The only thing he doesn’t like is, the horses in the park.  He barks at them, announcing his presence.

I secretly purchased a heart shaped dog tag with his name and my phone number on the front, and mommy will you marry us?  Love, Benny, on the other side of the tag.   At first she only read the side with his name on it, so I had to tell her to turn it over.  She read the tag and was shocked beyond belief. It was a total surprise.  She said, Oh my God, read it aloud and burst into tears. I walked into the bedroom with her ring.

She still jokes that she used me to get to my dog.”

 

Samson, the link that completed the family

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“I had dogs all my life. It was only when I moved to the city that I didn’t have  one. That was 8 years ago.

My 2 year old son was the inspiration to get Samson. I remember what it was like to be a kid and have a dog. I wanted my son to have what they call “man’s best friend” throughout his childhood.

My son is 2 and Sam is his buddy. He wakes up saying his name and he goes to bed saying his name.

The worst moment since having Samson was when I left my job of 10 years.  I went from spending time with people all the time, to being alone.

Being home with Samson makes me feel less lonely. He’s always around, following me from room to room.

Walking him pushes me out of the apartment to get fresh air and meet other people.

My husband was a cat lover and never had a dog. He was hesitant about getting a dog. He liked the independence of cats and was wasn’t sure about the responsibility, as well as the interaction between our son and the dog.

The first week of trying to build a relationship between my son and the dog we couldn’t find the dog.  We looked everywhere in the apartment and finally found him in the toddler bed, snuggling with our son.

Sampson has added another person to love.

I know this sounds very Jerry Maguire, but I really think Samson was the link that completed our family.”

David, the animal hobbyist and professional dog walker

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“I used to work at the Animal Medical Center.

I left the AMC for money and scheduling. I couldn’t support my family as a vet tech. I have four kids, a wife, and two dogs.

I was on salary at AMC, now I am self-employed, get paid by the walk and make my own schedule.

I’ve always worked with animals. I’ve been a hobbyist to all animals, including fish and reptiles.

I grew up with dogs.

Dogs are never mad at you. They’re always happy.  You can’t find that in a human.

One of the veterinarians from AMC referred me to clients for dog walking. That was seventeen years ago.

I divorced and remarried the same woman.

When I left the house, I took one of the dogs with me and felt like I still had part of my family with me. I left the smaller dog that was paper trained for my wife and the kids.  I took the big dog that was more work and needed to be walked.

My dog was a great companion. He was by my side the entire time we were apart.

I worked things out with my wife and we got back together eight months later.

That dog has since passed away, but the family still talks about him.”

Bella, the mellow dog

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“My last dog passed away when my kids were just babies and I couldn’t take on another shred of responsibility.

My youngest child started lobbying for a dog at the age of seven but I knew I had to wait until she was ten, when they were set sufficient enough.

I was all set to go to a yellow lab breeder but my daughters said that was irresponsible and we should get a rescue.

That began our search on Petfinder.

It took about six months to find the right dog.

It was as simple as the description that she was mellow, liked children and got along with cats.

We got a cat as a stopgap along the way.

The cat still rules, but he lets Bella sleep on the couch with him.

Bella had a terrible trip up from the Ozark Mountains. She was in a tiny little crate.

When she arrived, she curled up and went right to sleep for days.

She had a tumultuous beginning.

She was originally a Christmas present from a boyfriend to his girlfriend in a trailer park. She was tethered to a tree outside the trailer and neglected until a rescue group saved her.

She wasn’t afraid of people, but was and is still afraid of loud noises.

She’s a city dog, now. and is slowly coming around.

She would rather be sleeping on a bed or curled up on somebody’s feet.

She likes to accompany me to pick up the kids and have people pet and play with her.

When we take her to the country she is in her element. She loves to go swimming and boating.

We started by having strict rules–no jumping on the beds. That only lasted for a few days.

One day I dropped the kids at school without her and when I got back twenty minutes later, she chewed up ballet pointe shoes, took apart a sewing kit–needles were strewn everywhere, jumped up on to the kitchen table and got into the cereal bowls.

She has separation anxiety, so now we keep her in a crate when we’re gone.

She likes the crate. It’s her safe house.”