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L.T, the rescue Hound, Terrier and Golden Retriever Mix

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“L.T. is short for Logan Taylor.  There is another Logan in my apartment building, so I started calling him, L.T.

I was recently out of work, or semi-retired and I now have the time to devote to a puppy.

My family and I went to a rescue shelter in Westchester, called Paws Crossed.

My daughter and I found L.T.

He is a hound, terrier and golden mix.

We chose him because of his personality.

He was mellow.  He was four and a half months old and he was so serene.

He was there with his sister, but she was already spoken for.”

 

Zoe, the rescue from down the block

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“We called and she basically said, I can’t take care of Zoe, and asked, would you be interested in taking her?

I flew across country to get her and spent the night in L.A.

She slept on my lap throughout the entire 4 1/2 hour flight back to New York.

We’ve only had her 6 months but I spend a lot of time with her, more so  than anybody else because I am in a professional transition.

She gives me a great break while I am conducting my new business search.

She’s so affectionate and loving, and always wants to play.

She is a constant play companion, both indoors and outdoors.”

 

 

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.”

 

Sam, the dog that was meant to be with Marcia (part 2)

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“It took a year to break Sam’s separation anxiety.  He’s not crated now, and he’s okay on his own.

I have those best moments every day.  Like this morning: I got to sleep late.  I looked over and saw him lying on his back, belly up.  Knowing that he trusts me and the process that we went through how much he is healed.

We were both broken in a way.

I was his fourth home in 3 months.

I was adopted too.  I went from the hospital, to foster home, to adopted family.                   Sam and I had a similar journey.

Watching him go from a place of abandonment and lack of trust to a place of real trust and acceptance is an everyday joy.”

Sam, the dog that was meant to be with Marcia (part 1)

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“It’s really crazy.  I wanted a dog for 20 years, but job-wise I couldn’t take care of one.

I got laid off and was free-lancing from home.  I was daydreaming of having this imaginary dog.  He went with me wherever I went.

One afternoon I was walking with a friend in Central Park for exercise and I told her, you are going to think I’m a nutcase, but I’ve been having this imaginary dog.  We started laughing and 20 minutes later we came upon a woman sitting on a bench with a puppy that looked like a dandelion of puff.  He was just a little ball of fur.  My friend said, you should ask if you can pet him, so I did.  The next thing I knew I was holding him and petting him.

The woman said, he’s actually up for adoption.

The foster family that had him wasn’t a good fit for several reasons.  The biggest was that he had terrible separation anxiety.  When I picked him up from his foster home, the doorman told me they were gone of long periods of time and he would bark for 10 hours straight.

I had to break him of his separation anxiety.

I started to carry him around in a little chest pouch.  We were together 24/7.  I started the separation very slowly.  I made it into a game.  I would close the bathroom door and open it quickly.  I gave him positive reinforcement and a treat before he had time to get anxious.   I extended the time every day.  I always did it as play to make it less scary and build trust.

I wanted him to know I was always coming back.

The first time I left him alone it was for 4 hours and he cried.”