This is totally off topic, but today is BuuBoo Baby’s birthday!!
Buu is our Rottweiler; we adopted him from an animal rescue four years ago today. When he first moved in with us, he was sick and 50 pounds underweight, and wary of strangers. He was found wandering around Ingham County, eating out of trash bins and somehow avoiding being hit by cars. He had been abused; he shied away anytime someone tried to pet him on the head. He was so sick that he almost died at the Ingham County Animal Shelter, because the vet there doesn’t believe in inoculating his charges against kennel cough. While under his care, Buu became sick, and would have died if Arlene from the Rottweiler Rescue of Michigan hadn’t heard about him, and freed him from his death sentence.
We had just been forced to end the suffering of our Doberman, KC. She had congenital heart failure, and a horrible, raw tumor in the roof of mouth. I loved her dearly, and still cry when think about her. Dean didn’t want another dog yet, but I did. The house was so empty without the sound of toenails scratching on the floor and the cheerful jingle of dog tags. He finally agreed to let me get another dog, and we decided to save one, to make up for not being able to save our KC. Our vet referred the rescue to us, and the rest is history.
Buu was supposed to be a female. I didn’t want another big, stupid male in the house (just kidding!), but when I found out that he sick, I decided he was the dog for me. (Sucker!) Now that he’s a healthy 120 pounds, he can be a bit of a handful. He is dog aggressive, and he has this annoying tendency to be overprotective of me, any time we are outside. He drools, he sheds, he farts, and I think he surfs pr0n when I’m at work. But I guess I’ll forgive him, because I am the center of his universe. It feels so good to be loved!
His is the first happy face I see when I return home, and the last one I see before I trudge off to work (somebody has to buy his Greenies!). He is always ecstatic to see me, even if I’ve traveled no further than the bathroom. He is my shadow; he patiently naps while I waste time staring at the little box on my desk, typing away at meaningless little posts. He makes an excellent pillow when I’m watching anime or reading manga, not to mention a wonderful space heater on frigid winter days. He’s not so good at DDR, but I don’t think Rotties are known for their rhythm. He never gets mad at me, even when I make him move when I’m trying to vacuum around his sleeping body. He loves me unconditionally, and other then my parents, there isn’t anybody else in the world who does.
Why am I blathering on about my dysfunctional dog? Because there are 1000′s of Buus out there, tossed away like yesterday’s trash, unwanted and unloved. The reasons are many; they shed too much, they bark too much, they got too big, they cost too much. When I think back on the dogs I’ve been lucky enough to care for, they have given me so much more that I could ever give them. How often are you the center of someone’s universe?
If you can find it in your heart, please give an abandoned pet a forever home. If you can’t have a pet, and you have the means, please make a small donation to a rescue group in your area. Even a bag of food would be appreciated. If you’ve already adopted a dog or cat, please let all of your friends know what a wonderful pet a stray makes. The rewards for these little things are so great!
Happy Birthday, Buu! You are my most precious treasure!!