Happy Birthday, Buu!!

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!!

4 thoughts on “Happy Birthday, Buu!!

  • December 8, 2006 at 6:59 am

    I opened my home to a couple of wonderful cats nine years ago, both from the Westland Humane Society.  Simba was just left there, and being estimated at six years old, the staff feared he would be around for a while, since most people want young cats or kittens.  He was a big, fluffy cat, and I wanted a big cat since I grew up with one.  Puma was a one-year old female tortoiseshell with beautiful markings and a motorboat purr; she had been picked up as a stray near Ypsilanti.  Somehow a young springy near-kitten seemed like a good companion for the elder housecat.  It’s been a very happy time since I got them.  I agree – shelter pets make great pets!

  • December 22, 2006 at 6:08 am

    What a MAGNIFICENT boy BuuBoo has become!  He was indeed scheduled to be put to sleep for a case of pneumonia that had already claimed the lives of several dogs at the shelter but even tho he could not stand his eyes declared he was not a bit ready to leave this world yet!  After over a week at the wonderful Mapleview Animal Hospital in Holland – where dying is not an option – BuuBoo recovered and patiently waited for Julie to discover him.  I’ll always believe he knew all along that the best home in the world awaited him and that was his reason for living.  What a very special and very lucky boy!

  • March 16, 2007 at 2:51 pm

    Bravo Julie for rescuing your puppy!  Thanks for sharing BuuBoo’s story on your site; it’s good to see a fellow fan willing to blog for the greater good.  May Buuboo have many more B-days and may manga and anime fans be instilled with the desire to follow in your footsteps and rescue their own Buuboo after reading this post. 

  • March 16, 2007 at 7:44 pm

    Rachel, thanks for commenting!  It really breaks my heart when I think of all of the great dogs and cats that are put to sleep every year because they don’t have a loving home.  If people spayed and neutered their pets, part of the problem would be solved.  The harder fix is when an adult animal is suddenly without a home, for whatever reason.  

    Give yourselves a gift: adopt a pet and you’ll have the most loyal, loving friend you could ever ask for! 

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