my Little Defect 05
had recently helped a friend find and adopt a Boxer
from the rescue site, and seeing all the pictures of
homeless dogs, made me know I had to help.
So I filled out a Foster App, and waited.
At first things moved a little slow.
I wondered if I was qualified to take on this
role. We had no children, just Charlie, our 6yr old, neutered male
had always taken Charlie to our office, and he was
in love with every dog he met, I was sure this was
good for us.
things started to roll.
Jane Scott contacted me; we had our first of
many hour-long phone conversations. Jane is very in-depth. A
home visit was scheduled for the next day, and
within ten minutes after the visit, Jane was on the
phone, asking me if I could foster a four yr old
female dog, from New Jersey.
entered our lives on June 2nd, 2001.
She had been living in New Jersey, and spent
her life between the family’s garage, and
We met her and her rescuer, Laura Urban, half
way, picking her up on Staten Island.
It took us two hours to get there in the
pouring rain and traffic.
We took a few minutes for introducing her to
Charlie, which did not go as well as expected, and
back we drove with our first foster.
had a few accidents the first few days, possibly
due to her new situation, or maybe because of the
time spent in the garage, I thought.
And Charlie tried to bring her toys, and
initiate play, only to be turned down abruptly.
Too early to tell, but maybe Brandy would be
better off in a single dog home.
day four changed everything… From the moment they
woke, they couldn’t get enough playtime in.
You couldn’t wipe the smile off of
Great, I thought, she would be good with
neighbor with a Boxer expressed interest in Brandy,
for her daughter and son-in-law.
They would be closing soon on a house in the
neighborhood, with a fence, Boxer experienced
people, and Charlie and Brandy could still be
I thought, until I found out that rescue never promises
to hold on to a dog, and their house closing was a
few weeks away.
I was allowed to hold on to her, and of course the
rule makes perfect sense, now.
Her prospective family was to have closed on
their house on June 29th.
If they had, I was prepared to hand her off
and move on to the next rescue Boxer.
But when that day came and went, I knew I was
in trouble. They
called to tell me that the next date they were
aiming at was July 18th.
They added that they realized I was getting
attached to her.
They left it up to me, and the next day,
while Charlie and Brandy lay collapsed on the floor
after playing for hours, the decision was made for
me. I would be helping them pick out another beautiful Boxer,
when the time came and they were moved into their
the way, I fostered a number of other Boxers.
And yes, Brandy takes a while to warm up to
all other dogs, especially females.
I figured out that those accidents she had, was
incontinence, which was part of the reason I decided
I had to keep her.
I suspect it was the reason her first family
banished her to the garage.
But she is on medication for it, and has a
dog door, and is reminded to go out umpteen times a
nicknamed her “Leaky Butt”, and she responds to
it now as happily as she does her real name.
she has a recurring inter-digital cyst on her rear
I affectionately call her my Little Defect.
she barks at rocks.
She rolls them around the backyard, carries
them into the house, and barks at them some more.
and now she has cancer.
That’s why I decided to write this.
After posting so many Happy Beginning stories
on the website, I thought that Brandy should have
her own. We
are fighting it, and she just had her fifth chemo,
but I thought I’d indulge myself, and post her
with all of her defects, has made me laugh and made
me cry. She
has added so much to our lives, and I know you too
could fall in love with a little defect.
just look at the perfect dogs. You might just
be passing up a wonderful little defect...
was redecorating my bedroom, moving around furniture and things, when I
came across a stash of old dog collars. Some were ones my guys had
outgrown or worn out, some were donations to be used for incoming foster
dogs, and some were from past foster dogs. (I like to get them new ones
when they start their new life.)
reached in and pulled out a red checkered collar that I hadn’t looked at
for almost two years. At that moment Sammy walked into the room to say
hi. He came up to me and started to sniff the red checkered collar that
was in my hands. His little tail started to wiggle and he started his
kidney bean dance. He stood up on me and started to look around. “You
remember her don’t you? You remember Brandy” I said. He reacted to her
name and started licking my face and then ran to the window. Back he came
and then he ran to look out the door. I calmed him down and put the
collar back in the box.
Not long after, Charlie came in to see what I was up to. I pulled out the
red checkered collar and Charlie began to sniff it. His little tail
started to wiggle and he also started to look around for her. When I
mentioned her name he got more excited, repeating Sammy’s reaction. I
calmed him down and again put the collar back in the box.
was sure, but then again not.
Some time later, my youngest, who is now 20 months old, came into the
room. I held out the red checkered collar and Rudy sniffed it intently.
But that was it… Rudy never knew Brandy, having come to our family about a
month after Brandy had passed… He walked on to sniff other interesting
things newly uncovered.
Some people doubt the intelligence and souls of dogs. Not I.
And for some reason I just can’t throw out old collars.
Sandy, Volunteer -
Adopt A Boxer Rescue