Jamie,
I'm glad you have the dog. I suspect this will work out well. Save a copy of this thread. Mark your calendar two years from today and re-read the thread, then re-post how much of a blessing she is.
My gut reaction is to be judgmental of the breeder. I read in-between-the-lines well and I automatically have questions like, how did a responsible breeder allow this dog to go to a home where she was so neglected and then to know the dog went to the pound and was in foster care and not intervene. If I were the breeder, I would be embarrassed! Jamie, wouldn't you say it's safe to bet that anyone you work with would NOT seek out a dog from this breeder if they were in the market? Well, all of that is "judgmental" and beside the point.
I have had more than one experience loving an animal that I was determined to remain aloof to. Seems like "the universe", as some people say, intended that animal and I to be good friends.
Sometimes animals have a way of showing up when we don't think we are ready for them. I don't know, perhaps out of some sense of duty, I end up paired with them and it becomes a beautiful thing that I neither expected nor desired. I could give five specific examples, but I will just give one. (I touched on this in the thread where I complained about my poodle -- I know, the shock and shame of it! -- and I may have touched on another story . . .)
Our first standard poodle was a dog we decided to get, after we picked our trainer, for the purpose of being a service animal to my eldest child. We actually intended to find a female poodle, as I was outnumbered in our home by all the males, but a breeder donated this guy to us. I was rather indifferent to the dog. I had a task and a goal, but I had no interest in bonding with the dog, etc. Probably because I was busy, or had loved and lost dogs before, or who knows why, I just wasn't interested in any attachment.
The dog did his job with the eldest and did it well. He also adopted the youngest, who had seizures (among other things). The dog alerted to the youngest's seizures. We did not train him nor ask him to do this. He would NOT leave the little one's side when he was having a seizure. If I was in the other room unaware of the seizure that was or was about to begin, the dog would bark until I came. The dog would stand in between the little one and anyone visiting if I stepped out of the room. He apparently made it clear that no one was to get near my son if I wasn't there to approve. (This was just what was reported to me. I was told the dog would move from my son's side, to in-between my son and anyone else when I stepped out of the room. He then would supposedly put on a "vicious look" on his face. He would return to my son's side when I came back in the room and resume "smiling". It was hard for me to believe, but I was told of it to many times to discount.
Of course, these are just a few highlights. I could give many more examples of the wonderful things this dog did.
The day my son died, the dog went nuts. He absolutely knew. I called our dog trainer because it was so remarkable. Of course the dog went to the funeral and burial. And, I am NOT one that is fond of dogs going everywhere such as the grocery store in a purse, etc.
After my son died, the eldest, to whom this dog belonged and rightfully served, complained that the dog left him in the night and came to me. Apparently, I cried in my sleep, had nightmares, and would quit breathing. The dog would apparently wake me up. I have no memory of any of it. What I do know is the eldest became so angry at what he perceived as the dog betraying him and abandoning him, that the dog unwittingly became mine. Another thing we worked with our trainer about. I really wanted this dog to stay with my son, but we also know to trust some dogs, and this dog especially. We got another dog for my son.
I could tell you about a human predator the dog "caught". My dog "got loose" as we went from the front door to the car, I was furious because he wouldn't come, but he was "on to" and alerting to a man with a gun who was stalking children on Halloween. I was slow to catch on and furious with the dog for not obeying and for barking and "cornering" this man. There came a point when I asked myself what the dog was so upset about. I saw a gun and engaged the man in conversation -- I still had no control (seemingly) over the dog. In the "conversation" the man gave himself away. I was able to get the dog and call the police. The man was arrested just after he set off an explosive the next block over. Of course I wonder what he would have done had the dog not interfered.
I could go on and on sharing story after story, but the point is: this was a dog I wasn't interested in, but was a blessing in so many ways, and especially to me, the one who was indifferent. This dog was "meant to be" with us.
I've also heard story after story about animals who were unexpected new "members" of the family and later turned out to save the family or family member in some way.
Jamie, my "gut" tells me you and this dog are meant for each other. Rescued dogs, are so grateful. The human who didn't think they needed, wanted, or had room to love them, who does love them in the end, becomes so grateful, too.
Good luck to you!
(PS, stay away from my poodle bashing thread lest you hate me.
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