I don't know how it happened, but it did…read more
I lost my beloved Gordon almost 5 years ago. When I moved to Chicago in 2018 I immediately put in applications for the English Bulldog rescues. I knew it would be a long process, I didn't expect it to be impossible.
One of them denied my application because of their income guidelines that evidently only Jay-Z could qualify for, but ONLY if Beyoncé co-signs the deal.
When I was really really ready to have a dog in my life early last year, I applied to foster with another local bully rescue. We had a great phone interview, they claimed to be "impressed" with me, but they don't allow people in high-rises to foster. Some of the dogs don't like elevators. Why we went through that whole process when they could see my address, I don't know.
I started researching breeders. Another undertaking that would likely take me years to find a good one and wait for the litter.
It wasn't part of my regular routine at all, but I decided to go on pet finder one day and I saw this meatball at a rescue, recently listed.
I applied right away. When I didn't get a confirmation e-mail that they received it, I called the next day. I was told that they'd rejected me because this love bug needs a family.
Vicki didn't seem insulted when I told her that I know she knows what's best for her animals, but to please reconsider. I didn't expect to hear back.
20 minutes later i had a date to meet the guy the next day. And he's a dreamboat, so I was ready to kidnap him anyway but his two care takers decided we'd be a good fit.
I wasn't the first applicant, or the only good one, either, I was told afterwards. Sorry everyone else!
His name is Norman. He's about 3 years old. His limited history made it clear that his last "home" wasn't ideal. He was dumped at a dog pound, was found by someone connected to this rescue, and they bailed him out.
My intuition tells me that he wasn't anyone's pet. He was likely used for breeding (he was neutered just before I got to take him home.)
He couldn't get enough affection, attention, or enough to eat. He loves any soft surfaces and when he got his own bed, he looked like he won the lottery.
It's been just over two months and this guy has come so far and has made me so proud of him. He's confident enough to not run over for attention just because I look at him. He leaves food in his bowl! He's learned how to play with his toys, people, and he's recently gotten playful with his friends from the dog run at my building.
He was always a sweet boy from the moment we met, but he's learning to be a dog, it seems.
He still uses me for a napkin whenever he wants, which is right on track.
Dogs are the best. This guy had no reason to like anyone, but he can't help himself. He's a people person.
He is a notorious party crasher if we happen to be walking by one in one of the lobby areas.
He had no reason to trust me, but he does. And that brings me more joy than I can possibly express. I thank the hard rescue workers for what they do every day. For dogs like mine, and for the ones who don't get the lives they deserve.
Thank you. Thank you.
to trust me
