Growing up I never realized the importance of rescuing a dog. We had a couple of dogs throughout my childhood but we would inevitably have to give them away because either my brother or I forgot to walk them, pick up after them or we were just “too busy”.
Today, I realize that it is not just about me taking care of the dog; but the dog actually takes just as good care of me as well. Had I learned this when I was younger I would have had someone to talk with, cry with and celebrate all of my life altering events with in my adolescence.
Now we have three dogs that I get to do this with on a daily basis: Snoop, Stavros, and Cooper. All three are rescues and all three found us at the exact right moment for the perfect reason. My wife and I adopted Snoop within a month of being married. We decided to adopt because we thought it was the right thing to do… but still didn’t quite understand the consequence of adopting. Once we had a rescue dog, people would always ask, “what kind of dog is he?” or “how old is he?”. It quickly became apparent that none of those questions mattered. All we knew was that he was a puppy and he was black & brown, but what mattered was that he was an amazing animal that just needed a chance that almost no one was willing to give him.
Just a couple of months after getting Snoop we decided he needed a friend and we knew we wanted to save another dog, so we adopted Stavros. Another adorable creature that was just left at the gates of the Humane Society one night because someone just wanted to get rid of it. Stavros is one of the most fun, energetic and beautiful dogs I have ever seen and again, just needed a chance.
Lastly, we brought in Cooper as a foster. Snoop had undergone surgery on his two back legs and would be immobile for 10 weeks and Stavros needed a friend, so why not foster a dog, right? Well that didn’t work and while Cooper is by far the oldest dog in the brood, he is now the newest.
While all three dogs are wildly different from one another, they are all brothers and are definitely our children. I feel they each know where they came from and where they were headed if they had not been given another chance, and make that up in the love they show for us.
Working at DOG for DOG has brought my awareness and passion for helping dogs in need to a crazy level where I have legitimately gotten mad at best friends for not adopting their new dogs. Helping dogs has become a part of my DNA. With so many of these pups coming within hours of the end of their lives, it is imperative that we all understand how important it is to save every one of them because they are each so special and have the ability to become children to each of us.
Now only if my mom would accept just dogs as grandchildren…