BSR Alum Dash 1170 by Angie Cardis
Adopter Angie Cardis recently sent an update on Cash, and it needs no other words from us....Thank you, Angie!
Through the years, we all, at one time or another, hear, read or know of someone that has been a foster child. Not many of us ever understand what happens in that child’s life. Sometimes things work out well and in other cases, not so much.
The same holds true for our fur babies that, for whatever reasons, become fostered. Dash, our rescued Little Brown Dog, is no different. His name is the beginning for us. We know not where or why. We have more why’s than knowledge. The thing that we are sure of though is that he found his way to our home; his home is in New Jersey. Not a day passes when, if I could, I would ask him the key questions: What happened? Why? Where did you begin? Were you treated well? And, then I look into his beautiful gold eyes and see the love he has for us, the trust he is building, the happiness that he shows. His innate ability to judge your character at a glance is evident in that instant bond he established with our granddaughter, Natalie.
He loves her and trusts her beyond greatest expectations. He waits for her and leaves all others the instant she is present. The allegiance is astonishing. Dash loves to ride in Natalie’s Jeep. She takes him swimming in the Delaware River and in the nearby lake. Sometimes they go for walks or to the dog park where Dash gets to play with his cousins Hank and Mila (also rescues).
Happiness works both ways. And, happy I assure you he is! Some of his favorites are having his little Yorkie (daughter's pet) trail him throughout the day, barking at the front door watching other dogs pass, chasing the squirrels from the yard, looking at the fish in the pond, carrying his milk bone and hiding it for later, sitting in our laps, going on the front porch (no barking allowed) and of course waiting for his treats which he treasures.
His travels are not completely known. He came to us from Florida where he was being fostered. Wherever the beginning was, we know that the last stop was the lucky stop for all of us. Dash is home and we are Dash’s family, all of us…….
Through the years, we all, at one time or another, hear, read or know of someone that has been a foster child. Not many of us ever understand what happens in that child’s life. Sometimes things work out well and in other cases, not so much.
The same holds true for our fur babies that, for whatever reasons, become fostered. Dash, our rescued Little Brown Dog, is no different. His name is the beginning for us. We know not where or why. We have more why’s than knowledge. The thing that we are sure of though is that he found his way to our home; his home is in New Jersey. Not a day passes when, if I could, I would ask him the key questions: What happened? Why? Where did you begin? Were you treated well? And, then I look into his beautiful gold eyes and see the love he has for us, the trust he is building, the happiness that he shows. His innate ability to judge your character at a glance is evident in that instant bond he established with our granddaughter, Natalie.
He loves her and trusts her beyond greatest expectations. He waits for her and leaves all others the instant she is present. The allegiance is astonishing. Dash loves to ride in Natalie’s Jeep. She takes him swimming in the Delaware River and in the nearby lake. Sometimes they go for walks or to the dog park where Dash gets to play with his cousins Hank and Mila (also rescues).
Happiness works both ways. And, happy I assure you he is! Some of his favorites are having his little Yorkie (daughter's pet) trail him throughout the day, barking at the front door watching other dogs pass, chasing the squirrels from the yard, looking at the fish in the pond, carrying his milk bone and hiding it for later, sitting in our laps, going on the front porch (no barking allowed) and of course waiting for his treats which he treasures.
His travels are not completely known. He came to us from Florida where he was being fostered. Wherever the beginning was, we know that the last stop was the lucky stop for all of us. Dash is home and we are Dash’s family, all of us…….
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