I’m Silver, the young Australian Shepherd puppy who zipped by the S.C.D.D pound like a Silver bullet, thankfully missing it and landing at Sophie’s Dog Adoption. That was the luckiest day so far but now I had an even better day as I was officially adopted by a wonderful, caring couple.
I’ve been renamed Oliver, and so far have been a very smart and eager to learn puppy, and hopefully will make my new family as happy as they have made me.
Everybody who meets me finds it hard to believe that at barely five months old, I could of ended up on death row since I’m such a gorgeous dog. Goes to show that gorgeous puppies end up in Quebec pounds just as much as old decrepit senior dogs. That’s why Sophie always stresses the fact that a dog is for life.
I have won the silver prize! My name is Silver, and here is the story on how fate luckily landed me right into Sophie’s hands instead of S.C.D.D’s gas chambers.
Sophie was over there doing a little investigative work at this shady pound, after having received confirmation that all dogs who are not sold eventually get gassed to death and that they do not allow rescue groups to take us out in order to save our lives, she ran into my Mum in the parking lot who was bringing me in to this horrible place.
Sophie approached her immediately, as the give away was the bag of food and a few knick-knacks under her arm and asked her why she was bringing me in. My Mum explained that she had severe allergies, but said the pound who had assured her I would not be put down. When she heard of Sophie’s encounter with S.C.D.D staff, she instantly decided to surrender me to Sophie as she knew in her heart that fate brought us all together and I would now have a true chance at a good life.
You see I’m just a four and a half month old, gorgeous, blue eyed, merle colored Australian Shepherd. I don’t deserve to end up in the system as a statistic but rather to be loved and grow up in a wonderful home. I avoided even five minutes of this stench of a horrible pound.
My name is Baby Doc. I originally came into Sophie’s Dog Adoption a few years back, I was part of a litter named The Seven Dwarfs, and I was Doc.
I was adopted by a wonderful family with kids, and they renamed me Baby. Unfortunately, I have to find a new home as I have become very controlling in the house and insecure outside of the house. So I am now going by the name Baby Doc. I am a mutt, mixed with different breeds but definitely some Australian Shepherd or Cattle dog, and I do have some ‘herding’ instincts from that side of my family.
My family has been working really hard with me and have done great work. They took me to get professional help several times and things are better…but…I have a need to control the kids and bite them when they get excited or run around, or if I simply don’t want to be petted.
If I’m on ‘my’ territiory, I get over protective. I sometimes react, and sometimes don’t. It’s become hard for my family to know when I will or will not react.
What has helped me in the past is homeopathic granules to help stabilize a chemical imbalance in my brain that makes me so ‘worried’ but then the Holistic veterinarian who was seeing me took his retirement and I was no longer able to get the meds. But at this point, with or without meds I should not continue living in a home with children.
I would do great in a home with one person or a couple, and it seems now that the Vet has given his files to a new one, so I could be put back on the granules if you want.
So if you think you want to work with me, give me a new home, help will be available to you in order to integrate me properly. You will be strangers at first, and I am an insecure dog.