Our lives changed thanks to a rescue group called Animal Friends in the Pittsburgh area. We had friends who were there, and they helped us adopt a red headed 1 year old puppy named Freckles. He has been a welcome addition to our lives. He keep us on our toes, and any trip we make to visit family, rest assured Freckles is right there with us. I have had a long time notion that the right pet comes into your life at the right time. When you find it, treasure it.
Fast forward 5 years and here we are today. Freckles is such a huge part of our lives still, he is happy, sometimes a little fat, and he isn't a pet, he is our family.
When Jenn left to go to the store with Audrey to get clothes for school and dog food for Freckles, we had no way of knowing how our lives were about to change. As Jenn pulled out of our neighborhood, she notices a dog down the street trying to tip over a garbage can. She moved cautiously onto the road when the dog, having gotten into the garbage can nearly ran in front of the car. Jenn stopped and she saw a brindle puppy, emaciated, and willing to come with her. She put him in the car, turned around and headed back to the house.
A few months ago a friend of hers found a dog bound around the snout with duct tape in a cage in a warehouse. Her friend rescued it and found it a home. Ever since seeing what humans do to animals, Jenn couldn't just drive by. He was just a baby after all and with no collar, doesn't look like any one cared.
When she got him home, I got some food for it, and was very annoyed that my wife found a dog and brought him home. This summer has been one of tight purse strings and a lot of stress. One thing I didn't want or need was just another mouth to feed; but this puppy was something different. He was a pit bull mix of some kind. We say pit bull mix because he COULD be mixed with a few different breeds, but he also could very well be a pure bred pit bull. We have no way of knowing. So as we fed him I wanted to make sure this dog wasn't being trained for something more sinister, like fighting.
So as we fed him I put my hands near his mouth looking for aggression. I got a friendly lick of the hand and he kept eating. Since the food was in the grass I tried to pull him away from the food when he growled. This is normal behavior for a hungry dog, so I let him finish.
|They insisted to go into their room together|
He was such a happy puppy. Happy to have food. Happy to have hands touching him. Happy to be out of a garbage can. I had no idea what to expect. I pulled Freckles out to see how social he was, and without missing a blink he was greeted by Freckles and immediately started to play. Finally Freckles had a dog he could play hard with. Someone to keep up with his boundless energy. Freckles instantly grew up a bit and was suddenly the wise old man.
I pulled out the crate, made a few calls, and of course one of those calls was to our friends who volunteer with Animal Friends in Pittsburgh. I told Mrs. Papik what Jenn found and brought home. She had some advice of what to do next, and I told her I would love to keep him, but right now financially I couldn't swing a full vaccination, updates for Freckles, and neutering another pup. She said that there were rescues out there that might help and clinics that offer reduced prices. But first things first we had to figure out if he was someones pet, so that meant taking him to our vet for an ID chip scan. If he was someones chances are there would be an ID chip. Not surprising there was no ID chip so this new pup was officially orphaned. His stool sample had a orange balloon in it. There was no way I could drop him at a shelter.
He spent the night with us, and Audrey was so enamored with him. His constant tail wagging, quick kisses, and his eagerness to please were very endearing. We couldn't very well call him "puppy" so I thought of a name that was fitting of a pup found in a garbage can; Oscar.
It didn't take long for my oldest to convince me that he needed to stay. With Jenn pushing me to accept it, Addison pushing me to accept it; it was a call from Mrs. Papik that solidified. She found us help to get him neutered. A long time ago I told her I would love a pit bull in my family. They are loyal and affectionate and I wanted one. She told me then, when I was ready she would help me get one. Well when she called me and I told her thank you, she said, "I told you we would help you get a pit bull, but I didn't say how we were going to help."
With a small tear in my eye and a wet puppy nose on my leg, Oscar became a Gercak. Sometimes you find the perfect pet, and sometimes the perfect pet finds you.