Hi everybody! My name is Cash and I’m a 4-year-old miniature Schnauzer. My mom asked me to fill in for her today so I could tell you all about how I was adopted and why I think it’s so important to adopt a rescue dog.
In December 2012 I was found wandering the streets in Oklahoma City and taken to the pound. I was so skinny my ribs were sticking out and though it was thought I was a Schnauzer, my hair was so shaggy that it was kind of hard to tell at first.
But a rescue group in Boulder, Colorado called Farfel’s Freinds, who has a particular interest in Schnauzers, got word about my plight, that my time was about up, and decided to give me a chance. They transported me from Oklahoma to Colorado and I was placed in a foster home where I got lots of love and attention. My foster mom soon learned I had a pretty sensitive tummy and so she put me on a special diet of boiled chicken and white rice so my tummy had a chance to heal.
All of Farfels’ rescues are fully vetted, spayed or neutered, and temperament tested with children, adults and other dogs (but not cats).
My foster family soon learned that I was a pretty funny, smart and loving little guy, even though I was kinda shy at first. They also learned that I loved to go to the dog park and play with other dogs, but I didn’t really like little kids very much. They thought I deserved to be adopted out to someone special. So soon my profile was posted on Petfinder.com and that’s when mom first saw me. She said there was just something about the pleading look in my eyes in that picture that told her she had to adopt me.
The Adoption Process
Mom says right away she filled out the application for adoption, even though it was pretty long and they asked a lot of questions. They want to be absolutely sure that they are making a perfect match for the people and the dogs. Once mom’s application was approved she came down to Boulder to pick me up and it cost her $395 (which paid for my transportation to Colorado, neuter, a microchip, 4 levels of temperament testing, all shots up-to-date, and any additional medical treatment I needed prior to adoption) so I guess I must be pretty special.
But even though we were approved to be a match, mom had to agree to sign up to be my foster mom for two weeks to be sure that it was going to work out for both of us. She even had to sign an agreement that if for some reason she decided it wouldn’t work out, then she had to keep fostering me until a new home was found.
One of the biggest challenges mom had when I first came to live with her (besides dealing with my touchy tummy) was teaching me not to be a typical boy dog who likes to mark his territory.
But Farfel’s already knew I had this problem cuz my foster mom told them, so when they sent us home they gave mom what she called a “weenie wrap” that I had to wear inside so I wouldn’t pee on everything. I hated that thing and tried to rub it off all the time, but before the two weeks were up I had learned that if I didn’t want to wear it in the house then I needed to go do my business outside instead. See I was a quick learner!
Before my two weeks were up mom already knew that I was home to stay. My little brother Chuey and I were getting along great, playing and wrestling with each other all the time. I was even sleeping in bed with mom and Chuey. I got my first haircut and I finally looked like a real Schnauzer.
What a difference some good food and grooming can make! So my adoption was made final on January 15, 2013. Mom says what is really cool is that my adoption day was exactly four years to the day since she had lost her last Schnauzer, Cosmo, so she feels like it was meant to be.
When I was first adopted I weighed 14 pounds and was kinda sickly. Today I’m a happy, healthy 21 pound boy.
I hope you enjoyed my story and it can inspire you to go out and adopt a dog who truly needs a good home too.