Things you probably didn’t know about the boys. I planned on Wolfgang for years, researching breeders, waiting for the right puppy, from the right parents, from the right breeder, after being approved. There is a long contract between us and his breeder still knows everything about both of our lives. Everything about Wolfgang was to ensure I got the perfect pup for me and he turned into the perfect dog for me. Eagar to please, friendly, intelligent, loving but able to entertain himself when I’m busy or when we have guest, he is everything I wanted and does everything I ask of him. He took to seizure alert training easily, he took to the training he needed for the kids in my lab easily, he never flinched at all the hospital equipment he saw, bombproof and that is what I wanted. I started putting out feelers for a second poodle, maybe another larger breed, I wasn’t sure, probably a poodle, when I was notified about Johann. Purebred Standard poodles rarely end up in rescue and when they do there is a long line of people waiting to adopt them but this was a different kind of email. The person who found him didn’t know what to do, they weren’t “dog people” but he was matted, it was 115 degrees he had no food or water and he was in a crate, they knew I was a “poodle person” and were hoping I could help, even though they were in another state. So I called John he left work and we drove all day with Wolfgang and Elizabeth, we eventually met up with the dreadlocked, limping, mess of a dog that would soon be known as Johann. He had been starved, beaten, probably rarely to never bathed but the vet put his age at 6-7 months. The plan, my plan, was to get him healthy and get him a home. I honestly didn’t know how much I could do with him in the way of training, I feared brain damage and trauma would hold him back. John just shrugged and said he was a poodle and would be okay. At first Johann was a wild animal and my goal was simply domestication. For months, while he recovered physically and mentally, I thought he was dumb, through no fault of his own, I just thought he had gone through too much to be like a normaldog. Elizabeth babied Johann, she was instrumental in helping him overcome his fear of the crate and men and he now guards her with his life. He wouldnt sleep in bed with us, so Id sleep on the floor in the same room as him until hed sleep with me, eventually he put his head in bed testing in out, he finally got in and I havent been able to get him out since. I dont remember exactly what he was doing when I realized he was smart, I think it was when he was playing with Wolfgangs puzzle toys but I realized Johann was stubborn and smart. Since then weve grown into the relationship you see today. Though I can say, he is probably rehabilitated enough to place, hes never going anywhere.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 15:05:04 +0000
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