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Holding out for love
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January 4, 2015 #43179AnonymousInactive
My name is Boca. When I was a baby my owner did some horrible things to me. They cut my ears trying to make me look tough. When they realized that I was nothing but a loveable dog they chained me up without food and water. I was very hyperactive and didn’t even know how to have a human pet me. Finally my owner placed an ad on Craigslist saying they no longer wanted me.
My mom had just went through cancer treatment and was living in the moment. She had always wanted a Great Dane. She saw the ad and came to look at me. She was not impressed at first. I was hyper and had no obedience training. She was used to her old mellow dogs that did as they were told and were calm. She started to walk away from me but I showed her I like to play fetch. She had always wanted a dog that could play fetch. She also seen the abuse that I was enduring and even though she was not sure about me she knew she couldn’t leave me there. It took a long time for me to trust her petting me. I wanted it so badly but I didn’t know how to be petted. She invited me to sleep with her and the other dogs on the bed but I said no. It was too confining. If anyone tried to touch my ears I would snap at them. All that changed for me though.
After a couple years I realized she loved me no matter how many things I tore up or peed on. I would show her my worst and she would still tell me she loved me. I knew I wanted to keep her for my mom so little by little I trusted in her love. I now take up the whole bed and love what is called Boca Sandwich. That is where I am placed between my two parents and they hug me. It’s my favorite game. I have a lot of human friends who all threaten to take me home with them because when they come into my house I make them feel welcome and loved deeply. I lay my head on people’s laps and look up at them with this deep love and they feel as if they are the only one I could ever love. My mom allowed me to go stay the night a few times at some of my best friend’s house because I begged to go with them. Like any child though it seems like a good idea until I can’t see my mom and then I just cry at their door. So my mom has to come pick me back up. My mom says I am her little bundle of pure love and joy.
It’s been over 7 years now since my mom took me home to join her family. I have to say I think I am one of her best decisions she ever made. My mom says it is hard to be in a bad mood around me because I just am so happy all the time. Now I must get back to playing fetch and teasing the neighbor’s dogs.
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January 5, 2015 #43242Justin PalmerKeymaster
Acadia, thank you for posting! Boca’s story is amazing and so well written! We just posted in on our FB page https://www.facebook.com/TheILoveDogsSite
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