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Well what can I say – it has been over six
months since I was blessed with adopting my little Cowboy! He has been
such a joy in my life and I cherish every moment with him. He has come
pretty far in the last six months and I am so proud of him.
Cowboy has gone from a despondent, introverted
mill dog above picture to a
happy, loving and often cocky family furbaby. He was so scared when I
first got him. He would barely look at me and cowered at every little
movement or loud noise. He would chew rawhides but did not play with toys.
He would interact with Abigail some but not Grady. He hated my husband! He
would pace endlessly in the back yard always searching for freedom.
Well I just killed him with kindness and love.
He eventually would make some eye contact with me and felt safer in my
arms than anywhere. I held him all of the time because I knew he needed
that security. He slowly stopped pacing as much as he got used to the
house. He still had his moments and would resort back to pacing if
anything scared him. He would also hide in the corner behind a big planter
we have. He barked at my husband all the time and even tried to bite him.
As we gained his trust he started to blossom.
He slowly started looking at the world as not such a scary place. He would
actually explore a little and he even took interest in some toys but still
didn’t play with them. He started to give Grady a little attention and he
and Abigail now played. He was excited about meal times and was anxious
for his own bowl – no sharing or fighting for food ever again! He loves
treats and learned that there are some good things in life with people.
Now Cowboy has gained a little weight, his coat
has grown and he is now a happy camper. He loves to play with Abigail and
Grady. He runs around barking at everything and protecting us from the
world. He is so cocky sometimes and shows it like a true Pom by prancing
around like they do. He just struts his stuff. He wakes up every morning
and celebrates another day of freedom. Lounging on a big sleigh bad isn’t
a bad life! Cowboy has finally learned that toys are big fun. He will grab
a toy and run with it into ‘his’ room. I have seen him playing tug-o-war
with Abigail. I cannot tell you how good my three furbabies get along. It
makes me so happy to watch them. We are still working on his relationship
with Jeff but even that has changed for the good. He likes him a lot when
he is giving him people food and he is fine with him if we are in bed but
still is very leery of him otherwise. I don’t blame him. He may look like
the scary monsters at the mill.
Overall I think Cowboy is adjusting fine. He
still marks but we all have faults, right? He still has many scars from
his life in the mill but he has also learned that I will not let anything
or anyone ever hurt him again. I love him with all of my heart!!
Karen, Jeff and PMR
Pom Cowboy, Pom Abigail and Cock-a-Poo Grady and my kitties!
Also from Poms
Bridgette and Spritzer who are waiting at the Rainbow Bridge
for us. We will never forget you!
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