Charlie Bear here.
This month I’m going to be five. Back when I was just one, if you had asked my rescuer Ryo and my foster mom Sara if I’d make it to five, they’d have said it was unlikely.
I ferociously guarded my food, didn’t like to be touched, and I threw temper tantrums. It wasn’t the best behavior for a dog that needed a forever home, but it was all I knew, living alone on the streets in Los Angeles, fending for myself among packs of other dogs all vying for the same pitiful morsels of food scrounged from a dumpster or thrown away in styrofoam at the side of a road. On top of that, the fur at the rear end of me got all matted and started to pull at me. It hurt when I sat down so I’d jump up and start to spin in circles, snapping at my tail.
Then something good happened. My foster mom Sara asked a behaviorist to work with me. He did and I got a little better. Enough better that Sara thought I might be adoptable. She really wanted me to have a forever home.
So along came candidates to adopt me. Some were too young, some were too focused on making me a purse dog, some didn’t have the experience to deal with a dog like me. Sara almost resigned herself to me being unadoptable, especially when I had spinning episodes after each encounter with a possible adoption home (seems even after that matted fur was trimmed off I still had the old behavior).
Alas, it was looking bleak for me. And then…on the horizon…came riding in a knight in shining armor. Okay, not a guy on a horse, but to me he was a savior.
Dad Peep. He loved me instantly. And guess what? I allowed him to touch me and to pet me, and I fell in love with him, too. He was kind to me, and spoke softly to me. I had to work to get Mom Peep to fall for me, but she had a big dog named Rex that she loved. I figured she could have him and Dad Peep could have me. ha!
So that’s how the story started. And here we are four years later with me almost five now.
Do you ever look back? I do, just to see how far I’ve come. I’m thankful for what I have: a forever home with Peeps who love me.
And if you’re curious about my whole story (which is WAY more than what I’ve mentioned … like how Mom Peep almost didn’t keep me), you can find it in the book we wrote: CHARLIE BEAR. Click on Mom’s website link to see it: www.bjtayloronline.com
Wiggles and Woofies,