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About the CEO of FurrButts
Hi my name is Jaxx, I am a Basset/Springer mix. I am an old man at this point and thought it was time for me to do some good in the world. So my Mom is setting all this up, under my strict supervision. I have asked her to put my story in here if you feel like reading it.
The pound and meeting my family
I found myself and my brother at the SPCA around 10 years ago. I guess it was somewhat of a relief but we couldn't really understand, all we knew is that the nice lady from next door came and untangled us from our chains, gave us some food and water and treated us nice. But then we were brought to this cold place, we didn't like the way the floor felt but we were not getting hit anymore so we put up with it. But why were people always looking at us? We didn't like that at all, we were trapped again and we were scared of people. I wish we could have told them why we didn't like it when they put that leash on our collars.
Days turned into weeks and we started to get a little more comfortable because weren't getting hit. Sometimes little kids would come up to our cage, WE LIKED THEM! But I think we got to excited and the ladies would hurry and pull them away. Then the nice people that fed us started looking at us funny and saying things like "it's such a shame" and "we really need the space". Then one day my now Mom came in with the kids, of course we got real excited to see the little ones and she did the same thing and pulled them back. They walked away, then came back, walked away again, then came back again. Then the guy, we really liked guys too, that feeds us came over and was talking to her. We REALLY wanted to smell those kids! Then he brought out the leash! They took my brother, he didn't fight as much with that thing, I was bigger and I really didn't like it. They came back in, I smelled him, all excited, started asking him questions and he said they are taking you out next. NO they are not, I said. But he told me to relax that the lady was real nice and she will let you smell and lick the kids, and when she touches you it feels real good! Still I wasn't having it, it wasn't worth the pain of remembering...........
that chain tight around my neck, tangled around that tree, when the rains came, trapped, no where to go and hide. When she came, no way to get away from the pain. I would choke my self to try and get away.
THEY WERE NOT putting that leash on me. But they did, and I twisted and pulled but then the little boy started to cry and I stopped, I was scaring him. No, No baby, I won't hurt you, I said. I was very worried about his cries and then I noticed I was already outside. I like being outside. So the lady (mom) knelt down beside me, of course I was a little scared but not as much as I would have been if she was standing up. Anyway she put out her hand and told me it was OK then the best thing I have ever felt in my life, what she called fingernails, behind my ears! OOH I liked that that. Then the sweet little girl ran her hand down my back, that tiny little hand, a hand that felt like it could never hurt a fly. Then uncontrollably I rolled over on my back. But before I could realize how dangerous this could be I was getting my belly rubbed! Oh sweet heaven! I got to kiss the babies and the lady was so nice then I heard the word "home", I wouldn't know until later what that meant.
We went back inside and the lady was talking with the people. The man stayed with me and so did the little girl, she just kept rubbing me. Then the lady took me into the back, NO NO, I said, I want to stay with her! But then I realized she was taking me to say goodbye to my brother. He was very sad, so was I but she told him that they were going to call and let her know if he didn't find a home, and she would come back and get him too. Mom told me later that he has his own little girl now! So on to this "home" thing.
Home
Ok so I get in the door and this time it is NOT cold at all, the ground is soft under my feet kind of like grass but more comfortable. The kids are all over me & I LOVE IT! Still a little weary of mom though. So I start to get real sleepy, mom has put the kids down for their nap so I put my back up against the sofa and crashed! I don't think I have ever slept so good! When I woke up mom calls me to the kitchen, I'm scared but I go, and there before my eyes is a food and water dish all for me and I don't have to share!! I was starting to like this home thing a lot. I was bothered though that there was a fence on the kitchen, oh no I'm trapped again, NO NO, I don't want this. I peed on the floor and then "mom" took me out. Whew, I was worried for a minute. So next time Mom didn't put the gate on and that made me feel better BUT..........I didn't want anyone to come and get my food! So whenever anyone, even the kids, came near the kitchen I told them to BACK OFF! I mean come on they had to understand I went days with no food, I wasn't about to let anyone get it, right? But Mom didn't like this, and I was confused.
That night mom put me in the kitchen with that gate, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! I wasn't having that so I pushed it down, she put me back and I pushed it down again, I think this went on for about two hours and HA she gave up and let me sleep in her bedroom. The door was shut but she was in there with me so that was ok. The next day I went to the kitchen and my food was GONE, someone took it! Now what was I going to do, so I went to see who had it and low and behold Mom and my new little girl were sitting on the sofa with MY FOOD. I didn't know what to do. So when mom gave me a piece I was like, OK? Then she put me on my butt, gently, and said sit, good boy, then gave me another piece. OK?........ She kept doing this then my girl started feeding me, piece by piece, I reserved myself to thinking well at least I'm getting fed. This went on for awhile, like weeks I think. They had me doing all kinds of stuff, it was kind of fun, but the one mom took real serious was "easy" I could tell by the way she said it. So anyway they called it food aggression, I am going to have mom talk more about that in the training tips page because I heard that some dogs don't ever get a home because of that, and people just need to let us know it's ok that's all.
My Life
Well all that's really left to be said is that, I have a good life! My family is the best ever and they let me know they love me ALL the time! My kids are 12 and 10 now AND I have Dad and two more kids! They are 3 and 18 months. Mom was kind of worried when she had my boy, the baby, because she said I have been getting grumpy. OH but he is my favorite! I love him alot! He likes to lay on me and he kisses me more than anyone else.
Mom and Dad have been introducing me to some friends, because they want to find another good dog like me. Mom says that she is ready for a new baby because, before I get to sore in the hips, I have to train them. She's right too and I am very picky. I do not like the little guys at all. I am really a little to old to put up with their mischief. I have been favoring the girls, they just seem to be sweeter but I've met a few fellows that I've liked too. Mom still hasn't found the "right" one, she thought she did but that girl didn't like me very much. Anyway, Mom says she'll "know", just like she did with me. I trust her because she sure did pick a good one :)
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