PART ONE: Oscar, Is it Me You Are Looking For

“People often overlook me.  My brother Quincy gets most of the attention because people seem to like his face more than mine. . He is cute and people seem to really like his pictures on Instagram. Oh, loved that one of Quincy where he was on the couch…. He is so human like…. But how come I do not hear that as often? I actually talk.  My Mom posts my talking videos sometimes on Instagram and even adds a hashtag #dogtalk but Quincy seems to get all the compliments. I do not think I get as many and I wonder why.  I am smarter than Quincy.   My Mom always says I am the brains of the operation. 

 I found my Mom at a Best Friend’s Animal Society event in November 2015 at Pan Pacific Park next to the LA County Museum.  She was doing a side business around dogs and had a table and it so happens she was there with the CEO  of a natural food, treats and supplement line she was a rep with. There were many rescues dogs there or “competition” as I like to call them, who also wanted to be adopted.  I was there with the North Central Animal Shelter which is part of the Los Angeles city shelters.  My Mom asked the woman who was an employee of the Shelter if she could play with me.  The woman  asked, “Do you want to play with him or are you looking to adopt him? Three families looked at him and none of them wanted him. “ She had an East Coast accent. Typical bluntless which I normally like if she was not talking about me.  That hurt my feelings. 

I am not sure why those families turned me down but I was adamant she was not going to be the fourth to turn me down.  I met her with the CEO Roger of her side business and I managed to jump up onto her lap in a fenced in meet and greet area with a bench. It was not easy for me to do that which she did not know at the time.  The shelter woman said you are the only one he did that for. Roger said, “he seems like a great dog.”   I really wanted to impress her and needed her to like me.  I only had a few minutes to show her I liked her and that I was worth getting to know. The competition  was intense. 

After about ten minutes they walked back to the temporary crates I was being kept in. There was a chair right by there and she sat down. She said out loud, “I do not know what to do. I have another dog and I am trying to make sure I am ready for another dog. “ Before she could say anything else, I jumped up in her lap again with all my might and strength, and she said, “Well, I guess I have my answer. He is coming home with me.” 

 Thank you for making it this far. Part 2 of Oscar’s story is in the next blog post.

Xo,

Beth

PS. Have you always wanted to rescue a dog? If so, what type of dog do you want? Leave me your feedback in the comments and thank you for making it this far and sticking with me.