Today we welcomed "No Name" to our home as our new foster brother. He will stay with us while we seek a forever home for him. No Name was found running free in Rocky Ford, Colorado. If you are running free in Rocky Ford, Colorado, you have a lot of room to run. Rocky Ford is on the open plains, it is one of the towns that comedians joke about where the entering town sign and the leaving town sign are both on the same post. The future of "No Name" in the local doggy jail was pretty bleak, so Golden Retriever Rescue of the Rockies arranged transportation for him to our foster home.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Most of our foster brothers and sisters come with some history or background. No Name came with nothing. No bed, no food bowls, no tags, no microchip, no collar, no name, no history, nothing. He is a little over one year old, a beautiful red coat. The humans say that if you look up the definition of "Cute", there is a picture of No Name.
He is full of energy and he will be fun to play with. I still have to teach him which toys are mine and which ones he can play with. I will let him play with the toys I have already pulled the stuffing out of it.
When he came in the house, the humans took him straight to the shower. he smelled like he had been running free for a long time. The humans left the windows open in the car so it would air out. He surprised everyone by standing still for his shampoo. He stood still to be dried and then to be combed. It is not the first time he has been to a groomer.
We found an old collar for him, and an old name tag so he would have some identification if he ran off. Then it was play time. No Name and I went outside where he ran and ran and ran in big circles. After over 30 days in kennels when he was picked up, then in a crate while he was transported, then overnight in the vets office, he was in need of space and a chance to work off energy. Below, he and I play tug-o-war with a rubber duck.
No Name sits well, he walks on a leash, so someone has loved him. He must have a name, the humans tried calling him by different names to see if they could find out who he was. It went something like this:
"Henry, come here Henry". To which No Name would come running and wag, wag, wag.
"Bill, Come Bill". To which No Name would come running and wag, wag, wag.
"Rex, come here Rex". To which No Name would come running and wag, wag, wag.
No Name comes running and wagging no matter what you call him. So now we have to find a way to name him and start teaching him his name.
Keep reading, follow the story of "No Name". Help us find him a new home and a new identity for Christmas.
Mogley G. Retriever