Saturday, July 30, 2011
Meet Banjo
It was very, very quiet in our house. Too quiet.
By the time Goldie had been gone for three weeks, we were ready for another dog to love. We had first met "Elroy" just two weeks after Goldie died, when we wandered by an adoption day in the Petsmart parking lot. There was this whiskery faced black and brown terrier in a crate, looking lively. I looked over in time to see the little guy lock eyes with Mark and stick his paw out of the crate to him. It really was love at first sight. But, we weren't ready yet, so we went home - confident that when we were ready there would be a wonderful dog for us, and that Elroy would certainly find a home. Several families were also looking at him that day. How could you not want to take home that face?
By the time Goldie had been gone for three weeks, we were ready for another dog to love. We had first met "Elroy" just two weeks after Goldie died, when we wandered by an adoption day in the Petsmart parking lot. There was this whiskery faced black and brown terrier in a crate, looking lively. I looked over in time to see the little guy lock eyes with Mark and stick his paw out of the crate to him. It really was love at first sight. But, we weren't ready yet, so we went home - confident that when we were ready there would be a wonderful dog for us, and that Elroy would certainly find a home. Several families were also looking at him that day. How could you not want to take home that face?
One week later we had had enough of our quiet home and were ready to bring home another dog to love. We all immediately thought of Elroy, and we emailed the rescue group who brought him to Petsmart. He was not only still available, but he was going to be coming back to Petsmart that very Saturday. We had a few reservations, however. Elroy was a terrier. Terriers bark and dig and are generally the personality opposite of an old Golden Retriever. Were we ready for such a high demand dog? For such a change?
Back at Petsmart on Saturday, Elroy went straight from the rescue group's van to our waiting arms . . . where he proceeded to bark loud, fast, and nonstop at every dog within sight. It was a little bit of an "oh no" moment. Could we really handle this dog? I gave Mark my "I don't know about this" face, but knew he was too far gone to walk away. Really, we all were.
Elroy is now Banjo. He did not know his name, so renaming wasn't a problem and he now readily answers to Banjo. He is learning quickly - he's mostly housebroken, knows how to sit, comes to a clicker or whistle and mostly to "come!" But he is indeed a strong willed terrier. He has had few moments of aggressive barking and training is in full swing. We think he might be a Yorky/Mountain Goat cross, because he climbs everywhere - the back of the couch, the table if he can get there, and from footrest to footrest across the living room couch and chairs.
Or maybe he's a little known kind of terrier - Insect Terrier. Flies, June bugs, or anything that flies is hunted down with single minded determination. He also loves to chase the water from the hose across the yard. On the hot days we've had, this has been loads of fun!
Playing in the hose is usually followed by drying off in the grass or swing. Nothing better than being tired, wet, and covered in grass!
We may be biased, but Banjo is smart. Part of his original appeal were his bright, inquisitive eyes. He is curious about everything and watching him try to figure something out can be hilarious. Here he is watching a youtube video of a barking yorkie puppy on my computer. Cute!
A new family member is an adventure. We don't know all of his history, and he does come with a little baggage. Was he abused? Frightened? At just three months of age he was found wandering on the south side of Indianapolis and taken to Animal Care and Control. His family, if he had one, had just four days to find him before he would be slated to euthanasia. No one came for him. Fortunately, Rescue Farm regularly checks the shelter for adoptable dogs who are slated to be euthanized, and they picked up the unnamed pup and took him to their shelter. Unlike the overwhelmed county facility, they believe in naming their dogs, and so they gave him the name Elroy. We are grateful for their work - in the process of finding Banjo we read the stories of dozens of dogs in their care. Some had homes they were happy in, only to have their families abandon them due to life circumstances. Some grew up in puppy mills or with abusive owners. Rescue work is not for the faint of heart, but I'm so glad they do what they do so that Banjo's bright spark was not lost.
Obedience classes begin for Banjo (or for us?) today, back at Petsmart. Rescue Farms will be there again, with another van full of dogs that need loving homes. It's probably better that I not look too closely - Banjo is all we can handle. But maybe next summer there will be another Elroy for us???
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He looks a bit bigger than our Scruffy...but that whole Yorkie bright eyes and smart, cocked head...oh, it's just TOO cute! So glad that Banjo has joined your family! I'll pray for you all...seriously!
OH, and digging tip that really works...sprinkle cayenne pepper lightly on digged places...No eye or nose irritation..but she stopped completely in one week!!