My Pup!

June 29th, 2010 § 3

We’ve been keeping an eye out for the right dog for several months. While I love all dog breeds (er, not the small yap-pities), I’ve had my heart set on a German Shepherd for a long time now, preferably a rescue and preferably puppy. Naturally one cannot be too picky at the SPCA; where Pit Bull mixes and Chihuahuas tend to rule the roost. However, this past Saturday we popped by the shelter for our usual rounds and were pleasantly surprised to find Bradley, a 3 month old rescue German Shepherd.

Poor Bradley found himself at the SPCA after he was struck by a car. He’s got a bruised lung, road rash, and an infected laceration on his hind paw that has spread to the bone. Thankfully he’s responding very well to antibiotics, and appears completely unfazed by his injuries. Unfortunately they can’t neuter him until he’s off the medication, and he can’t come home with us until he’s been neutered. The timing is perfect actually, since we’re still moving, settling in and all. I can’t imagine trying to housebreak a puppy in a sea of boxes.

Despite being a little groggy from his medication, Bradley took to us straightaway. He’s going to be a very large, healthy, happy dog. I cannot wait until he’s all better so we can take him home!

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