This is a story about me, my sister, and my dogs, and how we all came to be an awesome-sauce best friends we are today!
Ever since the dawn of time, dogs have been man's best friend. *Dramatic intro*
As soon as I could talk and walk, I had always been obsessed with animals. Especially dogs. Every time I saw the ASPCA commercial come on TV showing all the sad, homeless, abused animals that wanted a loving home and family I would bawl my eyes out (when I was younger, but I still fight back tears!) and beg my dad for a dog of my own to rescue. My twin sister didn't understand why I felt like this, she thought I was just being a baby, lol!
So 10 years after I had given up on adopting a dog of my own, my dad comes over to my grandma's house to pick me and my sister up (we're about 12 now) and I see a big, black and brown dog sitting beside him. I asked whose dog he belonged to, and he said, "Well, he doesn't really belong to anybody right now. I found him on my way to work today. He doesn't have a name yet." Instantly I say Bandit, while my sister wants to name him Shadow. We went with Bandit, since he kind of has a mask on his face, covering his eyes. We got him a collar, food dishes, shampoo to clean him up with, and all that good stuff.
The first week since we've had him, he was very tired and lazy, and limped on his front right paw. It got really bad, to the point where he couldn't hardly get up to eat his food, and so we took him to the vet. He had severe lymes disease, and the doctor said if we had waited any longer he might have died from it. Leave to doctors to always make us feel stupid, lol!
We gave him his medicine for about a month, even though he seemed perfectly normal within the first week of taking the medicine. He was a little unsociable with strangers, especially dogs, and would attack them sometimes, which was a huge issue in the beginning, someone could have called to have him put down for being too aggressive. It still his a problem today, he likes to bark and run up to strangers walking down the road, riding bikes, or with dogs. But he knows most of the time to stay in the yard now, even after 5 years!
Recently, my twin has been begging my dad to get her a dog, a dog of her own. Since Bandit is an Australian Cattle Dog mix, that breed tends to cling to one or two people in a family, and those two people happened to be me and my dad, not my sister.
After a week of persuading and begging and pleasing and tears, my sister finally got her way, as she always seems to, and we went to the shelter the next day. There were plenty of dogs, some even looking like Bandit! I wanted one named Jess, but she saw a thin, tall, black dog named Foxy and fell in love. We took them outside, saw her run around, met her, and introduced her to Bandit, which went surprisingly well, for how much he dislikes other dogs. She was skittish around us for the first day, but quickly warmed up to us within three hours! Her and Bandit were playing as if they had known each other since birth.
So I got my Big Boy Bandit, and my sister has her rambunctious Foxy (Foxanne Yolanda The Swift, as she likes to call her).
Everybody's happy! For now, at last, lol!