Hey! So this is my introduction for the people that don't know me, which is probably the general population of DF by now... and the reintroduction/catch up for the people that remember me... which is probably nobody. :P
First off, for the people who know me, Tasha (my first dog), is doing wonderful.
She's four and a half years old now and still acts like a puppy. She's been amazing for me these last four years, she's really just been there through everything and I can honestly say I've never had a better human friend. Here's an old picture of Tasha for y'all.
SOOO... A while after my DF days, right after my 18th birthday, my mom got remarried. She moved to PA with my brother for their new life. I ended up staying in WV to work on my own. My aunt offered to let me move into a small guest house on her property... but it needed lots of fixing. All the pipes had froze and busted, the toilet/sink needed replace, floors needed redone, walls painted (still working on this one... I'm a horrible procrastinator lol), etc... So in just a few days I packed all my belongings up, moved into my dad's camper, bought a truck, and got a job at an animal clinic working 7-2 Monday through Friday and split shifts every other weekend.
The job is pretty awesome.
I work in the kennels of the clinic. They have dogs/cats that board there while their owners are on vacation or whatnot and they also have all the surgery/sick/hospitalized animals back there, so I get to take care of all the doggies and kitties and critters... help them after their surgeries, walk, feed, etc. It's pretty awesome being able to deal with all the animals and help them out without having to deal with the people behind them since I just work in the back, lol. While I was working there
I adopted a stray cat that wondered around the clinic all the time... I named her Mable but ended up calling her "cat" all the time. Then she gained wait... tremendously, so now I find myself calling her "Cow", lol. But she doesn't mind, she's proud of herself. That's her horrified face for being caught on camera.
I'd been best friends with a guy on youtube for several years and last year we finally decided to meet, so I flew all the way out to Alabama. We ended up dating and visiting each other every so often. Tasha loved him the second she saw him btw.
As a side note, Tasha is an amazing sweet heart with the people she knows, but she dislikes all men until they've been around her long enough to gain her complete and total trust. I'm pretty sure she got this from me thoughhh... And while I'd like her to be friendly around everybody, I reallyyyy appreciated the protection she provided me while I was living by myself. Nothing scarier than having gangs of robbers going through all the neighborhood, staying out in a camper with walls so thin you can hear the leaves blow outside, and then some guy shining a flashlight through your window during the middle of the night. ANYWAYS, Tasha liked him the very second she saw him, didn't even pause to sniff him over like she does everyone else. On one of his visits here we ended up finding THIS dog
This is Milo.
We found him when we were out walking. We returned him to the house we saw him hanging around and then went home. A few days later I was out at a festival and found him AGAIN. He saw me and got so excited to see me he came running across the road to see me and almost got hit my a semi truck. I ended up taking him home again only to find out the people really weren't their owners, they said he'd been dumped down there and just hung around their house and they let him. So I left him there again before running into him a third time the very next day as I was bicycling to work. I ended up taking him with me and keeping him.
I took him to work with me that morning and got him his shots and tests done. I got a heart worm test done on him like I do with all my animals and unfortunately it came back positive.
He ended up getting restricted to the living room, getting confined to his kennel when he got to excited, and short walks outside for the next few months... It broke my heart more than his I think, he was pretty chill and patient with me and all his treatments. Now he's all better and best buddies with Tasha. As long as he's around, she's not the least bit wary of strangers or the vet.
Milo really is the biggest, happiest go-luckiest dog I've ever met. Only drawback is his food aggression with other dogs and I need to take some seriouss work with him on leash training, he thinks he's a sled dog.