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Success stories

Precious

Precious

Precious is a tiny little min pin who is blind and deaf. She was easily scared and always hiding in a pile of blankets. Here is an update from her mom, Lara:

“Remember I said I had started to feed Precious on the floor next to her bed, rather than in her bed? Well, A couple of times now she has not wanted to take her food when it was given, and I just left the bowl there on the floor. After a time, she chose to leave her bed and go to eat her food, standing next to her bed – like a real dog. She is doing so well! The surgery has made a big difference to her quality of life. A very big difference.

Yesterday we sat in the garden for a short time (until I lost the sun) – I took her whole bed out and put it at my feet. Well, she squeaked and chirped a great deal and smelled the air incessantly for about twenty minutes, then curled up on her towel. I put a couple of different garden items in her bed – a small potted plant, herb leaves, flowers – and let her investigate. She seemed to have a grand old time. The neighbour’s dog was in their garden, Precious sensed him and whined with (positive) excitement. Very cool. She is learning to lie contentedly while I drink coffee or eat lunch at a restaurant. So much more trusting of her world.

She has changed my life too. She is lying here at my feet like a little bird in the egg of her basket. My cat is sharing a pillar of sunlight with her and the house is so peaceful."

It’s never too late for a new beginning!

If you adopted a Muttville dog, we would love to feature you in an upcoming ‘Success Story’. Please contact success_stories@muttville.org with the Subject line ‘Success Story’

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Chloe

Chloe

Foster-turned-forever mom Patty shares her story of when she first met a sweet deaf cocker spaniel named Chloe who stole her heart.

“I was at at Muttville one day two years ago as a backup walker when Sherri said, ‘can you take this dog home to foster?’

My last Muttville canine visitor had just gone to his forever home so I said ‘sure!’

I had walked Chloe, a deaf black cocker spaniel around Muttville HQ’s neighborhood before and remembered that she was good on the leash. Onto her temporary home we went where I introduced her to my permanent Muttville guy, Frankie. He digs the chicks and he was glad to meet her.

Chloe…I learned early on that touching a sleeping dog who can’t hear is startling, so I blew on her, that worked.

She wakes up gently and she wakes up often as this deaf dog tends to close her eyes more than a dog whose senses are engaged.

Her vet said she could hear at some point but those chronic cocker ear infections had taken that ability away.

For Muttville’s website, I was sure to take good photos of Chloe as I had heard about ‘black dog prejudice’ and I know how important a good photo is in the ‘aww’ factor of a would-be adopter coming forward. I was sure that you could see her deep soulful eyes and her shiny black coat.

One inquiry, that was all that came in, and it was from a person who had a female black cocker in the recent past.

A couple of months into my relationship with Chloe, I noticed she had some raw pink spots above some toe nails. We made an appointment at SFVS to see the doggie dermatologist, then the doggie oncologist and together they determined lymphoma was the cause of this condition. Six rounds of chemo ensued and she got through it easily.

The sores healed, her blood work looked good and by gosh, we were in love.

The interested party didn’t want a dog who had cancer or was in remission, I get it.

I often wonder where Chloe came from and why someone gave her up.

Her face is so attentive, goofy, smiley, appreciative, and sweet.

Muttville has rescued 1,150 worthy dogs, Chloe was almost 600 dogs ago.

Cocker Spaniels, I count myself as a Cocker person now…we talk at dog parks.

Are you the proud parent of Muttville dog? Send us your story! Include three of your favorite photos and send it to success_stories@muttville.org with the subject line 'Success Story'.

Pepper

Pepper

Pepper is a very special little Pom. In fact she is so special that she decided that she wanted to tell her own story! In the words of Pepper, here is how she found her forever home with her family, Jennifer and Stephanie:

I knew from the moment I saw her that she was the one. She had come over to Sherri’s to see a dog called Honey Bear and before leaving, she asked to be introduced to the other available mutts. That’s when she ventured upstairs to the shoe closet where I was waiting for my prince/princess to come.

Since arriving at Muttville from the mean streets of San Jose, I had been hanging out upstairs, enjoying the peace and quiet. When Jenny walked through the door and sat herself down, I could tell what she was thinking – although growing up with dogs, she’d never had small, fluffy one like me. She thought of us as fashion accessories, carried around in purses. I knew she wasn’t looking for a dog like me and gave me a skeptical look when I jumped on to her lap and Sherri remarked, “look at that, she really likes you!” “I bet she says that to everyone,” I could hear Jenny say in her head as she walked off to check out another dog, a spunky terrier named Fancy. My heart sank when I heard her say that Fancy was more her type – medium sized, a little scruffy and who could keep up on hikes, bike rides and long walks.

A couple days later, Jenny returned, this time with Stephanie, to take Fancy up to the dog park. Since Stephanie was there too, they decided to take me along as well. I had just had a dental and was still getting over my anesthesia, so I was moving a little slower than usual. Thankfully, Stephanie helped me up the steps that lead to the park. I could tell Jenny was saying to herself, “see, no way a little Pom would work for me.” She was absorbed with trying to get Fancy to walk calmly on the leash and not run wildly all over the place and hardly noticed I was doing everything I could to get her to notice me.

When Jenny and Stephanie returned, they found out that Fancy was probably going to be adopted by someone else, but Sherri suggested that they foster me for a couple of weeks just to see if having a dog in their lives would work. Jenny was indeed concerned that a small condo and full-time job might not be the best environment for a dog, so fostering sounded like a good way to try things out. Since I seemed well-mannered and polite, she thought I would be a good dog to introduce to Ginger, the cat of the house. So, it was agreed that on July 2nd I’d come over to a 2 week visit.

Jenny took that day off so that she could get me settled in and that weekend we went up to Sonoma to spend some time with Stephanie’s family. Everyone I met fell in love with me, but I wasn’t quite sure how Jenny felt. She’s the strong silent type and probably didn’t want to admit that she could fall for a fluffy little Pom like me. As the days went by, however, I could tell that her heart was starting to melt. She took me everywhere, even to work, and when we went for walks up and down the steep hills of Potrero Hill, she’d pick me up if I started to fall behind and hold me up by her shoulder so we could chat about the day. When Jenny called Sherri to ask it if was OK to take me to Bernie’s for a bath and haircut, we all knew that I wouldn’t be going back to Muttville. Jenny had realized that despite herself, I was in fact the perfect dog for her and she couldn’t imagine life without me. She might not have thought that I was the dog she wanted, but I showed her that I was exactly what she needed.

It’s been three years now and I can’t remember what life was like before Jenny, Stephanie, Ginger and I became a family. We’ve been on many great adventures and every day we are together is a gift. Thank you, Muttville, for my fairy tale ending!

“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find you get what you need.” – Rolling Stones

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Are you the proud parent of Muttville dog? Send us your story! Include three of your favorite photos and send it to success_stories@muttville.org with the subject line 'Success Story'.

Henry

Henry

This is not just a Muttville success story about a mutt once named Scotty, now named Henry. Written by his mom Cara, read about Henry and Cara, two success stories that began after they found each other and changed each other’s lives in positive ways.

It all started with # 383. His name then was Scotty and when my husband Justin and I walked through to door to Sherry’s house and into to a cacophony of barks welcoming us to the official headquarters of Muttville, he was anxiously sniffing and watching as the other more forward dogs charged us. Justin sat on the couch and I stood next to Sherry and began explaining: “We’re just here to foster a pup…I got a new place and we can have dogs, but we’re thinking we don’t know if we’re ready for the long term commitment.” There were 2 other ladies there checking out the moving mass of fur and paws- a bit overwhelmed as well. It was quite the scene of energy, excitement, anxiety and anticipation.

Things calmed down a bit and that’s when this little senior dog made his move. His white fluff was a dingy gray at this point and his eyes were watery and lost. These were the symptoms you would expect from anything that had been through his recent dramatic life changes: from years with a cozy house and family to cold shelter, then to a new house with 13 other dogs and a future undefined. In the next moment, the sea of pups seemed to part and he moved forward, put his paws on my shins and stared upwards in silence. I was a bit startled by the calm move. While the rest of the dogs continued their alarm barking, Scotty continued to gaze at me. I stared back, then turned to Justin and said “Oh no…he’s coming home with us now.” Justin nodded with resignation knowing now that the foster gig was short lived and we gathered our new family member and took him straight for a bath. Scotty became Henry and millions of hugs later, he’s found a place in our hearts.

The story doesn’t end here, though. Henry has brought more to our lives than TLC…he helped me found a business. When I got Henry, I wasn’t prepared to be a long-term caretaker and having a full time career in Human Resources, I had to find walker immediately. My search began in earnest the day after we brought Henry home. I started asking around, looking online and reading what I could about finding a perfect match for your pup. Unfortunately, I wasn’t finding what I wanted: a daily outing (more than just a walk around the block) of at least an hour at a local park, a dog walker with solid educational or real world animal behavior experience, a service that was managed and not just a side job for someone, groups of no more than 6 dogs and a company with a bent toward environmentally friendly business practices. I was picky. I was also an HR Director who knew how to hire people. The solution became Canine Crew, my very own business where I could hire the exact people I wanted who loved Henry and any other pups that may want to enjoy a daily outing.

Now, two years later, Canine Crew has grown to 5 experienced walkers, a fabulous General Manager and more than 30 dogs who get to enjoy top notch care from outings to dog (and people!) training, to overnight boarding and sitting. Muttville has provided more than a home for a dog that needed love, it has provided a livelihood for 6 people, ongoing love and attention for the pups we service, and the excitement of starting a small business for a woman who wouldn’t have tried if not for a loving dog that made the decision to do it very easy. I never forget that. In order to pay it forward, I am extremely proud to say that in the first half of this year, we were able to donate $1,000 to Muttville and we expect to do the same for the second half as well. I can only hope that this money helps bring another dog to a loving home and helps inspire them to do something wonderful. You’d be surprised what a little dog can do.

Are you the proud parent of Muttville dog? Send us your story! Include three of your favorite photos and send it to success_stories@muttville.org with the subject line 'Success Story'.

Sparky

Sparky

He came to Muttville as Bobo, and now Sparky is in a wonderful forever home. Read about his new happy life from his dad, Francis:

I love Sparky, aka Bo, so much that I couldn’t even put it into words, and I swear that he actually does his best to protect and look after me. Sparky is the most wonderful dog that I have ever known, and I can’t tell you how many times a day I tell him how much I love him. We are totally aclimated to each other and from the first few days when he slept on his bed, to now when we sleep together and he makes sure that our bodies are touching. I wake up now if we lose contact, but we correct that situation right away. I took 100 or so pictures of Sparky doing all kinds of things, and all kinds of nothing that only his Daddy would find cute and charming. Two weeks ago I gave him his first bath and I got rid of the tangles that he had at the base of his tail and and on his hind legs. I don’t know if he enjoyed his bath, but still he was very well behaved. I keep Sparky on his lead but I may give him 10 feet or so to roam a bit, but he is never out of my sight, and I can pull him in, should strange people or animals approach us. I’m not about to have anything happen to Sparky and I think he appreciates my care because no matter what I may be doing, Sparky will always find a place to lay down and rest where he can watch me.

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Stella

Stella

Thank you to StubbyDog for first publishing this article about Muttville’s Stella (once named Smoochie). StubbyDog is a non-profit, 501©(3), focused on changing public perceptions of pit bulls.

“A 9-year-old pit bull celebrates finally having a family to call her own” by Tommy Zervas (Stella’s new forever dad)

Stella, a beautiful, red and white, 9-year-old female pit bull, came into my life on June 3, 2011. Josie, from San Jose, had been fostering Stella (who was then called Smoochy) and drove all the way out to my place in the Richmond district of San Francisco, just so that Samson, my 14-year-old terrier/poodle mix, and I could meet her. It was love at first sight for me.

Samson, however, had mixed feelings about this 68–pound creature that was getting way too much attention from his own human.

We kept Stella, purely on a trial basis (although I had already decided to keep her), to see if we could possibly become a happy family.

For Stella, this was yet another new environment – she had been at the Marin Shelter prior to Muttville Senior Dog Rescue taking her in and placing her in foster care. The first night the big girl stepped up onto the cedar chest at the foot of my queen-sized bed and just stared at me as if to ask permission to come up and join Samson and me. I was so impressed by this massive dog’s politeness. Someone had trained her. She sits when I ask her, stays, comes (most times) and gives enormous kisses upon request.

As our adventure began to unfold, I found that most people, especially those at parks, were excited to welcome Stella’s warm greeting. Pit bulls, I had found, are not as frightening to most people as I had previously believed.

Stella is a kind and gentle animal with child-like emotions that allow her to feel great happiness from the smallest of gestures. She is also as graceful, if not more so, than any other dog I’ve had in my life, even though her size and weight alone could total any three of them. Feeling confident about taking her along with me to the doctor’s or dentist’s offices was a concern for me at first, because I’ve always been welcomed to bring Samson along with me, in fact encouraged, whenever I have an appointment.

Well, the first time I had an appointment with my primary physician, Ms. Stella, as well as Samson of course, came right into the waiting room, where she was greeted with great warmth by fellow patients, as well as the entire staff. I had the same concern with taking Stella to see my good friend who runs a store in the Haight. I like to visit him a few times a week and generally hang out to shoot the breeze for several hours at a time. But time flies when you’re visiting a good friend, and I was afraid that I might have to shorten my visits if Stella was not comfortable in the store’s environment or if the customers were not as comfortable as they are in most every case when they see Samson, who is one of the store’s mascots. But again, Stella pulled her own weight, warming up to customers and melting my friend’s heart from the very first day that we visited.

During my most recent adventure, my good friends and I, as well as Stella and Samson, all went for a three-day vacation to a friend’s home in Calistoga. We started out on a Tuesday morning, all packed into my PT Cruiser, with Stella putting a heavy lean on one of my friends and stretched out across another in the back seat, all quite comfortable.

After lunch we switched drivers, and I took over as official headrest for the girl.

When we arrived at our destination, Stella would have nothing to do with the backyard, which adjoins a vineyard, has a huge deck, lush gardens, and outdoor kitchen and pool. I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t enjoy the freedom and beauty of being in such a place, but she did frequent the yard to use as her bathroom (thank God). She’s been very good about waiting until she’s outside.

Stella did, however, manage to have a good time, because she got plenty of hugs and treats, especially from my friend’s 11-year-old son. She appears to be an excellent pet for children.

Even I cuddled up with Ms. Stella for a hug on the sofa in the afternoon and found myself waking over an hour later with her still in my arms.

Upon our return home, while pulling into the garage, I noticed both dogs getting excited in the backseat. After opening the door to the lobby of our building in which we live, both Stella and Samson ran up the stairs like two children running to the tree on Christmas morning. Stella was home. It was then that I truly felt in my heart that Stella the pit bull is and always will remain a big part of my life.

Are you the proud parent of Muttville dog? Send us your story! Include three of your favorite photos and send it to success_stories@muttville.org with the subject line 'Success Story'.

- Part 1: Bongo

- Part 1: Bongo

This year’s Moolah For Mutts welcomed canine honorary guests, including Bongo, a pomeranian mix, who was featured in the night’s video presentation that accompanied Sherri’s touching speech to the guests. It didn’t take long for the audience to fall in love with this beautiful dog, and one lucky couple was so taken by his story that they adopted him that night.

But Bongo’s success story started months before he was adopted the night of Moolah For Mutts. Read Bongo’s touching story as told by his foster dad, Joe, whose love and TLC brought this senior mutt from near death to full of life:

I received a call one afternoon from a volunteer at the Martinez shelter. She wanted to tell me about a senior Pomeranian mix that ran out of time and was about to be euthanized. He was a stray with no known history or even a name. She said he was alert, friendly but very skinny and wanted to know if Muttville can help. I told her yes, I will foster him and later that day he was transported to my home.

Out of the car came this bedraggled little dog with bald patches where fur once was, a truly sad looking sight. As the dog was placed in my arms I was shocked at how emaciated this dog was, I could literally feel every single bone in his body. He was just skin and bones. In his present condition he could not be that far from dying. I’m not sure if it was just because he was weak or that he knew he was safe but he sighed and immediately rested his head against my chest. I knew this dog needed help desperately and it would take some time but he had an amazing will to survive. He walked around outside to explore but was so weak that even walking off a curb caused his weak little legs to collapse beneath him. He appeared to be embarrassed by his lack of mobility and struggled to get up, what a brave little guy he is. He was so pathetic looking that he needed a name that was happy and he became Bongo.

That night Bongo ate and seemed to have a strong appetite which made me wonder why he was so thin, was he wandering around without food for months, could it be that simple? I quickly found out why, he had a very acute case of diarrhea. The poor dog lost all nutrients immediately. We had to find out why and quickly. The vet did numerous tests and after several exhaustive tests that showed nothing we finally found out that he had irritable bowel syndrome for which steroids were prescribed. After 2 weeks the diarrhea finally ended and I have to say I have never been so happy over a bowel movement!

Through all the other tests the only thing we could find was a heart murmur and dental disease. Unfortunately with the murmur we could not address the teeth but the immediate goal was to put some much needed weight on Bongo.

Over the next few months Bongo flourished. He started going on long walks with us and our other dogs and even started going up stairs. I still remember the day when he started chiming in with the other dogs when they were barking at the mailman. Normally the barking annoys me but with Bongo I smiled from ear to ear and said “you go little man” He seemed so proud that he chased the man away and from that day on became the little man of the house, a role he takes seriously.

Bongo has blossomed into an amazing dog. He seems to know that he was given a second chance and loves every minute of it. He goes on long walks, up to 2 miles and trots the whole time with his tail wagging. He still loves to eat and most certainly has had a hard past of searching for food because he is constantly looking. He has put on several pounds and his bald patches even filled in. When we go walking everyone thinks he is a puppy but I say no, he is a survivor.

Without Muttville, Bongo would not be here today. No one would have taken a dog in such need and spent the time and money to give him a chance. Many would have thought it would have been more humane to let him go but I can tell you without doubt this dog wanted to live and just needed a chance.

He got that chance thanks to Muttville and I’m honored to have been his caretaker over the last several months and look forward to the day when he gets his forever home with someone who will give him all the love he so deserves.

Thank you Joe for sharing his amazing story, and we can’t wait to share the rest of his success as he begins a new chapter of his life.

Are you the proud parent of Muttville dog? Send us your story! Include three of your favorite photos and send it to success_stories@muttville.org with the subject line 'Success Story'.

Brinnie

Brinnie

Written by her very doting and funny mom, Deborah:

Brinnie (AKA: Principessa Brinessa De Muttvilla; Tr: Princess Brinessa of Muttville) is darling; with the exception of a rare warning to me when her old joints are hurting, she is tolerant, gentle, patient, willing and too beautiful! She has made fast friends with the staff at our wonderful Vet’s, and children are drawn to the oversized eyes that make her look like an illustration in a children’s storybook.
She has some very strong preferences, too! Loves her carrots and bananas, and I have found that smearing an air-thin layer of P-nut Butter inside of a recycled pudding cup is distraction for hours; and that she has a very definite love of laying on the cool hardwood floor, though after this week’s “salon” trip, at which I decided we’d go “summer” and shave out her belly, she doesn’t seem to need the cool floor as much.
Apparently she LOVES books, too… Not so much reading them actually, as snacking on them.
I am not sure how long she had been browsing the Art section of my bookcase; but she became very fond of (the taste of) two of my very collectable Art books; One, a primarily Black and White collection of stunning nature photography, printed in 1942, my mother’s book in High School- I love that book; and the other, a long out-of-print compilation of the etchings, lithographs and sketches by the highly respected Israeli landscape artist, Anna Ticho.
You see, Brinessa IS a Princess and royalty KNOWS about things of taste. Especially, it seems, Bookbinders glue! VERY Tasty.
“Why????????” I couldn’t figure OUT why, with over 250 books on that shelf, she had ferreted just two and stuck with them. (“Stuck,” it turns out, being the key term.) As I looked at their “enhanced’ bindings, and all the tooth marks along the spines of those two books, I asked myself, “what would make her choose just those 2 books?”
Thoughtful time passed, and then, “OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I bet it has to do with the glue! (Horse Glue, Maybe?)” I ran to the internet, typed in “Bookbinding Glue” and sure enough, Horse and Rabbit renderings were the primary ingredient in older binding adhesives. No big deal (other than the sad ‘YUK’ factor). I went through all the old books and moved them onto higher shelves, and got the two she had coveted out of harm’s way (they will need to be rebound of course, but that will have to wait until the oil well comes in!) and she has not gone near the bookcase since.
Which brings me to Brinnie’s NOSE. She can smell things eons away. I will find her, her nose to something that the other two dogs have NEVER paid attention to. And I have to think very hard (OUCH!) until I remember when I spilt some soup in the kitchen 3 months before, or one of the other dogs had enjoyed a cookie on the corner of the carpet in June of 2005, or “Why is she scratching the dog booster seat in the car???” -the long-ago-forgotten treats I had zipped into the front pocket, THAT’S why! I have learned not to doubt her; she is never wrong. If her nose is there, something edible is close by. I just have to make sure what she decides is edible is not also READABLE! How convenient for her that as great as her nose is, her near-deafness allows her to pretend she isn’t making “bad decisions” as I loudly try to point them out to her!
I felt the need to provide you readers some evidence, and so, here is Brinnie, unwilling to face the camera, alongside the results of her relatively short-lived foray into the world of fine art!

The wonder of all of this is that somehow, I don’t really care. This dog is such a complete vision of loveliness, and such a lovable creature, that “…really; a few books? Never mind.” She makes me smile, and laugh, and is delicious to the touch, with a coat of fur as soft as cotton candy. She is so good about everything else, so MUCH better than my two other beloved pups- on walks, about the furniture, with visitors, at going outside to take care of business no matter the weather, at mealtimes… that I guess a few old book spines is a mighty small price to pay for so much enrichment and entertainment!
I did not go to Muttville on January 6th 2011 to adopt Brinnie; I went on the trail of a little guy I had seen posted closer to home here in the Central Valley, who had since been taken to Muttville. I was wise enough to bring the two “Boys” with me so they could help select their new pal. And they chose Brinnie. And she stopped wandering around Sherri’s garden where she was busy sniffing out long-forgotten food for a while, and came over to stand with us. And that was it. “When it’s right it’s right!”
Decision made.
No looking back.
Wouldn’t want to!

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Phoebe

Phoebe

Here is a hilarious look at the new life of Phoebe as told by her proud papa, Norm:

Well, I’ve created a brat. A cute brat, but a brat just the same.

It was obvious when I got Phoebe that she had never, in her entire life, had anything to look forward to. I decided I was going to fix that. It took a while but I have her now where she loves to share my breakfast bacon. I even get her her own, the turkey bacon is only $2 a pound and I wouldn’t eat the stuff but she loves it.

Well, one morning I was late getting her her first piece and she could smell it cooking. She stood on the porch; she can see me in the kitchen and BARKED at me with an indignant look on her face no less. She barked twice – like “you’re tardy with the bacon dude.” It was too funny. But what makes it funnier is that I had never heard her bark before that, I didn’t think she knew how. She’ll stand on the porch and watch rabbits hop by and ducks waddle by and not make a sound.

Also, when I first got her she didn’t know what dog treats were. I left four different types right by the door she uses to go in and out and she never looked at them. I finally found some chicken strips that are kind of like bacon and she LOVES them. She’s become a pest about them too. The only time I’ve see her tail up is when she snatches treat off of the porch and scampers into the back yard to eat it.

Of course, she won’t take the bacon or treats from my fingers; I can’t be trusted don’t ya know…

What a cutie.

Phoebe has come a long way since her first day at Muttville. We are so proud of her, and so thankful that Norm has given her the new beginning she deserves!

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Mister Rufus

Mister Rufus

Thank you to wonderful parents Anthony and Lori. In their own words, here is their happy life with Mister Rufus:

When we first saw Mister Rufus (his name was Rusty at the time) coming down the street with his foster Susan we were hooked. It was literally love at first sight for us. Sherri had suggested we meet him and from his pictures we thought he might be bigger than we were looking for. But he was just twenty pounds of sweetness that we could not resist.

We met Rufus on a Saturday and by Sunday afternoon he was home with us. He might be a senior dog but he doesn’t show it. He has the spirit and curiosity of a puppy. Mister Rufus suffers from pollen and grain allergies but that doesn’t get him down. He loves to go for walks and hikes and sniffs what seems like every single flower, leaf and blade of grass that crosses his path. Rufus loves to go in the car and we bring him just about everywhere we can including road trips to L.A. He’ll be going camping in Big Sur with us this summer too.

Although I grew up with dogs, Rufus is the first dog that my wife and I have had together and her first dog ever. He’s just about the best dog anyone could hope for and we consider ourselves the lucky ones to have him in our lives. We’re so happy he chose us to be his forever home. He’s the best!

Thank you Muttville!!!

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