Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Bobby DeMuro and KOTA



I recently ran the Humane Society of Charlotte's Pet Palooza 5k, with one of my client's beautiful dogs by my side, and something clicked - it was time for a dog.

I had a few concerns going into the process... because of my job (I run a personal training/sports conditioning company) I am in and out of the house quite a bit, and my schedule involves some weird hours (I get up at 3:15 am every week day, for example). I also don't have a ton of room in my house for a big dog - or so I thought.

I knew I wanted to adopt from HS of Charlotte. I have friends with expensive pure-bred dogs, and they're cool, but I wanted to rescue. So two weeks ago, I drove down to their facility on Toomey Road and went through the kennels.

The First Meeting
A few things stuck out about Dakota. Off the bat, she struck me as different. As I walked around, every dog in every kennel was playing, barking, jumping, running around, and interacting with me. Dakota just laid there - she barely even looked up at me. I kept coming back, walking by, standing in front of her kennel - and still, nothing.

Eventually, she stood up. Whoa - definitely looked like a pit bull. Her information sheet called her a "Boxer Mix," but to my untrained eye, she looked ALL pit bull and no boxer. With my limited (and wrong) perception of pit bulls, I knew I didn't want to get into that world.

But even so, she was SO calm that I had to see more. I had a volunteer take her out so I could play with her. I won't lie - I was a little intimidated. She still looked like a pit bull to me, and even though she was sweet, I was a little iffy on the whole thing.

About half an hour into our playing session, she dropped down at my feet, rolled over, and showed me her belly. I scratched her for about ten minutes as she looked up at me, as if to say "you are going to be my human. I'm really cool, and I'm really relaxed. Just trust me." OK.

I filled out the paperwork, and the very next day, it went through - and two days later, Dakota (or, as she is now known, "Kota") came home. She had a few accidents on the first few days, and she didn't eat a lot, but I was told both things are pretty normal (and they were), and she eventually settled into my daily routine.

The Routine
We get up at 3:00 every morning, because Kota and I take an extra 15-minute run before I leave for work around 4:15. After my morning training sessions, I come home to my little girl - and no matter how long I've been gone, she acts as though it's the first time she's seen me in months. She goes CRAZY - ears down, rolls on her back, tail going 100 miles per hour. She even wags her entire butt for a few minutes (which makes me think she's more lab than pit bull/boxer...).

We run together every afternoon or evening, depending on my work schedule. In a typical day, between morning and night, we'll run 3-4 miles. She makes me so proud because every time out, she pulls a little bit less, she listens a little bit more, and she runs a little bit better. I wouldn't run without her, but I look forward to it when we are together!

And after runs, she's exhausted. My only beef with her at this point, regarding her lounge time, is that she takes up a good 2/3 of the couch. Keep in mind, she's only 52 pounds...

"Her" Human
I knew that I was "her" human on the second day she was with me. Two things happened on that day. Late that morning, I ran out to my car (about 50 feet from my place) to pick something up, and left her inside. I was gone for maybe 90 seconds. When I opened the door and came back in, she acted like I had been gone for a year. She was attached!

Later in the day, she showed me her loyalties. I live on the second floor, and so I often keep my balcony door open for her to run out, check out the walking path and street, and keep tabs on the outside world while we're hanging out. She went out there that day, and started growling. The hair on the back of her neck and all the way down her spine went straight up in the air, as she came sprinting back to me in my office.

She started whining as she climbed all the way on top of me in my desk chair. Her tail was wagging and her ears were down. She led me out to the balcony, where I saw (keep in mind, like 40 feet away) a miniature dachshund walking with its owner down the street. Kota, who was now sitting on my feet, looked at me, hair on her neck standing up, as if to say "Daddy, see? That was a threat. That dog was on OUR territory. I am trying to protect you Daddy! That dog won't get through me!"

At that point, I was totally sold. She's the sweetest, most calm dog I could have asked for, and she already knows to protect me and look out for me. As I write this, she's sound asleep on the couch next to me. Every time I get up to do something, she gets up and sits at my heels. To some people, that's probably annoying. But that's the reason I got a dog in the first place!

I hope more people consider going the rescue dog route in the future - I have noticed that so many rescue dogs, Kota included, are so eager to please, and so aware of their human's emotions and actions. When I'm in a bad mood, Kota knows it - after just a week together. Plain and simple - she needs love. And she gives it back abundantly. She's a great best friend!


Bobby DeMuro is the Chairman, Founder and CEO of FusionSouth LLC

For the Little Things You Do - Roxi's Story

I love that you were the only one shaking nervously in the farthest corner of the kennel, trying to hide from the world while your brothers and sisters were jumping all over me yelping "Pick me, pick ME!"


I love that when I said "That one, in the corner..." you gave the kennel manager a run for his dirty money.

When I held you for the first time, you stopped shaking.

When we went home that very same day, we both looked at each other as if to say "Oh shit, what do we do now?" And then you squatted and proceeded to do just that all over the front porch.

Your "bent" right ear that droops forward. 



How you used to "escape" from your teether and run to the neighbor's garden to dig up their veggies.

Even when you found your sneaky way into my garden, I knew I couldn't stay mad long.

I loved watching you dig for worms in the stream that ran through our front yard.

How you'd bark to high heaven at the lawn mower.

When we moved, you never let up on that "How could you be doing this?" look.
 

When you would go hungry so I could feed my habit, you never left my side.

You put up with hours in your kennel while I went to work, trying to forget the feel of cool grass on your back and mud in between your paws.

In my darkest hour, you loved me when I couldn't love you back.


Your forgiv
ing, unconditional heart. 

You jump up and have to, HAVE TO get in a "kiss" on my chin each and every time I come home.

When I'm having private time on the potty, it doesn't bother you one bit to barge right in.

How you get excited every morning to take our walks to the football fields.
 


The way you hunt for lizards.

How you scramble over the red rocks on our hikes. 


How you nozzle my hand when it's not doing anything on my lap when it could be rubbing behind your ears.

When you act all tough around the smaller doggies and about pee yourself when the big ones arrive at the doggie park.

You're never far. 



How you bark at the bad people. 

When you run, full speed - you take my breath away.
More from Roxi and her Mom Jennifer Nunn can be found on her blog:
Something Within
And on Twitter: @IHavDefX