Boomer's Story

If you're here because you found me there (there being the old blog that shall not be named), you know my love for my sweet canine, Boomer.

Boomerang.

Boomerbear.
Boomster.
Boomy.
Boom.
BoomyWoomy.
Dang Dog.

My sweet brown eyed boy.

 

 

Tolerator of all nicknames, good and bad.  Cuddler.  Hider of dog treats he doesn't like, especially when I bring them home from trips. Lover of Cheese. Foot warmer. My Boomer is a rescue. Not from a shelter, from a neighborhood family. Here's his story.

 

I came home on a Friday in March 2011 and got out of my car. I saw this dog running in our back yard. He started to run away from me, so I made a kissy noise for him to come to me. He came right over. I called dad and said, "I know that when Lassie is in your yard, Timmy is in the well, but what about Benji?"

I took this picture to send to him:

I fell in love.

Dad's one rule was "don't feed him." so of course, all I had to say to that was "oops." because I had already treated the pup to some bologna. He was matted, dirty, smelly, and had a cold. The night before had been a huge storm.

Weeks later, after we had let him in the house, made him our own, and named him Boomer, Dad was out walking him and ran into a lady who said, "oh, Cody! you look wonderful!" and Boomer ran right to her. It was the next door neighbor of Cody's Boomer's former owner. She said that they used to tie him to trees, leave him outside with no food and water, leave him outside to freeze when it would snow.

 

 

 

Dad decided then that if the old owners came for him, Dad was going to fight tooth and nail because Boomer was ours. By this point, we had noticed Boomer had high anxiety - he was always biting on himself, chewing, biting his nails, scratching, etc. Come to find out, our baby has PTSD. You're right - the thing that military members come home with.

 

Dad ran into Boomer's owner a few weeks after that and the owner gladly said, "Keep him. He looks happy."

 

So that's the story of our sweet rescue, Boomer.

He is an amazing dog and we love him with all of our hearts.

It breaks my heart that I had to leave him with my parents when we got married, but I know he loves Dad, and Dad loves him.  The boys have to stick together.  :)

 

 

:)