Titus, formerly Little Boom, has been through a lot in his four years. He was first displaced during Hurricane Katrina as a puppy. Then he was picked up by a lady who was hoarding dogs in Texas where he acquired fleas. From my understandings, the hoarding lady tried to help Little Boom out and treated him for the fleas but somehow goofed and doubled the dosage which caused chemical burns, singing off a lot of his fur (which thankfully grew back). He then somehow made his way up to MN where he contracted heart worm. This is a fatal condition if left untreated in K9's. Treatment however is quite exhaustive and extensive. During this time they are not supposed to exercise which increases their heart rate as this could kill the dog. Well another person took him in during this time and apparently wanted him to become a working dog, sort of like a bomb sniffing dog. They thought he was overweight so cut his caloric intake in half and was running him ragged...DURING his heart worm treatment. Idiots! Dang near killed him from what I heard. He then eventually would up at the Midwest Animal Rescue Shelter (MARS) which is where he was when our fates crossed paths.
The rest is history. He couldn't be more perfect for me. He's the most laid back, chilled and relaxed dog I've ever known. He knows his basic commands and is completely past the puppy stage. He's totally content just vegging out all day long. He's house trained and very good on a leash. He loves to play fetch and tug of war with his rope. He's great with all people including toddlers as well as other dogs. I seriously feel like I've won the lottery.
How can you be in a bad mood when you get to come home to this everyday?
