Wow! When we think of what it took to get Pax to us, we are amazed! From his “life flight” from Memphis to Atlanta and the months of treatment and care from Phoenix Rising and his amazing foster mom to her persistent belief that she needed to hold out for a particular set of circumstances she labeled “the perfect home”… just, wow! We know we have a special dog and are grateful to everyone who had a part in his rescue.
For those of you who want to know the happy ending, here you go:
After his foster family left, Pax spent about an hour scrambling around our house trying to figure out where his foster mom was hiding. Then he tried to convince our 12-year-old Aussie and 2-year-old Cavalier that they should play. No go—mainly because Pax’s way to let you know he wants to play is to bark and play bow, and his new bros are not noisy in that way. But as his foster mom has shared, Pax is nothing if not adaptable, and in short order he learned to change his communication style. He also quickly figured out the old guy is in charge, and Pax is content to let it be so. Today you are likely to find the three of them snuggled on the couch or bed, and we’ve even caught them playing a friendly game of tug of war over a favorite toy. He roams the house and backyard freely, keeping the world safe from the tyranny of squirrels.
As I write, Pax is engaged in one of his favorite past times: hoarding shoes. He goes around the house and finds shoes and gently (he never leaves a tooth mark) brings them to the living room and stockpiles them. He doesn’t chew, just piles them up and keeps an eye on them. This may turn out to be a great service to our family. At least we will know where to find our often far-flung footwear.
Looking to the future, we know Pax will influence us as much as we influence him. When he first came to us, he mainly wanted to be around the females in the house. Now, he is firmly attach to our dad-person who is training him as an exercise partner. Because of Pax’s heartworm condition, he hadn’t been able to exercise a lot, and we are working on building his stamina. For the first day or two a brisk walk around our block was plenty, but by the end of the first week, dad had him out on longer walks in the woods. After week two, dad came home and announced, “I’m going to have to get in better shape to keep up with Pax!”
As an indication of how much Pax has made us his family, he now whines whenever we leave him—especially dad.
Finally, we want to say again, thank you so much to his foster mom and her meticulous , loving care of Pax. We are really grateful that people like her and organizations like Phoenix Rising have the heart and stamina to take risks on long-shots like Pax. We promise to take good care of him and keep in touch.
— Pax’s family