When we lost our sweet Maddie dog last year we knew that we wanted to add another pup to our family right away. No dog could ever replace our girl but few things mend a broken heart like puppy kisses. Also, our older girl, Spotty, needed a playmate.
Finding the right dog wasn’t as easy as we thought it would be. Adopting a dog in Boulder can feel like a competitive endurance sport (which is appropriate because its Boulder). We’d fall in love with a dog online, head to the shelter to meet it, and find that it had already been adopted. This is a good problem to have for a shelter but kind of a bummer for potential adopters.
My nerdy husband, as somewhat of a joke, made an app to track when dogs were added to the shelter website. Every time a new dog was posted our phones would buzz. When we got the buzz that a one year old 40-pound Kelpie mix was listed we both instantly knew we had to get to the shelter NOW.
We played with him for a while and fell in love. He came home with us that night.
I want to tell you that that is where the story ends but that would be far from the truth. This guy has given us a run for our money (both literally and figuratively) and been more work than all of the other dogs we’ve had combined. Want to know about some of his antics? Read on. Here he is on his first day home!
He got kicked out of obedience class.
When we adopted Cash I signed him up for all kinds of classes at the shelter which was a really good idea until I realized that he could. not. control. himself. around that many dogs. He wanted to play with them ALL. Clicker training was NEVER going to work with him. I agreed when the instructor gently suggested that maybe we should leave. We signed him up for (private, expensive ..) e-collar training and that was a life changer. These days he’s actually the best trained dog we’ve had (which is a HUGE testament to the trainers at Sit Means Sit Denver). He’s really well-trained now but, man, it didn’t start out that way.
He killed a chicken.
Cash is the first dog we’ve had that showed any interest in the chickens. We’ve kept them separated to keep everyone safe and it hasn’t been a problem but one day my son accidentally left the chicken door open and that was the end of our black australorp (RIP Melon). And while I was busy separating the dog from the now-dead chicken do you know what happened? I got stung by a wasp! That’s not really Cash’s fault but it definitely added insult to injury!
He tore his ACL.
About a month after we adopted him we noticed him limping on his back leg. We took him to the vet and learned that he tore his CCL (which is basically an ACL on a dog). How he did it? No clue. A month later he had surgery to fix his knee (to the tune of $3k when all was said and done … this stuff ain’t cheap!). He sailed through surgery but then needed 8 weeks of crate rest while he recovered. Have you ever tried to keep a one year old HIGH energy dog crated for 8 weeks? It’s not fun – for anyone.
He jumps our six foot fence.
Our backyard neighbors have a cute little shepherd mix that looks exactly like him but with longer hair. Once Cashy learned that she was just a six foot leap away, that was the end of that. He jumps the fence a few times a week now to go play with his girlfriend. We installed rollers on the top of the fence to keep him from being able to jump it. That worked … for about a week. Fortunately the neighbors think its HILARIOUS but sometimes I wonder if maybe we shouldn’t have fixed his knee. 😉
He broke into my parents house … and set off the alarm … and the cops came … while we were at Christmas Eve dinner!
I think that title says it all. Cash, Spotty, and my parents dogs were all in their crates in my parents’ garage which is bright, heated, and huge. We were at Christmas Eve dinner. The alarm company called and said that … something … was in their house setting off the alarm. The cops showed up. What happened? Cashy broke out of his crate, ate a bucket full of food, opened the door to my parents’ house, and set off the alarm. We had to call the neighbor to go catch Cash and put him back in his kennel.
For all of his mischief he became one of the sweetest, most loving dogs I’ve ever known (and I’ve known a lot).
It’s funny talking about all of C$’s mischief because that is just a small part of story. The reality is that this crazy little dog that we adopted because my husband wrote an app to find him is one of the very best things in our life. He is painfully sweet. He sleeps under the covers with me at night. He is a DREAM with our four year old. He’s a fantastic hiking buddy and (now that he’s been through training) amazing off-leash.
I can’t imagine our lives without him. We love you, you little troublemaker!