Haha! Well, if you had found him, you would have had to pay for his Heartworm treatment like I did!
As much as it pisses me off that someone dumped him because they found out he had Heartworm (That's what I'm thinking happened anyway, there's no other logical explanation for him to have been on the streets anyway), I'm glad they did it that way and didn't take him to a Shelter, if you get what I'm saying. I think if they had brought him to a Shelter or Animal Control they would have just put him down and not bothered treating it. He had a better shot at life with me because my family chose to treat it, I don't think the finances would have been provided anywhere else. He's going in on August 20th for another Heartworm test to confirm that it's been eradicated so then he can finally get Neutered!
He probably won't be doing a happy boogie about that though, haha...
One thing that makes me so proud about Koda is that he has single handedly (single pawdedly?) changed my Father's opinion on Shepherds and large breed dogs in general. When my Dad was younger he was attacked by a dog, however mildly, and it affected his opinion of larger dogs. For whatever reason, even though it wasn't a Shepherd that attacked him, he got it in his head from watching so many TV programs after the attack that Shepherds were these vicious Police dogs that would attack at will, and when I told him that I had always wanted a German Shepherd and was looking to get one, he said, "You know I'm afraid of them, right?" I told him, "You know that they're excellent, loyal, family dogs, great with children, and the ones used for Police work are trained not
to attack unless given a command." He was still pretty apprehensive when I went looking, then I found Koda on Craigslist. I told him I wanted to go look at him, he was welcome to come with me, and if the dog didn't feel right, we didn't have to bring him home. So we took the trip over to the lady's house and the first thing that Koda did was run up to my Dad and lick his fingers, my Dad was stunned. Of course we took Koda home that night and never looked back.
I can't go a day without my Father making a comment to me like, "I love this dog", "When you move out of here, you're leaving Koda, right?", "It's going to be a sad day when you leave here with him", "I've never had a connection with a dog like this before", "I can't believe I like this dog this much". He literally lays on the floor with Koda and snuggles with him and says, "I love you, Buddy". It's just wonderful to see. This is a Man who was seriously afraid of big dogs and thought that German Shepherds were going to eat him, now he's not afraid to rough house with Koda, grab toys from him, give him hugs. Koda is just a big ball of love and my Dad knows it and embraces it.