Nate Von Fresno (along with 2 littermates, and a GSD mix puppy the pound threw in) was saved by Westside German Shepherd Rescue of Los Angeles in Dec. '10 /Jan '11. The whole lot was skeletal, and one had distemper, among other issues. (Generally just a sad sight.)
I put in an application, was approved, and asked to see a couple puppies. One ended up having parvo, and would need to be under medical care for at least another month, and the other just happened to be at a foster house about 10 miles from my house. (Which is quite a coincidence, as I'm about 1-2 hours north of most of LA, where the resuce is based, and where most of the fosters live.) So, my boyfriend and I ventured over to the foster house to see the little fuzzball. At first, I had intended on seeing his littermate, the mix, but Nate turned out to be more fitting for our extremely active lifestyle (or what I thought was 'extremely active', until I got this freakin' monster.
) PLUS, he really picked us.
We've had him for about a week, and couldn't ask for a better pup. So far, he's adapted amazingly well to his new home, crate, schedule, etc. We've finally figured out what tires him, and it's not the 2 miles we do every morning, or the dog park in the afternoon, or the 3-5 miles at night, or fetch for hours, or running around like a wild beast on the beach. It's mental stimulation! We went to PetSmart and then Wal-Mart last night, and not only was be the best behaved dog I've ever had on the end of a leash, but he was EXHAUSTED. Success!
We've seen all of the normal pup behavior- digging, fearfulness now and then, chomping on us when he gets riled up, but that's fine, he's just a little guy still. When we get frustrated, we remember that he's just a baby, and someday when he's snoring on our couch (I can't even imagine that at this point), we'll remember when he was just a little squirt.
Sorry my post is so long, but I feel like one of those annoying ladies at work that just can't shut up about her new baby/ grandchild/ neice/ nephew.