A Dogs World
Dog’s have been part of my life since childhood and they have always been considered part of the family. My sister gifted me on my birthday a puppy from the Humane Society. He was a mix that included Springer Spaniel and I named him, Trooper.
An unexpected addition to my doggy family happened on July 4th when this scruffy little dog started hanging around my front door. Of course, I felt sorry for him and began to feed and water him. I checked with all the regular sources inquiring about a found dog but nobody replied. As a result, I named him “Scruffy” and he became part of the family.
After the passing of Trooper and Scruffy, I felt a huge void in my life and began searching for another dog. I spent hours researching dog breeds and decided to look for an English Springer Spaniel. I found a breeder in nearby Oklahoma and arranged with him to get a puppy from his next litter. In the meantime, I put in a request to the Humane Society that if they were to get an English Springer Spaniel, I wanted him. To my surprise, within a few weeks I got a call from the Humane Society that they had an abandoned pure bred ESS puppy.
In January 2005, I brought my new dog home and named her Trixie.
After all the previous research I had done, I committed to raising this dog in a different way. First, I was only going to feed her high quality dog food. No more of that cheap stuff from the grocery store.
I also took her to socialization classes at my veterinarian and when she was old enough enrolled her in a obedience training class.
Since I was now self-employed working from home, I was able to spend endless hours with Trixie and she went everywhere with me. It’s been said this dog breed is like “Velcro” and sure enough Trixie stuck with me everywhere. She would follow me around from room to room and seemed to always want to be near me.
Trixie also became an inspiration for me to create a new website where I would share my experice with English Springer Spaniels and write about topics I was learning about dogs.
Trixie sure had a high energy level and was all over me. I tried training her to not jump on me and gouge me with her sharp nails. Several pairs of pants and shirts were torn before she got the message.
After many hours of training her jumping somewhat slowed but another disturbing behavior emerged. She had a definite food aggression and I learned she was overly possessive of rawhide treats.
Over time I became more aware of the plight of abandoned and abused dogs and made a decision to do my little part to help.
I began to volunteer at my local pet shelter to foster dogs that are either too young to adopt or need to recover from an illness or surgery. I came to really enjoy taking care of those dogs and got particularly focused on caring for young puppies not yet old enough to adopt.