Rugermeister

That's what I call him. But his name is Ruger.
He's a year old Corgi mix who we had rescued late last year and adopted out to a family. But they decided this past week that they could no longer keep him and last night, we were reunited.

I'll admit, I was a little apprehensive about Ruger's return at first. People, as a whole, have a knack for ruining dogs unfortunately. And generally when they are returned to us, they have been allowed to rule the roost in their adoptive homes and it takes a lot of work and a lot of patience to re-train these dogs... Again. 99% of the dogs that leave our rescue have gone through basic obedience training and have enough manners to get the new owners started. But it's a very critical point when they leave, because the new family has two options. 1) Continue the training and end up with a perfect, family dog. or 2) Let the dog run rampant, lose all their training, and essentially, become the 'pack leader'. When this happens, the people can no longer handle the dog and thus, they land right where they started. Back with us. And we have to un-do the damage that the people did. Its not usually intentional. People don't set out to adopt a dog and have it turn wild on them. But they also need to understand that when they commit to an animal, they have to be the one in control, or that animal will take the reins, whether it wants to or not.

(The other 1% of those dogs are those that can't be trained and are just wild by nature, but that's when we find that special person who loves them that way)

So anyways, back to Rugermeister.

This dog is such a treat. I brought him into the house and he immediately was at home again. He remembered the dogs and Red. He met Bindy and they are in love. He retained the training that he learned here and is still very well mannered.

And what a cuddle bug.



I already envy whomever ends up adopting this little man. It's really going to be hard to let him go. Again.