Posted on April 19, 2010
365 Days And 1,460 Kisses
Jordy – Also known as: J-Man, My Foxy Little Man, Love Muffin, J, Lil’ J, J-Fresh, Buddy, Sweetpea, Mister, Jords, Monster, Little Monkey
His ears were pasted back on his head, his fur dull and coarse and tremendous fear reflected in his eyes. The photo I saw of Jordy on his adoption profile was accompanied with the label “high anxiety” and he had enormous emotional issues, mainly because he’d been re-homed a half-dozen times in only three short years. There was something about him that I couldn’t get out of my head, and I found myself visiting his online profile numerous times each day until I finally decided to bite the bullet and submit an application form for adoption.
The response e-mail I received informed me that several other applications for Jordy were pending, but that it wasn’t a first-come, first-served basis. Jordy would go to the person best suited for him, so I applied anyway. As luck would have it, the other applications were never fully processed and after nearly six weeks of filling out forms, reference checks, phone interviews and a home visit, I was finally invited to meet Jordy at his foster home in Duncan.
He was nothing more than a dark silhouette on a landing who refused to come downstairs when I walked in the home. He was the typical sad orphan in the corner who wasn’t playing or interacting with the other foster dogs and it broke my heart. However, after more than an hour spent together and a walk in the woods, Jordy warmed up to me considerably – and more than any other prospective adopting “parent” that had previously met him. I decided that I wanted to go through with the adoption and, one week later, returned with my mom and Rebecca to bring him home.
That was one year ago today and I can’t begin to tell you the difference a year makes. Back then he truly was the high anxiety dog he’d been labeled as, was constantly panting and breathing rapidly – even in his sleep. Though he was house-trained, it took close to four months to find a routine that stopped him from marking inside. Taking him to the dog park or asking him to shake a paw would elicit nothing more than a blank stare.
Today he’s happy, bouncing, relaxed, sweet-mannered, loves to destroy his toys and his treats, interacts and plays with other dogs at the dog park, gets excited over having sleep-over vacations with my mom and aunt, knows more than his share of tricks and is as lazy as a teenager when it comes to sleeping. Seeing the progress this formerly neglected dog has made truly warms my heart a hundred times over every single day, even if just in the way he greets me with cuddles and kisses every time I walk through the front door.
Today we’re celebrating one year together, coinciding with his fourth birthday. I couldn’t imagine my days without him around.
If you’re considering bringing a dog into your home, please first consider the immense undertaking of time and potential expense involved. Second, I strongly encourage you to explore adoption options from either your area SPCA or a local adoption/rescue agency. Jordy was adopted from Furever After Small Dog Rescue in Qualicum Beach. Supporting pet stores and breeders will only contribute to a nation-wide pet population epidemic, while there are hundreds of dogs across BC that are amazing, wonderful and crave nothing more than a warm, loving home.