I have written before about my dog Hunter. Only in passing as "the dog before Sunny" I miss him today, and so today I will write about him and Sunny and what he meant to my life. I am a foster mother, in a group home for troubled teenaged boys. I mean TROUBLED. Drugs, alcohol, abusive parents and more have tainted these boys lives forever, painting them with a stigma that will be hard to lose. I love them, much like people who adore pitbulls. They may have a bad rap but under all that negative publicity there are some awesome awesome characters and I see it as my duty to make sure that their voice is heard. But I digress, this isn't about my boys, not really, it is about me and Hunter and eventually Sunny, so but I needed to set up what I do, so that you understand later. Anyway, I live with them, work with them, play with them. I love them, and so does my husband (whom I also adore) BUT you can only take so much of someone you care for telling you that you suck for caring for them. So I decided that since I am not in a position to adopt and my eggs might as well be sold for omletts according to my doctor that I would get myself a dog. I was depressed and lonely (yes even with 7 people running around in your house you can be lonely) and I needed a companion who wouldn't talk back. I got Hunter. I went on petfinder and looked up younger dogs, border collie mixes among other things, just mostly a dog that I could love and would love me back. I went to a couple "adopt a thons" and found some cute puppies but really didn't feel ready to completely sculpt a new living thing into a well behaved citizen, and besides which I knew they would all get adopted in a matter of days since they were puppies. NO, I told myself, I will not fall into the puppy bandwagon, I will adopt a poor hopeless sweet thing that really needs ME. I finally found my charity case in a pet smart a half hour away. I went there looking for a huskey I had seen online who had alreadly been adopted. There he was, sitting in his crate, fur yellowed from rolling around in dirt, barking his goofy head off. I didn't look at him. He was too rowdy I thought, and look at this cute girl over here. Wow she'll get THAT BIG? REALLY? Hmm...moving on. My hubby was standing over at Hunter's crate and the dog was going nuts. His tail (all 14 or so inches of it) was going a mile a minute and he was trying to jump up, which he could not do since he was crated. No one wanted him and he had been at their rescue agency for months. They were near giving up on this one. "we found him at a kill shelter in the city. He was supposed to die that day since they thought he was an akita." An akita? Proposterous, he was border collie and something but definatly not an akita. So cute. Why would someone get rid of him? Well I was soon to find out. They completely waved their adoption fee, gave me a loaner leash, collar and crate until we could get new ones and wished us luck. Shouldn't my first clue have been that none of THEM wanted him? Silly me. I was in love. I had a dog, someone to love me and play with me and everything. I was 22 and childishly bought into his sob story. I would be a good owner I vowed to them. They hugged me and one lady cried. I am a sucker. Well from the start he was a handful. He was 11 months and the only thing his previous owners had done was house train him (sort of) and teach him to sit. I immediatly enrolled him in an obediance class and took him to the vet. My "free dog" now cost me over two hundered and fifty dollars but I still loved him more then anything. He had allergies so he needed medicine. and HOW MUCH does an allergy test cost? (believe me you don't want to know...I ended up opting out and changing his food and bedding and bought special soap..anyway) The first night of training he tried to eat the only other dog there and we figured out finally why this angel was crated at petsmart when everyone else was out. He was majorly dog aggressive. Hmm. There go the plans for a second dog. Oh well. Training went BEAUTIFULLY and my once unmanageable dog was a great friend that I had wanted. He still didn't have come down exactly but I never took him outside without a lead on so it didn't much matter to me at the time. My foster kids didn't like him. He nipped their butts when they walked by. He took their food. He didn't do any of those things to me so my conclusion was he just didn't like them. I know better now. They teased and kicked and tormented him when I wasn't around. And he was dominent with them and not with me. ONLY not with me. It was getting bad. I was afraid one day he would bite them and I wouldn't know what to do. I called my trainer but he wasn't around, and I was running out of options. I just kept him with me or in his crate. He still had great fun with me, hiking and running, but he wasn't allowed around others. I found myself wishing I hadn't adopted him. I found myself being selfish, not wanting to be the only one to have to watch him and play with him.