I live with an 11 year old brindle coloured Bull Terrier named Danny.
Danny had a rough beginning after being abandoned as a little puppy by his owner. The man's sister hadn't heard from her brother who lived in the Bronx and the phone wasn't in service so she goes to see him. The superintendent said he had checked into a rehab but if she wanted his mangy mutt, it was tied up out back. Danny, who was called Rocky (how original) was tied to a tree, had knocked his water bowl over, was skinny and sunburned not to mention had a bad case of (totally treatable) mange.
I have no idea how she found out about the rescue group but she called the New York representative who put her in touch with someone else in Rochester. Each one drove to meet the other and they met in Binghampton, NY. There Danny was signed over to rescue. Apparently, he was so bad, that the lady's husband would not touch him and if you did, your hand came away with blood and pus.
Danny spent quite a bit of time being nursed back to health and eventually was able to travel. In the mean time, our old dog had died at 14 and we were looking for a rescue dog and Danny came into our lives.
His name was changed to Danny, in honour of the man's sister, Dani who literally saved his little doggy life.
Danny met up with the lady from Rochester a few times and dogs do remember!! His tail was wagging so fast it was invisible and almost lifted him off the ground and he wiggled so much and spun around in happiness.
Danny was 10 months old when we got him, 35 pounds, a full 1/4 of his fur missing. Today he weighs in at 65 pounds, has 99% of his fur back and is a happy little (!) dog again.
For all of Danny's benefactors, he gave them a red maple leaf pin edged in gold as a way of saying thank you for saving my life.
Someone asked me if he came from the Bronx, does he bark with an accent?
He is a lucky dog and when he came to us he was told he had won the doggy lottery!
Love you Danny.
Love,
Clare
