I miss this big head sucker.
I remember the day I got him. I had been thinking about getting a dog since I moved here. I love them. I hadn’t had a dog since back in the 80’s. My ex, who lives in Cali, was concerned that I’d be lonely when she wasn’t around,.haha, not realizing I’m quite comfortable being alone, but I gave in and decided to go for it.
I first thought of getting a puppy. As I started doing research, I kept coming across stories of puppy mills and the abuse they go through. There were a few pet shops near me that had at least one really bad review. So that was out. I decided to go for a rescue dog. While this is something that’s touted as being more humane, it’s risky. You are selecting among dogs that you have no clue as to their history. Yes some agencies try to provide that info but you’re relying on the previous owner being fully forthcoming.
Dogs are like people. They suffer from mental trauma when abused or afraid. When you get a rescue dog, it may not immediately warm up to you. This is something you need to be patient with.
I looked up the local shelters and found one just a few miles from me. When I go there, I was able to view the dogs in their cages and almost all of them were pit bulls. This is the video of that visit. I had no intention of getting a pit bull due to their bad reputation. That was soon to change.
Boomer is the first dog in the video. If you notice, he didn’t have a name. I will explain that name later.
The shelter has a walk around area where you can take the dog and get used to him. I first selected this black lab. He’d been there for a few months but was a beautiful dog. When I took him for a walk, the first thing he did was piss on my foot. so he went back. I walked around the cages one more time and saw Boomer. He was a handsome dog but you could tell he was miserable. I took him out for a walk and the first thing I realized was how strong he was. He was eager to walk and led me around for a bit. I didn’t want to set him off and was a bit nervous because the attendant had no clue as to his temperament. I let him roam first then I would stop and see his reaction. I told him to sit, which he did easily. I didn’t risk petting him until we got to know each other more. I decided, hell, go for it.
The front desk area was fairly small with a desk counter and a small standing area. As I was checking him out, the attendant said to be careful with children because he wasn’t sure how he’d behave. I wasn’t concerned because there are no kids here, but at that very moment, the door opened and a little boy walked in with his mom and sister and went straight towards him to pet him. Mind you, this dog was very strong and they had a shitty leash on him. All I could envision was chaos, blood and gnashing of teeth. His mother grabbed him but not before he’d reached out. Boomer just sat there uninterested. I was relieved but my heart almost stopped. I thought to myself, this might be a bad move but proceeded to leave with him.
When we got to my SUV, I was concerned because I had no clue how he’d react to being in a strange vehicle. I opened the back side door and he jumped right in and sat down. He was sitting right behind me on the passenger side as I started driving looking out the window. He moved to the center of the seat as we hit the highway and his head was right next to me in the gap between the seats. I was extremely nervous All I kept thinking was, if he decides to maul me, i’m done.
He smelled terrible. My first stop was the drug store to get some doggy shampoo, another leash and some food and treats. When I got home, he was hesitant about getting out of the car. Eventually I coaxed him in. He was extremely nervous and starting shaking, so I got down on the floor and sat with him and consoled him.
Ok, so how he got his name..
After feeding him that first day, he came into my office and lay at my feet. I had an old sweater that i had around so i tossed it on the floor for him to sleep on. He took that sucker an arranged it to his liking and was set. He passed out. I sat there at my pc taking in the enormity of what I’d just done and suddenly this overpowering odor took me by siege. I was like what the holy fuck..is that you?? He’d farted. It was concentrated and lethal. I had to evacuate immediatley I waited a few minutes then came back armed with Febreeze. I was talking to my ex on the phone and I said, he lowered the boom. That’s when I decided to call him Boomer. He took to the name almost immediately. The next day I had him out back, I took a chance and let him off the leash. He immediately took off, running like a freed slave. He was in ecstasy. It was that moment that I realized that I’d done the right thing. He ran up towards my driveway and I thought he’d run away. I called him by his new name and this was the result.