Obi moved on to doggy heaven Frank and I decided that we needed another little being around the house and since we hadn't gotten or fill of Chows, cause we're clearly masochists, we decided to get another one. This time we signed up with an organization we found in the paper called "The Chow Welfare League" which was a Chow rescue organization. We filled out an application and they did an extensive background check on us to see if we would qualify as adoptive parents. We did. Then they would call us every time they rescued a Chow who they thought we would be interested in. We had a few wish list items of our own so the first few times we declined. Then one day the woman called and said they had a seven month old they had rescued along with his sister from a high kill shelter and he was a "kissy poo". We had wanted a puppy but since they were hard to come by and this guy was under a year old and the foster home was about ten minutes from our house we decided to go take a look. Love at first sight.
We took him home. He was terrified. Sat up against the back seat of the car with a look of complete terror on his face. When we came into the house he sat up against the back door with that same look the entire rest of the day. His story was this; he belonged to a couple who were Chow breeders, they had divorced with the husband keeping the business, the wife had kept two pups, TJ (pretentiously spelled Tee Ja) and his sister, the woman was diagnosed with inoperable cancer and her sister had taken the pups promising to keep them and proceeded to immediately put them in a shelter. They had been there for two weeks when they were rescued. Quite the start of a life. No wonder he was scared. Since he had been in a shelter he had lost some of his housebreaking so Frank went out to get a crate for training, it was the size of a house and we built it in our bedroom, 2 months later we finally dismantled it since I was sick of looking at it. He never really needed it as a training crate but it was his little house. TJ was the complete opposite of Obi, he was a baby, needy, clingy, afraid of everything, ate anything you gave him except lasagna, always wanting to please, and the best thing of all...he thought the sun rose and set with me. He followed me around everywhere, my little furry shadow. Sat by my feet, laid by my side of the bed, stood there staring at me as I left for work every morning and waited by the door as I opened it on my way in. Now you see why this one is so tough? He loved to sit in the flower beds, I guess because it was cool, all that fur you know.
then one day it was time. The hardest decision I've ever had to make. He was 14, which is very old for a Chow but not old enough for me. It was Christmas Day. My heart broke in a million pieces.