I get to leave the shelter. The lady who I will soon call my mom, puts me in a little crate and takes me to a place where they put a collar on me. I want to run around and play with the dogs and cat.
My new home has a german shepherd mix named Peg and a collie mix named Sandy. They are pretty old and they are not sure what to think about me. I’m not messing with Peg, she won’t tolerate it. I like playing with Sandy, even though she just wants to relax.
There’s a huge yard for me to run around and lots of sticks. There were fireworks and a lot of people rubbing my stomach and cuddling with me. I’m a lucky dog.
Mom’s note: Radcliff was 3 months old and a 15 pound energetic ball of fur. A friend who had a 20 pound cat, let me borrow a crate to pick him up. He didn’t like the crate.
The first thing I did was take him to the store to get a collar and sign him up for obedience classes. I didn’t know if I could get him back in the crate. I’m pretty sure that the person at the store thought I was crazy. I was concerned about training him because of the shelter staff comments about how long it would take to train him because he was deaf. Puppies are cute, but they are also a lot of work.
Peg was 14 years old and Sandy was 13 years old. I think they were in shock. This hyper little dog was creating a ruckus. It was the weekend of July 4th that I brought him home. We had a party so our friends could meet the newest addition to our family. They loved him and couldn’t believe that he was deaf.
The holiday that scares most dogs, did not bother Radcliff. He was loving all the attention. I have read that one out of two dogs are euthanized at the shelter. He was a lucky dog.