Baby Boy

Baby Boy’s story makes me cry every time I think about it. Although he looks dark in this picture, he is not that dark. He is a precious chocolate lab. He is one of the sweetest and most loveable dogs we have ever had. I call him my “teddy bear”.

Baby Boy lived across the road from us. The people he lived with moved. For several days they would leave with their pickup loaded and not return until the next day for another load. This continued for almost 2 weeks. Each time they would come get another load and leave Baby Boy ran behind the truck trying his best to catch up with them. They would speed up and when Baby Boy got to the end of the road he would come back and sit under the car port. Every time he heard a pickup go by he would run out to see if it was those cruel people who left him.

They left food and water out for him each day that they came so we thought they would take Baby Boy when they had everything moved. Well, that didn’t happen. He looked for them for several days. After the second day that they did not come I had my hubby take water and food and put it under the car port. After a few days of doing that Baby Boy finally started coming over by our fence. I would give him a milk bone through the fence. He would take it and eat it but he would not let us come near him.

He ran around the neighborhood for about 2 weeks but he would always go back to the car port to eat what we had left for him and would come to the fence to get his milk bone.

I had to go out of state and was gone for 5 days. My hubby fed and watered Baby Boy while I was away. After I got back home I was determined to somehow get him to come inside the fence and live with us. We went over and asked the man who owned the house if he was going to keep the dog house the people left. He said no he did not want it. We told him we had been feeding their dog that they abandoned and asked if we could have the dog house he gladly gave it to us.

It was a large house so hubby and I walked it across the road and left it outside our fence. I went over under the car port where Baby Boy had been staying and got a blanket that we had watched him take from the trash can to sleep on. I know it must have made him feel close to those awful people who left hum. I put the blanket in the dog house and we put food and water out next to the house. He slept in the house that night. We left the house there for about a week and then put it in the backyard. I coaxed Baby Boy into the yard with that blanket and he has been with us ever since.

For awhile after we brought him into the yard he would whine when he heard a pickup but he soon got used to being with Angel and decided we loved him and he stopped.  He no longer looked for that pickup and those people who left him behind. That has been several years ago but I still can see in my mind that sweet baby running as fast as he could behind that pickup. I cried so hard the day I watched him pull and pull on that blanket until he got it out of the trash can.

I was hoping to see those people some place while I was out and about I sure wanted to tell them what I thought about what they did to that sweet Baby Boy but I have not seen them. It may be a good thing because I would not have been nice at all and may have ended up in jail or put out of wherever I was at the time.

Our vet guessed him to be about 18 mos. old when I took him in for his shots and a check-up.