'Why August?' I asked when I first met my future best friend. The kids said her color reminded them of fall and fall, to them - was in August (to Elementary students it is, since fall means they go back to school…). She was so small. 15 pounds with a beautiful fawn coat and the cutest little snout with a white heart on her forehead - sweet as can be. Even sweeter now if you can believe it. She was a PARVO pup survivor and only about 3 months old. We met, I went home and did some calculations and heavy debating. But none of it mattered - I wanted to bring her home that day. Her mother was a bating Pitbull survivor and her dad - a VERY spunky Sharpei/Pit mix. The owner of the litter had saved her mother when he turned a dog fighter in to the police. August is no different than her mom. Complacent and kind. Her mother studied me the whole time I was there with her pup - eyeing my every move. But you could sense her kindness and see the scars of her bating days. I picked August up the week after our first visit. I had to carry her all the way. She was frightened and very dependent. LIttle did I know - that would never change.
5 years later and she is still the dependent pack animal she's always been. Cuddles tight when she's cold and watches over us with big alerting barks (even when I 'd prefer her keep it a quiet whimper…). Watching she and Soren grow into best buds has been so heart warming. He howls at her and she howls back. He crouches down in play position and she mimics him. His sweet little pats on her back end in a puppy kiss fest. She's a great pup and I will never forget the day I got to bring her home.
