Flat-coated Retriever/Border Collie
Picture of Loki, a male Flat-coated Retriever/Border Collie

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Age: 7 Years   Sex: Male

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Gotcha Date:
July 21st 2010

October 13th 2009

Arrival Story:
Inmate to Helpmate What would you call a hyper pup that no one has time for, races around the house looking for things to get into and ends up in puppy jail, ie the pound? I call him my life line. My name is Rose Whiting, When I was 14 the ophthalmologist gave me a life changing bit of news...I had retinitis pigmentosa, basically my retinas were slowly dieing and I would eventually loose my sight. I already could not see at night. For many years I made do on my own. refusing to give into the truth that I could not see as well as I should. I made it well enough on my own for 11 yeas when another diagnosis hit me hard. I had been having back pain for well over a year and was constantly plagued by my feet and legs 'falling asleep'. After many long tests the doctor informed me I had degenerative ostiopenia in both my spine and my hip and and sever peripheral nerve damage in both feet. These conditions make it not only painful to stand up and walk for distances but also effect my balance because I can not feel the ground with my feet as well as one should. For 4 years I suffered alone, moving and getting around the best I could because I was too proud and stubborn to ask for help. I had considered going to get a guide dog for my failing vision, but the guide dog schools would not help me because I could not walk the distances they required to be able to work with a guide dog, and the schools for the mobility assistance dogs would not help because I was not wheelchair bound, though I do use one when outside my own house much of the time because of my inability to walk more then about 100 ft without pain. So I was stuck between a rock and a hard place so to speak. The continual rejections were sending me into a depression, I had always loved dogs, though I had not had one in a couple years due to my living situation Settled in a new home I decided it was time to get a new dog. I decided on a rescue because I hated how many dogs were put down needlessly every year. I visited a couple pounds, more then once looking for just the right dog for me. Quite a few were great dogs but none that just screamed 'take me home'. Finally one day at the end of July `10 I decided to stop by the Nacogdoches city animal shelter. I spent about an hour looking at the different dogs they had, but again none were the right one for me. I was about ready to leave when Jamie, a great lady that worked at the pound asked me "did you see the dog we just brought in?". I was already tired and hurting from walking, but decided to go out and take a look. Within the kennel I saw a beautiful mahogany border collie mix. The moment he turned those warm golden eyes on me I knew he was the one to make my life whole. Buddy, as his first family called him, had been brought to the pound because he was to much puppy for them. He would not walk on a leash for them, he would not housebreak, and he would not listen. He was a hyper boy that loved to walk and play and run. After 2 hours in his new home he also earned a new name for all this playfulness..Loki! Named after the Norse god of mischief he lived up to his new name well. There was a few days of transition where we both had to learn about each other. When I first picked Loki from the pound I had ideas of possibly having him trained as a service dog but I had no idea just how perfect he was going to be. First we had to work on basic obedience. He was a little stubborn at first but soon he learned that listening to what I asked of him earned him hugs and praise and after that he started learning at incredible speed! We had to show him his service dog tasks just a couple times and he picked right up on them. He sits or stands in front of me when I need to rise so I have a balance point to get up with, he walks beside me without pulling, yet keeping just enough tension against the leash that I can balance against it and keep on my feet without worry of falling over. The footrest of my scooter has become like a home to him. He loves to ride with me when I go into town to run errands, he is so at home there he will sometimes even lay down and fall asleep as we are traveling! The day I knew he truly wanted to help me and have my well being in mind was the one Saturday at the end of August. I was walking through my house heading to the kitchen to get a drink when my cat darted out in front of me, a fairly often occurrence This day the cat startled me enough that I lost my balance and fell hard on my backside. Loki dropped his toy and raced over and began to lick my face whining and bumping me to see if I was alright. I had the wind knocked out of my by the fall and I just wrapped my arms around him a moment while I gathered my senses after the fall..Loki would not stop worrying over me until I started moving again..I rolled to my hands and knees to get up and he wriggled his body under mine and stood up to help push me up. I was pleased and shocked. It was not a trick we had taught him but something he had thought of all on his own. Now I can not imagine my life without this 'pound puppy'. No one should ever count out a pound dog. They are some of the best dogs in the world!

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