Favorite Walk: Mozart Park, the North Pond in Lincoln Park, or anywhere small children will pet and hug me.
Best Tricks: Come, Sit, Wait, Catch, Fetch, Give, Inside-Inside, Peek-A-Boo, Gimme a Hug.
Arrival Story: ADOPT 2010 CONTEST: Mom found me through Petfinder.com. They already had Jake and weren't really looking for another dog, but for some reason, Mom just kept going back to Petfinder. She found me because Mom and Dad really like Mastiffs, and I look a lot like a Bullmastiff. I'm only 61 pounds, though, and Bullmastiffs are usually around 120, so no one really knows what I am. Anyway... Mom found my picture and thought I was really cute. She also liked my name, saying that "Fargus Ortolano" was a name that belonged in a detective novel from the '40s. I don't know what that means, but if Mom said it, it must be true. After a few weeks, she convinced Dad to come and meet me. She didn't know for sure that I would be their dog, but she did know that if she didn't at least meet me, she'd wonder forever. Dad agreed, so Mom emailed Illinois Doberman Rescue Plus (I'm a "Plus"!) and was told that I was being adopted. Mom emailed her congratulations and said that if my situation changed, that they should please keep her and Dad in mind. Of course, Mom figured that was the end of it and that I just wasn't meant to be their dog, so she was really surprised when she got a call from the IDR people. She had told them a lot about their home and about Jake. Good thing, too, because the guy who was supposed to adopt me never showed up, and Mom's email put her and Dad at the top of the list. When Mom, Dad, and Jake showed up to meet me, I was in a big, fenced area, stretched out on my belly soaking up the sun and enjoying the fresh air. I came over to see them right away. Jake is a really big guy, and I growled at him a little, but my foster mom and both my would-be mom and dad told me to stop so I did. When I got a little closer, I could see he wasn't going to hurt me and I relaxed. Dad came in first to meet me. As soon as I got near him, I could tell that he was the absolute coolest guy in the whole entire world. He knelt down to meet me, my tail started wagging, and I jumped into his lap, nuzzled his face, and gave him a bunch of kisses. Right away he hugged me and said, "Hi, Fargus! I love you, too!" Mom later told me that was the exact moment she knew I'd be coming to live with them. When Mom came in to say "hello," I gave her kisses, too. Mom kissed me back, and told me I was adorable (she uses that word a lot around me). When Jake and I finally got to meet without a fence, we were so happy that we jumped up and bumped chests, then we took off running all around the yard. Once we settled down on the grass side by side, Mom and Dad were convinced I'd be a good brother for Jake, and they adopted me on the spot. The next day, Dad came to get me, and I was so excited to see him I could barely contain myself! He took me for a long car ride, and on the way I fell asleep on his arm. Since I came to live with Mom and Dad and Jake, I've learned so much. I kind of already knew what "sit" meant, but now I know "oustide," "inside," "catch," "fetch," "give," "quiet," and how to walk without pulling on my leash. I also know to stop at corners and how to tell Mom and Dad when I see another dog and need more space to feel comfortable. I have great, big, wonderful comfy beds to sleep in all around the house now, and I just love them. I don't seem to remember having a bed of my own before now, and there's nothing I like more than stretching out on the soft, cushy material and tucking my face in a blanket.
Bio: I don't like to talk about my past much, but I have a lot of really bad scars on my head, shoulders, and legs that let people know that my life was very different than it is now. It's the reason that I'm uncomfortable around dogs I don't know and why I bark at them so they'll back off. Mom and Dad have worked really hard to help me relax and to show me they won't let other dogs hurt me. Now I have a whole bunch of doggy friends in the neighborhood! I'm also crazy about people. I'm a new favorite of all the neighborhood kids because I sit so nicely while they pet me. Sometimes I even get hugs! I know I'm the luckiest dog in the world, and I'm so grateful to Illinois Doberman Rescue Plus for saving me and helping me find such a great home with a family who I love and will love me forever.
Today I discovered carrots. Mom gave me a little baby one, but I didn't know what to do with it. It was cold and wet. I rolled it around my mouth a bit, and then I spit it out and looked at it. It was weird. She gave it to me again, and I kind of bit into it and chomped a little -- but only a little -- and then I spit it out again and sniffed it. Dad brought me a cut-up carrot -- tiny pieces shaped like pennies -- and he gave me one. I was really happy to get it... but then I spit it out again. I did the same thing with the second piece, and the third. Still, this carrot thing smelled wonderful. I tried to resist, but I couldn't keep my nose off of it. Other than sniffing, though, I just didn't know what I was supposed to do with it, so I tried punching it with my nose to see if it would squeak. It did not.
Mom and Dad were giving up, and Jake was getting antsy. He already ate his carrots, and now he was trying to horn in on mine. Dad handed him some of my carrot pennies, and boy, did he ever eat them. The sound of his crunching was too much for me! I had to have a carrot, and I had to have it now! Hey, Mom, don't take my carrot! I want my carrot!
I chomped my carrot into tiny bits, making sure I got all of its vitaminy goodness. I even ate all the carrot crumbs I 'd made on my blanket.
I'm not sure if I really like carrots or not, but I am sure about one thing: I sure don't like Jake eating *my* carrots.
Yeah, it's true that I see Bubba all the time. He only lives two doors down from us, so we all stop to say hi to him when he's outside. He was pretty much the first dog besides Jake that I learned to trust (a few months ago I got to meet him at his fence), and now we sniff and play bow to each other every time we pass his house.
Today I saw Bubba WITHOUT A FENCE! Mom and Jake and I ran into him and his family on the way to the park. I so happy to see him, but I knew I shouldn't get too excited. Mom taught me "No barkies! No pull!" when we're out walking and I see another dog, so I just relaxed and waited.
It turned out to be my best dog meeting EVER! Bubba and I rubbed noses and wagged our tails at each other! Then he jumped over me, and so I jumped over him right back! And then we ran in circles around and around each other! It was SO FUN! And when we were finished, we all calmed down and waited for the moms to finish talking about whatever moms talk about. (If I don't hear someone say "Fargus," I usually don't pay very much attention to anything anybody's saying.)
So now that I showed everybody that Bubba really is my homey, our moms said we can have a real doggy play date! I can't wait!!! Fargus LOVES Bubba! Fargus and Bubba are FRIENDS!!!! Word!
I know it drives Mom and Dad crazy, but I still really like to snack on the "street treats" Jake and I can find in our neighborhood. Since we live by a school, there's always a ton of really good stuff from kids' lunches lying around. The other day Mom caught me with half a cheese sandwich hanging out of my mouth. She made me give it back to the sidewalk before I could get a good bite out of it. Darn.
Cheese sandwiches are a great find, but they're not nearly as good as the booty I almost got away with last night. There it was lying by the curb. Easy, Fargus! Don't let anybody see it, I thought. And then I had it! It was in my mouth, and its deliciousness was almost too much to bear! I kept my head down so no one would see my wonderful prize.
I'd made it across the street and kept walking, but as we turned the corner... BUSTED. When Mom called my name, I knew she'd seen the delicious pork rib sticking straight out of my mouth. She took it away, and I was no longer "Fargus the Great Rhinoceros." I was "Fargus, Don't Eat Off the Street!" Again. Double darn.