 Age: 7 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Revelry Otis Scott
Nicknames:
Rev, Pumpkinhead, Red, Swagass, Sunshine, gorgeousness, revelkins, clifford, friend, angleface, nosey nate, tufts university, perfection
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
ME!!
Pet-Peeves:
poland spring water bottles, babies crying
Favorite Toy:
basic tennis ball, nap baby (which is a huge bone shaped leopard pillow) and nighttime baby(which he only takes out at night to sleep with, it is a burgundy shaggy dog
Favorite Food:
mine
Favorite Walk:
the beach, or the main road with lots of people to tell him how beautiful he is
Best Tricks:
He gives great hug!
Arrival Story:
I had the 2 best dogs ever...Otis My Man and Carbon Copy, both black lab mixes. They both got a rare form of cancer and I nursed them for over 2 years. I was kind, I did everything I could until each one let me know it was time. They were happy and playful until the very end. Otis was my soulmate. He left me first and quickly. I thought I'd die. Being a firm believer in rescuing dogs, a purebred was never an option.
Not too long after I lost my most precious boy, a wise man urged me to bring another life into mine. He asked a direct question …”Would you trade even an ounce of the pain you feel to not have had Otis in your life?” The answer was a defiant “NO.” He then went on to explain how lucky we were to have had each other, and that I must share that part of me again. It was too soon, the wound so open and painful. I lay in my bed unable to do anything but hurt, for quite some time. The hurt stayed, but I had to get on with life, Carbon was my biggest help in that department.
Several events led me to a man out east, about 1 mile from where Otis and I were last together. Sure, it was amazing to see 10 eight-day-old puppies, but no, I was just going to help myself heal. I went to “heal” at least once a week. This man, Ed, was quite generous with his time and with his heart. But, no, I was just going to help “heal” myself.
There was one, from the first day I went to, “heal” that I swore I knew. Even though his eyes were not open, I know he felt it as I did.
With each visit, it became more abundantly clear that this puppy “knew” me. At first, Ed was a non- believer; he said that it was “unheard of”, that I could “never pick the same pup at each visit”. I never had to, he picked me. From a pile of sleeping babies, he would lift his head at my entering the room. At the sound of my voice, he would come to me. Anybody could hold him, he kissed only me. Even Ed was astounded. He had been breeding dogs for 27 years and not seen a connection like this ever before.
If I were to get a dog, this would be the one, but I was just there to help myself “heal”.
I was tortured by the pull to this puppy. I wasn’t ready to love another , and I had Carbon to think about.
On November 2nd, 2002 I picked up this almost seven-week-old puppy and brought him “home”.
He trotted his 9-pound body into this house as though he lived here his entire life. He went to his (Otis’) bowl, his (Otis’) bed…and from the pile of toys that lay untouched since August 2nd, he chose his favorite and he played. He, at that moment, brought Hank back to life, as Hank had done nothing but ly next to those toys and pine for his friend for months. He also put Hank back into his position as “low man on the totem pole”. Carbon remained the alpha dog, allowing the puppy to pounce and play, but often reminding him whom the boss really was. This little red dog knew exactly where he belonged. He knew exactly what to do and where to go. He knew my room from my roomates..How? He knew what was his; he even knew his spot in the yard. He circled the table before entering the room (a long standing obsessive compulsion of Otis’). These were only his first moments in the house.
It's been quite some time by since he moved in to help me heal. The red dog was a source of strength when I lost my beautiful Carbon Copy that June.
A believer in spirituality and the strength of one’s soul, I have experienced things that I cannot put into words. This amazing red dog embodies the spirit of my boy. Some things simply cannot be explained, or cannot be explained simply…either way they are truly happening. At first, I thought it was just me; that I wanted Otis back so badly that I was making this poor puppy be something he was not. I believe that if it were possible, Otis would find his way back to me, and I believe that he has.
It is profoundly painful still, to not have Otis as he was. Not a day goes by that I do not think of him; I revel in his memory.
It had taken a great deal of strength to admit there was another boy in my house. He brought back joy that left with Otis, he brought life back, he brings laughter in all the time, all in a calmingly familiar way…May I introduce to you…………………REVELRY OTIS.
His full formal name is Redbramble Revelry Otis Scott:
Redbramble-the breeder name
Revelry-Otis-A celebration of Otis
Scott-for the love and strength that my brother Scott embodies
The wise man in this story, my friend, Lee Gelfand.
Bio:
Revel helps to keep me grounded and makes me smile during some very tough times. His unconditional love is the best. And he is so so very funny and nice to all!! Revel is a certified therapy dog and canine good citizen....He makes me so proud and puts so many smiles on people's faces.
Forums Motto:
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful!
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