Likes: Getting his ears scratched and being loved on by his family.
Pet-Peeves: STRANGERS!!! Getting cornered.
Favorite Toy: His doggy sisters Indy and Nova
Favorite Food: Hot Dogs!
Favorite Walk: All around the base housing of the military base we live on, especially back in the woods.
Best Tricks: He can grab a package of hot dogs out of your hand and tear it open in 3 seconds flat! I don't know if this is a good thing or not, lol!
Arrival Story: We found Timber online and drove from Arkansas to West Virginia to get him. He was worth every minute of the 4 day trip in the car! His original owners got him from Terra Pines in Michigan. His original name was Geronimo, Mo for short.
(Do you like how I'm stringing you all along BTW? You're only gonna get little bits of my story at a time to keep ya coming back. BOL!)
So now the only way the humans would be able to get me is if they were to drive out to West Virginia from Arkansas to pick me up. Well, if it had to be that way, it had to be that way. They packed up the Suburban and off they went. They left on a Friday early morning and drove all day late into the night. They stopped at a motel somewhere in Virginia for the night and started out early the next morning again. They got to my trainer's house in the late morning on Saturday. Saturdays are when my trainer holds his Shutzhund training and my human lady was in awe. She said it was like she died and went to heaven. All those beautiful German Shepherds and Dobermans in one place... it was like a dream come true for her. After watching Hardy train for about a half hour or so, it was time for me to make my entrance...
If the human lady thought she was in heaven before, she was positive she was when she saw me come trotting out with Hardy. Her breath caught in her throat and our eyes locked. Her heart stopped for a second. She knew in an instant that I was the missing link to their family.
I, of course, played it cool. I don't like strangers, and thats what these humans were to me. Strangers. Hardy walked me around the property to loosen me up a little and then brought me over to meet the humans. I wouldn't get close to them, I kept my distance. Hardy gave the humans a bag of cut-up hotdogs and the lady offered me one. I cautiously took it. They gave me more hotdogs. I took those too. My tail was tucked so far between my legs that it looked like I didn't have one at all. I was pretty nervous. After a while Hardy put me back in my kennel. The humans watched the Schutzhund training a bit more then went and got something to eat. When they came back Hardy brought me back out and handed the lady my leash. The humans took me for a walk around the property, and I untucked my tail a little bit. When the walk was over, the humans sat down to chat with Hardy and the other Shutzhunders. The lady was still holding my leash, and I was pacing a good distance away. She kept talking to me in a soft gentle voice, and eventually I came over to her on my own and let her pet my head. After a while I felt comfortable enough to lay down nearby these new humans. Hardy asked the humans what they thought of me, and these new humans just couldn't say enough nice things about me. Then Hardy said "Well, do you want to take him home?" The new humans couldn't say "Yes" fast enough! So, I gave some lovin's to Hardy and his family, got loaded up inot the new human's Suburban, and away I went to start my new life.
So the lady and the man knew in their hearts that I was supposed to be their dog. But how on Earth were they going to get me all the way from West Virginia where I was living to Arkansas where they were living? The lady human decided to turn to the only place she knew of for help. She asked the kitty cat Phoenix's friends on MySpace for help. She was amazed and touched beyond words at the generosity of those who donated money to fly me out to Arkansas. The man human was constantly on the phone with the man who was trying to find me a new home, trying to arrange travel plans. The man human called airport after airport, learning whatever he could about travel restrictions and regulations for pets. There aren't many airlines out there that will accomodate a dog my size! He finally arranged a date and time for me to fly. Because of my size I was going to have to be flown to Dallas and my new humans would have to drive there from Little Rock to pick me up. The man human kept trying to get in touch with the human who had me to let me know of these plans, but he could never reach him. My flight came and went and still no word from the guy who had me. The lady human was becoming increasingly distressed as it was getting hotter and hotter and there was little chance of me being able to fly now. Finally, the guy who had me got back in touch with the man human and told him that even though he said he was fine with me flying out to my new home earlier, he had since changed his mind and the only way they could have me was if they drove all the way to West Virginia and picked me up.
It was a hot and humid May 22nd, 2007. A human woman was sitting at her computer in Little Rock, AR browsing the Internet. As she visited one of her favorite websites, PetFinder.com, she decided to see what the local shelters had to offer. So many cute puppies and kitties looking for good homes filled page after page. At one of these local shelters in particular, C.A.R.E., she noticed a "More Adoptable Pets" button. She clicked on it and was redirected to another page filled with more sad, hopeful, eager to find a new home furbabies. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes met with one such picture, the caption of "Mo" underneath. She clicked on the picture and began a journey that would take almost a month and 2,000 miles.
When this human woman's male mate came home from work that evening, she rushed him to the computer to introduce him to what she knew would be the newest member of her "pack". He had the same reaction she did. He knew it was meant to be. He dialed the number from the webpage and after talking to the human on the other end, hung up the phone somewhat dismayed. "This dog is in West Virginia," he told his mate. Her heart sank. West Virginia? How on Earth are we going to get a dog here from West Virginia? Being something called a "military family" there was usually too much month left at the end of the money. There wasn't any extra money in the budget to drive out to West Virginia to pick up a dog.
The woman knew in her heart that this dog was supposed to be there with her pack, and she vowed that she would do anything it took to make sure that happened!