Your Pet's Rescue Story
Dog - My Best Friend Rescue Red
I’m Armani, a rescued Rotti/Shar Pei mix. And in order to learn about me, you need to know a little bit more about how my family found me. In September of 2009, my daddy and auntie lost their beloved Joshua, a rescued American Rottweiler. He passed away at just over three years old due to a stroke. Well, he was my daddy’s baby, and daddy was so very sad without him. Then, a little over a month later, my daddy and auntie were going to go to the mall to go shopping. Instead, they turned down a different road and came to the shelter – it’s called Pet Alliance of Orlando now. Well, they walked around and saw all of the precious doggies that needed homes, but they weren’t seeing the perfect fit to go home and live with them and their other kids, Princess and Junior. Then, as if by pure fate, they got to the same kennel where daddy had found Joshua a few years before. In that kennel they found me! I was a much smaller pup then. At only 60lbs or so, the people at the shelter said that I was almost done growing; but, daddy and auntie took one look at my big paws and said, “I don’t think so.” And boy were they right! I doubled in size before I stopped growing. (Yep. I’m a BIG boy!) And no one knows why I was afraid of wearing a collar and leash. When the shelter volunteer brought me out, I crawled on my belly until it was taken off. To be honest, I still don’t like those things. But that’s okay; I have a big, fenced yard to play in! And I’m in my older age now and have some problems with my back leg, so I don’t much like to go for walks anyway. Plus, to make life better for me, daddy and auntie found me a nice vet that comes to my house to see me, and I have a fancy bed that daddy just got for me. It’s really thick and sits high, so now I can see what is going on all around and can keep an eye on the action. And I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE squeaky stuffies. I have totes full of stuffies! If they get holes or stop squeaking, auntie sews them and replaces the squeakers for me. And, last but not least, they always make sure I have my favorite treats. I might be getting older and might not be quite as spry as I once was, but I am loved. And that makes me one lucky boy!