Hi everyone! I’m probably Gordo (#2907). That’s the name that I was given recently, anyway. I answer to anything especially if there is food involved. I’m a Lab for heaven’s sakes! A rich-chocolate Lab at that! Someone found me wandering around town and took me to the animal shelter – lots of barking, injections and an unmentionable surgery happened there. It was NOT my favorite place.
The wonderful ladies from Golden Bond Rescue bailed me out after no one claimed me. I was pretty nervous and upset at first, but they knew just what to do to help me out. I got moved to a foster home and then the trouble began again.
The very next day my foster took me to a vet who kept me around for a few days. They shaved off some of my lovely chocolate colored fur. When I woke up I was minus 11 teeth and a bunch of little lumps and bumps. Boy, was I relieved to learn that there was no cancer! The vet also took some x-rays of my hips and legs. Turns out I have only one really sound leg. I’ve got bad arthritis in two legs and one hip. So, I limp but I don’t complain much, especially now that I take pain medication. Of course, I’ll need to take that for the rest of my life. Oh, yes. I’m probably 8 or 9 years old.
Right now I live with three mellow dogs and we get along fine. One of them tried really hard to get me to play with her. I really wanted to play, but I just couldn’t. It hurt too much. That said, I don’t like strange dogs that bark or growl at me. I bark right back – as loudly as I can.
Not to brag but I’m a really mellow, easy-to-live-with dog. I’m quiet; I don’t have accidents; I love to curl up in a nice soft spot and take a nap. I’m good in a crate, too. I ride nicely in the car though you might have to help me actually get in the car. Sometimes I can do it all by myself, sometimes not so much.
Know what? I actually chew my food! Where did that come from? If you just squirt a little bit of easy cheese on my pills, I’ll lick them out of your hand – no muss, no fuss. I was really itchy when I came to Golden Bond so I’m now eating a grain-free diet. Because of my mobility issue, I need to maintain my slim, trim physique. More weight would make getting around even more difficult.
Here’s the deal: if you want a dog for hikes and long walks on the beach, I’m not your guy. My heart would love it but my legs would just say no. The vet said that I should have a couple of really short walks a day just to keep my joint juices flowing. We’re talking short, though, as in to the mailbox or the neighbor’s driveway down the road or around your yard a couple of times. You definitely won’t break a sweat walking with me. But I CAN walk, I just limp especially right at first.
What do I need besides pain medication and food? A nice flat house with only a step or two to get inside and out to toilet. I don’t worry about it, but my foster thinks that my legs won’t get any better. In fact, as I age, they’ll probably get worse. I love people and wouldn’t be very happy if I had to be downstairs while you sleep upstairs.
I sound like a problem child but really, once you meet me, you’ll find out that I’m a funny, loveable guy. At least, that’s what the folks at the vet clinic and at the two Golden Bond foster homes have said. And everyone who meets me says. I’m kind of a people magnet!
Gordo was adopted November 12, 2017