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A blast from the past

October 18, 2010
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Remember Fresno? He was the little Shepherd/Sheltie mix who was shot and hit by a car, then laid in a ditch for days while people thought he was dead,  in Fresno, California, and we flew him to Oregon because no one in California could pony-up the money to pay for his surgery.

We fundraised for quite a while to take care of that little guy, but he had surgery and recovered beautifully.

If you aren’t familiar, click here to see his original rescue story and pics

Here’s an update and a few pics from Fresno’s dad. SO sweet!

Hi there!

Fresno is doing great!  He doesn’t do a lot of playing with other dogs (he’s very selective about his playmates), but that’s the way it’s been from the beginning.

He hangs out a lot with Willie, our next-door neighbor’s dog (a golden lab), but only gets playful when I join the fun.  People on the other hand, he can’t get enough of.  He’s really good with our 5 1/2 month-old daughter, Arabella.
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He’s a total couch-dog and loves curl up on the couch and sleep or snuggle.  Our daughter is absolutely fascinated by him too.  She wants to pet him all the time (though she’s still working on fine motor-skills, so it’s more like grabbing fistfuls of his fur).  He doesn’t seem to mind it much.  He’ll just get up and flop to a different part of the couch if she gets too intense.

I’ve got a few pictures, some as old as a couple years ago, at least one as recent as last week (the one of him and our daughter).  The one of him wearing the Santa-hat was last December, and the one of him standing on the deck in the snow was two years ago just before all the snow really came down.

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We’ve taken him camping with us the last couple years (we usually do July 4th weekend) and the one included is from his first trip in 2008.  He had a blast!
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We were camped out right next to a stream (somewhat visible in the background), and as expected at first, he didn’t want to have anything to do with the water (we had to cross the stream to get to our camp site).

I decided to clean myself up in the deep part of the stream one morning (I was up to my neck), but he got all upset and started whimpering and picking his feet up (like he wanted to follow but didn’t know how).

Within a minute, he jumped right in and came swimming after me.  He didn’t even stop there.  He swam two full circles around me and climbed back up on the stream shore.  Everybody in our group were standing there, mouths agape at the spectacle.  Nobody had seen that one coming!

Since then, he has no problems with water (other than when he gets a bath).  Last year (2009), we went back to the same stream and he went straight for the water (the shallow part anyway) and raced Bella to the camp site.

Unfortunately, I was lugging all our gear at the time and couldn’t get a picture of it.  Would have been a great shot of the two of them tearing down the stream, splashing water everywhere like a couple of rain-soaked kids, stomping in puddles!