My boyfriend and I had been together for a few years at the time. My birthday was approaching and as a present he agreed we were finally ready for a dog. I grew up with dogs and felt that a house wasn't complete without a dog. We agreed instantly that we would rescue, so we headed to the local shelters. We went to a few and saw a lot of great dogs, but none that felt completely right. That is when we tried a local SPCA, we knew as soon as we saw him. He was very skinny and looked very overwhelmed being at the shelter. The staff told us he came from a high kill shelter in North Carolina. They also told us he was a 1-2 yr old Golden Retriever Lab mix.
His name was Nemo, we decided it suited him and kept it. He was so well behaved and lovable. We did know someone had hit him before though, whenever someone raised their arm he would lay in a submissive pose. As time went by we found out he was a Vizsla, Cocker Spaniel, Yorkie, Coonhound Mutt(No Lab or Golden) through a genetic test. We quickly realized he was a very high strung and anxious, we understood why he was in the shelter. We learned every time there is a thunderstorm we have to cover him with blankets and hold him. But we didn't care we loved him, he loved us and we were all family. He completed our household and we can't imagine life with out him. He is very happy, loves walks, sitting on our lap(must be from the yorkie part) and barking at shadows. He even has a Cocker Spaniel sister now named Annabelle who he loves!
Philadelphia, PA
