The power of saving a dog from a rescue.
The Best Day of My Life!
He was abandoned in the night drop box of a pound, missing his front left leg. He was pulled in the nick of time by Family Dog Rescue in SF. They drove +/- 12 hours round trip to save him! He was adopted and returned before he came into my life. He was pretty defeated and had seemed to have given up. :(
One month later, his first camping trip!
Within the first couple of weeks, he was already coming around. On this trip, I discovered he loved water. Then I had to take off my shoes and go after him when he decided to crash the party in some strangers campsite. Lol!
Petey's First (and last) Photo Shoot, 1 year later.
Around the time of this shoot, they were hiring at the rescue I got him from. I wrote all about this beautiful beastie in my cover letter and I got the job! At least I think that is why they hired me! ;)
RIP Dread Pirate Petey 2/14/08 - 12/11/13
Sadly, Petey was diagnosed with kidney disease a year after I adopted him. He defied all the odds and lived 364 days past a less than a year diagnosis. Without treatment, he would have made it three months (which is what the vet estimated anyways, but Petey was a tripod pirate bad ass) I had some of his ashes put in this tattoo. My good friend drew it, and our other good friend inked me up. This is "Gonzo Petey."
RIP, my beastie.
RIP, my beastie.