My best friend is a rescued pit bull named London Dee-Oh-Gee (but we call him London for short). He looks mean and tough, but he’s a softie at heart. London is kind of a reserved guy, so I decided to interview his adopted-mom to see what his story was. In her own words, here is how she came to adopt London (and am I glad she did!).
London’s adopted mom: “London was found wondering the streets of West Seattle down by White Center with no identification. Seattle Animal Control packed him up in the back of their vehicle for the long ride to the Seattle Animal Shelter. His origins are unknown, however, he understands some Spanish.
When London arrived at the Seattle Animal Shelter he was provided a name “Simon.” He was checked for a microchip and one was found, but it had expired. He was temperament tested, fixed and put in one of the pens on display for all the potential adopters. He was on display for quite awhile, 30 days and the Shelter was about ready to send him to a foster home so he would not have to stay any longer in the stressful environment of the Shelter.
Close to the 30th day he had been incarcerated I walked into the viewing room and looked at all the dogs. I asked the Shelter volunteer to see another dog, Biscuit, first and took him out to the play area. He was very playful and energetic, but I was told that he had separation anxiety and whined constantly when no one was home. In a condo that would not be acceptable, so Biscuit went back and I started walking down the line to see other dogs. I came across Simon (London) who puffed up and started barking and growling and I said to the Shelter volunteer, “I’m not sure.” She said, “why don’t you take him outside, where it isn’t so stressful.” I did and Simon (London) promptly crawled under the little ladder toy in the center of the outside area and wouldn’t come out. The Shelter volunteer said, “see he’s just scared. He’s really sweet to everyone here.” Needless to say I was skeptical and told them I would see how it went if I could take him home for a trial period.
When London came home he was a different dog, he was sweet, crawled into my lap and didn’t make a peep. He even made friends with my grumpy old cat Jo Jean-Claude Baptiste, even after Jo made a vicious attack on London. In that instant I knew London was a keeper. He is a great snuggle buddy and is always there when I have a tough day. When I say “hugs” he jumps up and gives me a huge hug.
London has been on many adventures going on 10 to 15 mile hikes, packing in his own gear. He loves to go swimming in the ocean and Puget Sound. His favorite activity is going on long car rides, he just kicks back with his head out the window enjoying the various smells.
He now lives with two goats, multiple chickens, two cats and a Shih Tzu. He has made fast friends with everyone, except for the goats who find it funny to headbutt him. He still tries to make friends with them because that’s just the kind of companion he is, a gentle giant who wants to make friends with everyone.”