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Cyrus was one of our dogs but was loved like he was one of our kids. He was 8 years old. I haven't got a good answer for what breed he was... Best guess was newfoundland mix.
My wife and I have had a few dogs over the years. We have received dogs from the shelter, or from families that can no longer care for their dog. Or, in the case with Cyrus, we picked him up from a "foster home" for dogs. This family had around 4 dogs that they were taking care of, trying to place them into good homes.
The day we found Cyrus, we drove out to the foster home. We had intentions of bringing home a young boxer pup. The pup seemed a bit odd, he wasn't too friendly with people. Almost like he wanted to be left alone. Not a good sign in our eyes. All of a sudden, we hear the sound of wood snapping and a huge ball of hair flew into the room. The woman caring for the dogs starting yelling, " No Cyrus, No!" Cyrus was like a Tasmanian devil, running through the house, jumping on my wife and I, jumping on the furniture, and basically wreaking havoc. He had busted down the wooden gate that was holding him in their kitchen and was running around like a nut.
The woman apologized for the dog and said she was sorry that he was bothering us. We told her it was not problem and to leave Cyrus out for a bit, we wanted to get to know him.
Cyrus calmed down after a few minutes. He was a very fun, very loving dog. My wife and I looked at each other and we both knew that this is the dog that was going to come home with us.
Cyrus heard something on the other side of our fence this morning. He managed to bust the gate open and ran out into the street........He will be missed.
My wife and I have had a few dogs over the years. We have received dogs from the shelter, or from families that can no longer care for their dog. Or, in the case with Cyrus, we picked him up from a "foster home" for dogs. This family had around 4 dogs that they were taking care of, trying to place them into good homes.
The day we found Cyrus, we drove out to the foster home. We had intentions of bringing home a young boxer pup. The pup seemed a bit odd, he wasn't too friendly with people. Almost like he wanted to be left alone. Not a good sign in our eyes. All of a sudden, we hear the sound of wood snapping and a huge ball of hair flew into the room. The woman caring for the dogs starting yelling, " No Cyrus, No!" Cyrus was like a Tasmanian devil, running through the house, jumping on my wife and I, jumping on the furniture, and basically wreaking havoc. He had busted down the wooden gate that was holding him in their kitchen and was running around like a nut.
The woman apologized for the dog and said she was sorry that he was bothering us. We told her it was not problem and to leave Cyrus out for a bit, we wanted to get to know him.
Cyrus calmed down after a few minutes. He was a very fun, very loving dog. My wife and I looked at each other and we both knew that this is the dog that was going to come home with us.
Cyrus heard something on the other side of our fence this morning. He managed to bust the gate open and ran out into the street........He will be missed.
