Big Boy - A Story of Happily Ever After

Big Boy - named literally because of his size - he's HUGE!!!!! About the size of a St Bernard, I think.

Big Boy was a stray who hangs around my mom's office. One day he was taken away by the pound. Mom bailed him out and took him to our home. Her plan was to keep him in our apartment during the weekends because that's when the pound people make their rounds then take him back to his old neighborhood during the week days.

OK, sounds good to me, except that mom had him tied up at the fire escape all the time because he sheds too much fur in the apartment. Come on, you can't have a dog in the house and not have fur. It's part and package of having a dog. So she rescued him from being put down but then keep him tied up all the time. What kind of life is that?

If you're having images of a big dog tearing up an apartment ala Beethoven (the St Bernard movie), you'd be surprised at what a good dog Big Boy is. I have never seen a dog his size with such a sweet temperament. Sure he wanted to explore every nook and cranny of his new environment, but did he go tearing into the place? Nope, I would say he more or less "ambled" about the place sniffing here and there. Other than that, he mostly went about his business.

He ignored me most of the time, at first, but once he got to know me, he was so playful. His biggest charm was shaking hands. Oh yeah, those soft brown eyes that looks contentedly back at you when you stroke and pat him will melt any heart ^_^

I snuck him into my room to sleep on Saturday night, or should I say, Sunday morning because I couldn't bear to see him being tied up like that. Of course I did not let him get on the bed. That is still pretty much Baby's territory as far as I'm concerned. Well, he did try to jump up the bed but I was sort of in the way. He landed on my chest and man, I could've sworn my ribs broke. Ouch!

Big Boy spent the whole weekend with us. Come Monday, he got his lucky break. A customer of my mom's company saw Big Boy and was taken to him immediately. Big Boy's "shake hands" trick did it I guess.

Now Big Boy lives in a nice house in a nice neighborhood with a big compound to run about.
Goodbye, Big Boy! I barely knew you, but I'm glad you got your happy ending.