What’s In a Name?
My name is Meeko. Confusing? You bet it is! You met me when I came to this house and my new bro, Maxx, introduced me as Skook. That name had a very rich heritage and was not picked without much thought. My new pawrents were so sad when they realized I didn’t even really respond to the name I had at the rescue, Stryker, and they figured I had not even been spoken to much for my 8 months on earth. Later when my Mom was going through my medical papers she noticed all of them had a name on them… Meeko. She came in the room and quietly tried it out, Meeko? My tail thumped. She tried it again… Meeko??? Yes, my tail wagged heartily! Someone knew my name! The one thing I could have carried with me through this whole ordeal that was mine had been returned. Yay Meeko!
I do have a bit of a problem though, I hate my cat bro. It really isn’t my fault, he hated me first. HONEST! He took a big swipe at me and I bit at him. Now he always hisses and swipes and I always bark and pummel and the anger has escalated. Mom and Dad feel bad because the cat has been here for 14 years and has recently lost his brother/littermate and his dog bro Buddy. They also were told that I was part Golden and it seems I really am not which means I will never get to live off leash and run at the dog beach with the others and that would limit Maxx. Let’s don’t sugarcoat this… I HATE that cat!
So today, Dad and I are taking a big car ride to a place that Mom and Dad have carefully chosen for me. There have been a lot of tears, a lot of phone calls, but not once have I not felt love. We want to share a few things with you as we make this journey, so maybe others won’t have to.
Getting a new pet family member is joyous and exciting. Mom and Dad put a lot of thought and work into finding just the right bro for Maxx. They got a bit caught up in the moment though. They saw me and I was beautiful and handsome, well of course. I looked like a Great Pyrenees, which Mom LOVES but knows isn’t quite the right breed for where she lives. But wait! They were told I was 1/2 Golden and my personality was that of a Golden. Well how perfect could that be? They were told I used to bark a lot outside, but that was because I was chained up and then I never barked in Rescue. I had a neat cat encounter and did great, but not with a cat who took a swipe at me. Nobody who walked me had noticed my prey instinct which is very evident by the way I chase and pounce on everything from lizards to squirrels.
Mom now knows she should have had me encounter a cat in the same way I would in this house, the 14 year old cat here always wants to show the new dogs who is the boss and it isn’t the new dogs. She realizes that I never barked at the Rescue because I wasn’t outside on my own. Here I have a great dog door where I can go out on my own. The thing about Pyrs is that we like to protect our property, it’s our job! When I hear something beyond my fence, I have to bark to let my people know!! That is not really fair when you live really close to your neighbors like we do.
My name is Meeko and I am a Pyr. Mom and Dad have realized that as much as they love me, it is not fair to me to try to make me into a Golden Retriever or keep me in 1/2 of the house away from the cat or tell me to be quiet when I do my job. I am a proud, noble breed and I deserve to live where I can be all I can. Mom and Dad have been criticized mightily for thinking of pets as “disposable” for letting me go. No dog is disposable. You adopt a dog for life. It is a lifelong commitment! Because Mom and Dad committed to give me the BEST life ever, they have decided to put their egos aside that tell them they are the only people on earth who can give me a good life. Dad is driving me 9 hours today to a beautiful place and a wonderful person who wants a GREAT Pyrenees. My name is Meeko and I will be noble and proud. Please make sure when you adopt to follow YOUR heart and not somebody else’s desires. Truly, adopting a pet IS a lifelong commitment…