Amos 08-109

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Sponsored by: Kirsten, Chuck and Tyler 06-517

 

 

Well take a look at this "looker"!

We picked Amos up at a vet who was holding him after he was surrendered by a commercial breeder. These are the facts of the surrender: Amos is sterile and so can no longer breed and therefore not make any money for the breeder, he is 122 pounds, about 35 pounds over weight, he is so uncomfortable with his excess weight; he is heartworm positive, however the vet thinks maybe he will have to lose weight before the heartworm treatment begins; he has double ear infections; he has Whip worms; he is 6 years old and has never been out of a breeder's kennel and finally, he stinks to high heaven!!!!!

Ok, now for the good part, as I am sitting here with tears in my eyes, he is so incredibly sweet. He still is kind after all the hurt a human has caused him. He wants to trust us badly.

The first line of defense was to get him smelling like a dog not an outhouse! We took him to the groomers on Saturday morning. As we were trying to lift him out of the truck, he jumped and landed on his face. His legs couldn't support the weight he is carrying. He cut his lip and scraped up his nose. The nicest group of people helped him through the bath and conditioner. He was so scared but once again he allowed others to care for him. Kristy, the young groomer, will probably never forget our Amos, or probably the big tip. :) She more than deserved it! When we went to pick him up, my husband didn't recognize him.

Eric and I cleaned his ears this morning. They were smelly and gross. Not now. Those ears shine now. Eric was holding him down, once we got the 122 pounds down on the floor. We broke a sweat!!!! Once I started the cleaning and rubbing, Amos started moaning! He loved it, as all Goldens do!

He goes to our vet tomorrow. We know that he will need to be heartworm treated, treated for ear infections, get a plan for his weight loss, clean his very, very, very bad teeth and get neutered. The timeline will be crucial.

I will update his bio tomorrow after the vets. Stay tuned. You are going to be amazed at this boy's transformation! We are thrilled to have him and help him become a "Golden" again!

At a Glance #08-109

Golden Retriever Born: August 2001
Male 90 lbs

Status: Deceased

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Sponsored by: Kirsten, Chuck and Tyler 06-517

 

 

Well take a look at this "looker"!

We picked Amos up at a vet who was holding him after he was surrendered by a commercial breeder. These are the facts of the surrender: Amos is sterile and so can no longer breed and therefore not make any money for the breeder, he is 122 pounds, about 35 pounds over weight, he is so uncomfortable with his excess weight; he is heartworm positive, however the vet thinks maybe he will have to lose weight before the heartworm treatment begins; he has double ear infections; he has Whip worms; he is 6 years old and has never been out of a breeder's kennel and finally, he stinks to high heaven!!!!!

Ok, now for the good part, as I am sitting here with tears in my eyes, he is so incredibly sweet. He still is kind after all the hurt a human has caused him. He wants to trust us badly.

The first line of defense was to get him smelling like a dog not an outhouse! We took him to the groomers on Saturday morning. As we were trying to lift him out of the truck, he jumped and landed on his face. His legs couldn't support the weight he is carrying. He cut his lip and scraped up his nose. The nicest group of people helped him through the bath and conditioner. He was so scared but once again he allowed others to care for him. Kristy, the young groomer, will probably never forget our Amos, or probably the big tip. :) She more than deserved it! When we went to pick him up, my husband didn't recognize him.

Eric and I cleaned his ears this morning. They were smelly and gross. Not now. Those ears shine now. Eric was holding him down, once we got the 122 pounds down on the floor. We broke a sweat!!!! Once I started the cleaning and rubbing, Amos started moaning! He loved it, as all Goldens do!

He goes to our vet tomorrow. We know that he will need to be heartworm treated, treated for ear infections, get a plan for his weight loss, clean his very, very, very bad teeth and get neutered. The timeline will be crucial.

I will update his bio tomorrow after the vets. Stay tuned. You are going to be amazed at this boy's transformation! We are thrilled to have him and help him become a "Golden" again!

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Saturday, October 8, 2016

 

AMOS 2003-2016

Amos spent his early years in a kennel as a neglected stud dog of a backyard-breeding operation. Upon surrender at age 4.5, he was morbidly obese and sick with heartworm disease and nearly died. But his foster family nursed him back to health with love and patience. In May 2008 he was adopted into my family, where he slowly learned how to be a dog - playing fetch, walking on a leash, and barking at noises. A year later his sister Charlotte (Starlite 09-029) joined the family and taught him the joy of squirrel and rabbit chasing. Amos became an avid snuggler, ball chaser, and crotch sniffer. In his later years, he came to love his walks, rolling around in the grass, and barking to announce his arrival in the backyard. He tried to befriend every dog he met. Being a golden retriever, Amos loved all food, but especially apples, peanut butter, and hot dogs. In the end, his heart was still strong but his back legs were not, and he left this earth with his mother at his side on October 4, 2016. Amos leaves behind 2 sisters, 2 brothers, and a mother, as well as many friends and neighbors. The family asks that the next time you are adding a four-legged member to your own family, consider the ones who may take a little more work but will lovingly transform your life one tail wag at a time.

Rest in peace, my beloved boy. An eternity with you wouldn't have been long enough.

 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Amos turned 11 this month!  He really enjoyed his doggie birthday cake and shared it with all his fur-siblings, as well as a couple neighbor dogs.  He played like a puppy with his new duck toy, seeming to forget his arthritis. 

Amos has slowed down in the last couple months.  We have decreased our morning walks to just going around the block rather than a mile-long walk.  Otherwise, he is still the happy, sweet boy who I have always loved.  I hope that we still have a lot of time left together because life without Amos is unimaginable.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Hi, it's me, Amos. You may not recognize me in this picture of me in my backyard because in the four years since I've been rescued I've lost 40 POUNDS! I've been holding steady at 82 pounds since last summer. I feel so good and everybody notices because I move better. My face is getting gray but I feel younger than ever. I'm 8.5 years old now and my heart medicine is keeping my heart going strong. The heart specialist hasn't seen any changes in 2 years and he says that's good.

I learn to do dog stuff more and more because I'm so happy and I have my lab mix sister, Charlotte 09-029, and corgi brother, Finnigan, to show me how. I never paid attention to the squirrels in the yard till Char taught me how to chase them. And one day, I caught one! Char got the squirrel first. She thought it was sleeping but it woke up in her mouth and that surprised her so she dropped it. Mom said it was sick or hurt and told me to leave it alone but it was in our yard and I was so excited I kept picking it up and running with it, then dropping it. Mom was yelling at me to stop but I kept going back because it was SO MUCH FUN! Me and Char didn't hurt the squirrel at all, even though it bit me, but I finally listened to Mom and came inside. Finnigan was jealous because Mom got him on a leash before he could have a chance. We all looked and looked the next time we went out but it was gone. Mom said somebody named Animal Control took it away. I keep hoping one day I'll catch another one but Charlotte and Finnigan are faster than me.

One night I also had fun DIGGING! It was snowing and raining at the same time but Mom said we could play fetch anyway. I accidentally knocked my ball into an old rabbit hole and before Mom could do anything, I stuck my head in there and dug and dug to get my ball out. Actually, don't tell Finnigan, but it was his ball and he would've been mad if I lost it. Mom was laughing so hard but she finally pulled me away and got the ball. She said it was a good thing she did or we'd have a crater in our yard. So here's the picture of me all dirty from digging. Isn't it great?!

The last picture is from Christmas day when Mom wanted a family photo. My cat brother Sumo didn't want to be in the picture, but you can see my cat sister Bonnie, me, Char, Finnigan and Mom. I think this was picture number 5. Everyone else kept moving around but I sat by Mom, like always. While Mom's brother took pictures Mom was laughing so hard I thought she was crying so I crawled into her lap to kiss her to make it better.

Thank you, RAGOM, for giving me a home where I learned to be a dog!

Love,
Amos

Monday, March 14, 2011

Dear RAGOM:
 
Three years out of the backyard breeder's kennel, Amos continues to amaze me.  We have FINALLY managed to get him and keep him at a healthy weight of 89 pounds.  He's gotten down there before but could never stay at that weight until the last several months.  I think the healthy weight and accupuncture combined make him feel so good because he runs through the yard like a joyful pup.  He has also become more at ease in the yard.  He will never be a lover of the outdoors but now he will meander around the yard to sniff and doesn't run for the gate the moment he hears a loud noise.  Amos no longer wants to walk with just me; he likes his sister Charlotte (formerly Starlite 09-029) to be along and since he feels so good we are able to take longer walks again.  His heart condition has progressed a little but not enough to take additional steps like more meds or diet/activity changes.  At night while I watch TV or read, he rolls over on his back, thumps his tail and wriggles around.  Sometimes he rubs at his eyes, sometimes he snaps at his own thumping tale, but it just seems to be a gesture of great contentment.
 
In May 2010 I adopted a third dog, a corgi named Finnigan, from a local shelter.  He has been a handful.  Partly it's that he's a bossy little corgi, and partly that he has dog aggression issues I wasn't aware of until bringing him home.  With the help of a dog trainer and the saintly tolerance of Amos and Charlotte, Finnigan is coming along.  When he's being difficult Amos ignores him and Charlotte placates him.  He couldn't ask for better fur siblings, in my opinion.
 
Amos is my joy, the treasure of my heart.  Watching him do simple things like run through the yard or roll over on his back bring tears to my eyes sometimes because I remember the dog who huddled behind my loveseat and paced and refused to go outside until I got him on a leash and pulled him out.  A dog can teach you a million things about patience and love without ever saying a word.
 
Rachel R.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

This is Amos. I told my mom I wanted to write my own update. Thanks to RAGOM I haven't been a backyard breeder dog for over 2 years and have been with my mom for almost 2. I have 2 kitty siblings named Sumo and Bonnie and last year I got a little sister named Charlotte (formerly Starlite 09-029). The cats don't always like me because sometimes I get excited and run them over but I don't mean to!

I sure like this indoor life, so much that I prefer the indoors to being outside. Sure, I'll go out and do my business, play fetch, and go on walks (because Mom makes me) but I like to hang out indoors. One of my favorite places to go is to work with Mom. That's me in the picture, hanging out under her desk at work. Everybody pets me, gives me treats, and tells me what a nice dog I am. They say I sure am different than when Mom got me because I'm not so scared anymore. I know nothing bad will happen to me with my mom around.

I really don't like to go the vet but Mom sure takes me there a lot. I have to go every 6 months for blood tests because of my thyroid. I put on weight easy but I sure like treats and when my thyroid medicine is right I do pretty good. Last spring Mom got really sad because the vet heard a heart murmur so I had to have more tests and got shaved again. The heart vet said I have early dilated cariomyopathy, which means I have to take more pills because my heart is getting bigger. He said he doesn't usually see it this early and that's a good thing. When I had my heart test again in the fall the heart vet said things looked so good I don't have to come back for a year. Mom cried because even though I'm the biggest and almost the oldest (Sumo the cat is older) she says I'm still her baby and she wants me to stay around a long time.

So that's why she takes me to another vet, Dr. F, who does accupuncture, which is a fancy way to say she sticks needles in me because sometimes my back legs hurt. I don't like the needles but Dr. F gives good treats and she's a nice lady who says I make her want a golden retriever again. Dr. F says I'm like Gandhi because if I don't like the needles I just move away, I don't try to hurt her. She calls this civil disobedience. Dr. F gives Mom special pills for me too so I have lots of pills to eat with my food. I'm a good boy so I eat them up but if I miss one Mom just hands it to me and I eat that too.

I admit I was a little jealous when my little sister came. I like other dogs but now I had to share my mom with 2 cats and another dog! But I'm so good I could get along with anyone. Even when my little sister Charlotte takes my toys or chews on my paws, legs and ears, I just act like Gandhi like Dr. F says. Every once in a while I let Char know I don't like it and give her a little nip to keep her in line. Even us nice guys have to set limits.

I like the quiet life and routine. Char likes to break the rules and keep busy. In our house getting on the furniture is a cat privilege but as you can see in the picture, Char sometimes gets caught on the furniture. (That's my kitty brother Sumo too.) She's only supposed to be up there to look out the windows because she thinks she's Miss Guard Dog but sometimes she sneaks in a lie-down. She may try to be a guard dog but I bark loudest. Mom does let Charlotte break the rules and sleep with her on the bed but I prefer sleeping on my dog bed on the floor. Sometimes I'll put my big paws on the bed to let Mom know I'm excited she's getting up.

I admit, sometimes it's good to have a sister. She likes walks so I learned walking can be fun. When she goes to training I get training at home too and that means I earn hotdog pieces. We like to play tug sometimes or cuddle up for a nap together. If we take toys out in the yard she steals mine. I try to catch her but she's fast and I just can't keep up.

I still love my Duck and now I have my Moosie-Moose too. But Mom keeps them in the closet because Char loves to chew up toys and now I do too. Mom says Duck and Moose are safe in the closet.

Thank you to RAGOM and my foster family for giving me the golden life. I was scared in the beginning because I didn't know anything but my kennel but now I have a family of my own! There isn't anything better than that.

Amos

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Golden Retriever I envisioned myself adopting was age 3-5, a good walking/running companion, and a dog who would bark at noises and strangers to help me feel safe in my new home.  Then I met Amos and decided those qualities weren't necessary because he was the sweetest dog I ever met.  The vet estimated he was around 7.  He had been a breeder's stud dog and so he spent his life in a kennel and dog run and had no idea how to walk on a leash.  He was frightened of nearly every noise, he was extremely overweight and just out of heartworm treatment.  His foster family never heard him bark in the 3 months they cared for him.

I got Amos on May 30, 2008, and was officially allowed to adopt him in September when he was declared heartworm-negative (yeah!) and neutered.  He has blossomed into the dog I dreamed of.  A good friend volunteered to call the breeder who surrendered Amos and learned that he is actually 5 (his birthday is the day before mine) but probably due to his health issues he seemed older to the vet.  Amos has slimmed down to 92 pounds from his original 122; he was at 88 pounds right before Thanksgiving but appears to have put on a little holiday weight.  We're working to get him a little lower.  In October he started barking at noises that used to cause him to run and hide.  Now he barks when people come to the door or make noise outside, like any other dog.  He has also become a good walker.  A neighbor used to call out to me, "Who's walking who here?" as I struggled against Amos' weight and stubbornness while he dragged me down the street.  A couple months ago that same neighbor said, "He sure has turned into a fine walking partner."  Comments like these mean the world to me.

Amos remains the sweetest dog I ever met, and February 22 was the one-year anniversary of his surrender.  He loves to play fetch and play with his Duck.  My dear kitty Cricket died in October so now Amos has two new kitty siblings: Sumo & Bonnie.  Amos is content to just seek them out for a good butt sniff every now and then.  Every morning Amos wakes me with a smile and tail wag.  He loves to be hugged and kissed and is thrilled to go to work with me when I can take him.

I want to thank everyone who made it possible for Amos to be a part of my life - from the first volunteer who evaluated him and noted that she saw "potential in Amos in some day becoming a great Golden companion," (you were right!) to the volunteers who transported him, to Regina who did my home visit and has answered every question and more, and to Ann and her family who fostered Amos and love him still.  The highest compliment Amos and I have been paid is Ann's face when we ran into her on the street last week - her jaw dropped when she saw him walking down the streets of downtown Des Moines with me.  She couldn't believe how slim he was and how calm he acted with traffic going by.

Rachel R

Friday, September 5, 2008

Well, I am writing my last entry and I am crying. Amos is the most blessed boy in the world. He is now Amos R. after the completion of his adoption ceremony! Amos bought Mom flowers and accepted her love with glee! I wish you all could have seen the before, during and after Amos. It is so amazing! Live your life to the fullest Amzie. You deserve it. Sleep and play with "DUCK" to your heart's content! Continue to lick Cricket on the head to show that you're happy! Race Rachael around the backyard. You're a dog now. Never again will you have to live in deplorable conditions with food shoveled at you, water sprayed at you, concrete as your bed! Rachael will never allow that. Amos, you have made me a better person just knowing you. You taught me love and patience! Thank you Amzie!

Thank you also to Kirsten, Chuck and fellow RAGOM dog Tyler for your sponsorship!!  You've helped Amos on to his Golden life!

 

 
 

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Amos is done with his heartworm treatment! Yeah! He continues to make progress. He is still a backyard breeder pooch, but he deserves so much love to make up for those lonely years without human contact.

Amzie can be neutered in 4 months after an "all clear" from his heartworms. Nasty little creatures!

He has lost another 5 pounds for a total loss of 13 pounds. He has about 20 more to go. He feels so much better though and he moves around. He is still showing those characteristics of a dog who has not been out of a cage much, running in big circles in the back yard and burying his head when he is scared. Amzie likes to sleep with his head under the bed. During the day we force him to come out of our bedroom to socialize more.

He went to the lake with us last weekend and he needed coaxing to get out of the car. Once out though he stayed right by us. I have included a picture of his ride with Logan.

This is what we know about Amos:

1. He is the sweetest dog that we have fostered.
2. He loves other dogs and needs to be adopted to with a family who has another dog.
3. He doesn't like loud noises but is slowly getting used to them.
4. He needs a fenced yard because I don't know if he will ever be crazy about walks and a leash.
5. Amos loves "babies" (stuffed toys), bones and Kongs. He loves belly rubs and a soft voice in his ear. He wants to be a dog but at the age of 7 years, isn't sure how.
6. He needs a family who wants to snuggle and be an advocate for dogs with rough starts in life. The sad thing is that Amos will always be a backyard breeder dog.
7. Amos is the most beautiful dog inside and out. I cry often when I look in his eyes and can see that he loves me. I love him even more!

If you can understand and can provide for what Amos needs, please email placementatragom [dot] org to chat more about him.

 

Sunday, April 27, 2008

There is not much change with Amos this week. He is feeling better after his second HW treatment and he has one more to go. He continues to be so sweet and is learning to be a Golden! I have included new pictures of our blooming boy!

 

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Amos was to the vet and he had his last HW treatment(we hope)! Amos goes back in one month to have his blood tested to determine if he is HW free. Then he can be neutered and have dental work done. He is 114 pounds! He has lost almost 9 pounds and you can sure tell by the way he is acting. He is now playing ball more in the family room. He is also going upstairs on his own. Yesterday I came home from work and he wasn't in his corner. I was starting to panic and then I found him in our bedroom laying by our bed! He want up there on his own. This is huge for him. He also did not have any accidents or destructive behaviors. He is such a good boy.  Our next step is getting him to act like a dog when on a leash. We are going to try an Easy Harness on him. It is used to keep him from pulling like a Gentle Leader however it doesn't go over his muzzle. I think it may be more comfortable for a scared dog. I will keep you posted on
his progress.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Well we have an nickname for our big boy....Amzie! He made his first big trip and I was nervous but he is a great traveler. He want to Watertown, Wi for the Easter Holiday. 6 hours away. He went into Grandma and Grandpa's house and found the perfect corner. This time though he came out to see us. He even was able to handle my loud nephew!

Amos is starting to play ball with Logan in the family room. He is a lot faster than we thought. Logan knows right now that Amos is king and he is babied. Logan usually gives the ball up to Amzie. Amos also was coaxed up the stairs to our bedroom and stayed up there for a while. He is beginning to be more daring.

Our family thought his back looked like a pig because it is shaved from the heartworm treatment, which went well. He is a trooper and so sweet. We also found worms today so he now is taking 3 medicines. We can put them in his mouth without any problems. I will continue to send updates through Amos' medical regimen. We are seeing great progress in the short time he has been with us.