Ben When He First Came To The Kennel
Special Thanks to the
people that care and made this rescue possible. Mr. Ralph Uribe and
Beverly Berger from Rottweiler Rescue.
Our Boxer Benefactor - Ursula Sauthier
Boxer Rescued on Mothers
Monday, May 8, 2000
The following message was sent to BRLA: Mrs. Uribe reports that
her husband has been feeding a stray Boxer near his work-place...
The dog appears to be injured (leg or legs). They want to know what
to do next, they have dogs at home. Please call ASAP. Ursula replies:
"I called Mrs. Uribe, still no answer yet as to the whereabouts
of the stray. My heart is aching for this dog."
Thursday, May 11, 2000
A second message was received at BRLA: I just talked to Mrs. Uribe,
the dog is still there. He's in the City of Lynwood, at the main
parking lot of Michael's furniture warehouse. Mr. Uribe continues
to feed the dog and leaves water for him. Dog is very thin!
Ursula replies: "We
need to rescue Boxer ASAP. Alan, I just talked to Joe, he will contact
Mr. Uribe and drive by tonight, let's hope we can help this little
skinny lost soul."
My wife and I are animal
lovers and volunteers at Boxer Rescue L A. At about 5:00 PM., I
received a telephone call from Ursula to inform me of an apparently
injured stray Boxer that needed to be rescued and asked me for help.
The situation seemed to be urgent and was immediately considered
top priority. I closed my office and headed home to call Mr. Uribe.
During our conversation, Mr. Uribe advised me that the factory was
closing for the day. He recommended trying early the next morning
since the dog would often come to the gate looking for food.
The next day I got
up at 5:00 am, and took off to the City of Lynwood looking for the
injured dog. I got to Michael's warehouse and drove around the building
a couple of times, but there was no sign of him. After waiting for
about half an hour, I tried to contact Ralph Uribe but had no luck.
It was getting late for work so I decided to drive around the neighborhood
before I headed back home hoping I could find our homeless friend.
Luckily, after a few minutes, I thought I spotted a dog lying on
the middle of the road just a couple of blocks away from Michael's
warehouse. From the distance, his coat seemed to be too dark for
a Boxer but I prepared my leash and dog treats anyway. As I got
closer to him, I realized the dog was not a Boxer. It was a Rottweiler!
I got out of the car and tried to call him, he gave me a dirty look,
got up, and walked away. He was thin and his back leg was injured!
Just as described in the message. I was confused and didn't know
what to do, so I headed back home and then to work, I needed to
speak to Ralph and get more information about the stray.
I contacted Ralph and
explained my findings to him. He seemed surprised, confused, and
now not so sure that the dog in question was in fact a Boxer. "I
think it is a boxer he said, I used to own one long time ago, but
let me check again and I will call you back". Around 4:00 PM,
I spoke to him again, this time he sounded convinced. "I think
you are right, I believe the dog is a Rottweiler after al!"
My wife searched the
web immediately and found two contacts to Rottweiler Rescue, she
called right away and left messages for both of them regarding our
homeless friend. Before the day was over, we received a call from
Beverly Berger from Rottweiler Rescue, and I explained the situation
to her. I offered her my assistance to capture the Rotty if she
was willing to take him. It was Friday night, and although she had
promised to spend the weekend with her Mom for Mother's day, she
made the commitment to meet Sunday morning at 8:00 am to rescue
Sunday 8:00 AM. I met
Beverly just around the corner of Michael's warehouse. I saw a pleasant
looking lady getting out of a mini pickup truck, her long white
hair held back in a ponytail, waiving enthusiastically at
me. We talked for a few minutes and developed a plan to search the
area, hoping to find our four-legged friend. We took off in different
directions, combed the Barrio streets one by one for several minutes
without luck and met again. We shared our thoughts I told her I
would search the streets once more but advised her that if unsuccessful,
I would have to go back home and continue my quest the following
day. We agreed to keep each other informed of any news. I drove
around the Barrio once again without any luck, I felt discouraged
and decided to call it off for the day and return home, but not
before stopping at the parking lot of Michael's warehouse for the
last time. To my surprise, I found an excited Beverly right outside
Michael's furniture waving at me screaming "It's there, It's
right there in the middle of those bushes! I tried to approach him
but he got scared and ran away". I could almost picture the
big Rottweiler scared and irritated, getting ready to attack or
take off. As I was getting out of the car, she smiled at me and
said "I've got news for you, it is not a Rottweiler, it's a
My heart pounded and
I felt butterflies tickling my stomach. In a way, I was happy that
we found him but still I felt a twinge of sadness. After all, another
Boxer thoughtlessly had been abandoned. One thing I knew for sure,
I was not going to rest until I brought this guy to Boxer Rescue
LA! Beverly had previously attempted to get closer and bribe him
with food; he was probably starving to death but so frightened that
he ran away. I knew I had to be careful, I didn't want to take the
chance to lose him. I carefully looked around the area and through
the bushes, right in the middle of a dirty, bushy area, saw an old
beat up sofa, probably used for my homeless friend as a bed and
shelter. At last, a few yards away I spotted a sad looking, scared
and, at one time, beautiful Boxer. He was very skinny, his injured
back leg was limping and hanging in the air. His Flashy-Fawn coat
was so filthy and infected with mange that he could have easily
passed for a Brindle. His Boxer face with droopy eyes, wrinkled
forehead and hanging jowls, seemed so worried! I could almost feel
his desire to come and greet me, as only Boxers do, (wiggling his
butt, doing the Mariachi Dance, jumping on my lap and licking my
face). I could also sense his fear that perhaps I was another careless,
ignorant or mean and abusive human being, intruding upon his temporary
Trying to gain his
trust, I kneeled close to the ground getting down to his level.
I offered the food, inviting him to come towards me, but he would
not budge. He stood still staring at me for a few minutes. Suddenly,
he walked away, he decided to move to an area near the street, perhaps
an open area that he could consider as neutral ground. Keeping his
distance, he sat down! I waited a few minutes and slowly moved towards
the same open area, stopping just a few yards away from him. Kneeling
to the ground again I offered him food once more, this time he seemed
more interested. I knew I was making progress, but did not want
to scare him off and miss the opportunity, so I waited patiently.
We were sitting in the middle of the street waiting, looking at
each other; at last he cautiously made his move and started to approach
me. I offered him the food, grabbed the leash and... GOT HIM! He
inhaled the food and thanked me for it, he was so gentle, I hugged
him and he loved it! I'm sure he knew his homeless days were over.
It was Mother's day,
so I named him Sonny. Since BRLA was on Beverly's way home, she
kindly offered to drop him at Boxerland where he spent a couple
of days until he was taken to Dr. Craig's for an evaluation.
medical skin treatment and a course of anti-biotics... 4 weeks later...
in Ursula's foster care,
with lots of TLC, he was adopted and is moving into first 'Class
Condo Living' and will be parading himself in a convertible! And
found his new name "GENTLE BEN" ....
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