The Story of Everet – Part I

July 8, 2009 at 4:09 pm Leave a comment

2It began with an advertisement on the Telus employee site, looking for a nice home for a beautiful dog. The advertisement continued to read “he was found on the side of a road and may have been hit by a vehicle. If a home isn’t found, the SPCA will have to put him down”.

Devastated, I received an urgent phone call at work and an e-mail with a picture of this very big but beautiful dog. “Francesca, we have to go see him…” the phone call was a typical back and forth about how much responsibility it is to own a dog, costs associated with owning a dog, and owning a vehicle big enough for a Great Pyrenees. At the time, we were proudly equipped with a 1999 Ford Festiva.

Reluctantly I agreed because I always dreamed of owning my own white, fluffy (polar bear) dog and just seeing couldn’t hurt–especially when we were definitely going to sleep on it before making any crazy decisions.

We arrived at the home of the family—100 km away–who found Everet. They had picked him up from the SPCA because they were afraid that he was going to be put down. I remember the first time I laid eyes on him; he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He welcomed us by wagging his bushy tail and body, sniffing, and trying to get petted. Although he was in very bad shape (not taken care of, previously abused, underweight for his type of dog) he still welcomed us with a big, happy smile.

3I fell in love, despite being a bit scared because he was a very big dog and they said that he was still a puppy! One look at him and you knew he was smart—particularly if he wanted something.

During our visit, he ran around, played with us, and he was already acting like our dog. About half an hour later, we were trying to squeeze “Gary” into our Festiva, with the promise that we’re only going to try him out for the night. It was a tight squeeze because we had to fit Everet and our daughter, Tracy, in the back seat. He took up 97% of the back seat and he thought that he was a lap dog. It was quite a journey.

As we drove slowly down Macleod Trail, everyone slowed down to take a look…. Some were laughing, some were just nodding and moving along, while others looked, pointed and laughed. Our dog was almost bigger than our car!

We finally arrived home and Tracy agreed to stay with him while we went to the pet store for food, toys, treats, and a large-breed kennel. It was like having a new baby; we were excited to give him everything for the first time.

We returned home and Tracy reported that he had slept the entire time we were gone. By nighttime, he was getting antsy because there were some very loud people getting too close to the house. His “great”ness immediately took charge. While Jesse was laying on the floor with him, he stood up in what we later nicknamed his ‘cute pose’–ears up like a soldier, pinned Jesse to the floor with one paw to ensure that he was safe, and started growling and barking in defense of his new home.

1We didn’t have to think about what we were going to do next…We called the people who found him and reported that we wanted to try him out for the entire week. Deep down, we already knew that we were keeping him, but we were trying to pretend that we were making this decision responsibly.

The SPCA and people who found Everet, had assured us that he was kennel trained and that there would be no issues if we had to keep him in a kennel (while we were at work) until he was used to the house.

The next day we put him into the kennel with food, water, toys, and everything he needed. We had bought the best large-breed indoor kennel the pet store had. They assured us that this kennel was designed for dogs like Everet.

We arrived home that afternoon to find our dog waiting for us at the front door. This time, his entire body wagging and smiling!

I don’t remember the order of my thoughts, but I quickly moved my eyes across the living room to see if the house was destroyed. Jesse and I thought perhaps someone came into the house and let him out…but whom?

We quickly ran downstairs to discover that Everet had chewed himself out of the kennel. Yes, he actually chewed about five of the bars off, making a hole big enough to squeeze himself through. His mouth was bleeding a bit and he still had a piece of the metal in his mouth. This was the first time we discovered what a tough dog he was.

We gathered the pieces up, packed the kennel into the car and took it back to the store; they gave us our money back without an explanation.

We were confident that Everet was a great dog and decided to pick a fitting name—“Everet” (after Mount Everest) was an obvious choice.

4Our landlord, however, was not convinced a big dog was a “great” idea. We invited him to come over and take a look at the dog before turning us down. He took one look at Everet and said “no, he has to go”. We begged and pleaded, so he said that we will have to pay extra rent–$100/month– if we wanted to keep him. No deal.

And that was where the Part II of our adventure began…finding a home that would fit Everet.

-Francesca Murray

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