It wasn’t always Dave. I had a temporary name, Da-Haeng, when I was rescued. Before, I was a dog hanging by the noose, waiting to be slaughtered. I was being beaten so that I could be tenderized for dog meat soup during Boknal. I was destined to die and become food.
I escaped somehow but because of the beating, I was covered in blood with an injured eye. I was in a bad shape. I was in pain. A kind human saw me, covered in blood and whimpering from pain, took me to a shelter where I waited to get a treatment. Everyone thought I was going to die. It didn’t seem like there was any hope for my survival. But I defeated death again! I was given a second chance. Because of a group of compassionate humans, I was able to get a treatment for my injury. My eye was removed permanently, and I am close to losing another.
I was moved to Toronto, Canada in early April. I was scared. I was carried in a big box, and had to ‘fly’ to Canada. I have never flown before, but the humans who were transporting me whispered me kind words and told me I was going to a better place where I will find a forever home. Home? I didn’t know what that was.
When I came to Canada, I found other friends like me! They all had names, similar to mine. They seemed pretty happy about having a name. The friends told me I will have to wait for my forever home, and one day a human will tell me how much of a good boy I am. Good boy? I wondered how it would feel if I was ever called a ‘good boy. I thought I was just food. That’s when I met Craig and Kelley.
You see, when Craig and Kelley first saw me, they called out “Dave!” and scratched my ear. It felt good. Like, warm and fuzzy feeling, I felt like I needed to flutter my right leg. Craig and Kelley wasn’t really looking for another dog, because they had Justin, another good boy like me. But, Craig and Kelley tells me that when they read my story of the escape and surviving the injury, they knew I needed a home. I needed a ‘win’. I needed Craig and Kelley.
Now they need me. They tell me if it wasn’t for me, loss of Justin would have been devastating. Justin was battling cancer. He was a really good boy. They tell me it was fate; that I arrived at the exact right time. I sometimes follow Craig to his office and people in the office really likes to pet me. Craig tells me that I am popular at his office. I don’t know what that means. All I know, is that I am very happy even if I am blind. I now know what ‘happy’ feels like. When I am super happy, I take my favourite toy, Sheep, to outside to play. Craig and Kelley says I am silly. I like making them laugh.
Craig and Kelley tells me I am a good boy. My tail wags all the time! I think that means I am happy. I am happy to see Craig come home from work. Even if I am blind, I want to bounce in circles like a rabbit. Now I know what it feels like to be called a “good boy”. It feels happy. I am a happy Dave.
Sometimes I think about the other friends I met when I first came to Toronto, Canada. I hope they find a forever home like me. A chance to show how much of a good dog they can be. I hope someday they will have a forever name.
Written by Jamie Ko