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McLintock
Legacy Name: McLintock

The Reborn Telenine
Owner: Nadalee

Age: 7 years, 6 months, 5 days

Born: October 19th, 2016

Adopted: 7 years, 6 months, 5 days ago

Adopted: October 19th, 2016

Statistics

• Level: 8
   
• Strength: 22
   
• Defense: 20
   
• Speed: 18
   
• Health: 20
   
• HP: 17/20
   
• Intelligence: 33
   
• Books Read: 32
• Food Eaten: 3
• Job: Attendant

A friend's dog was missing. While others were out searching through neighborhoods, parks and the like, I was scouring the web for postings of a found dog. Days went by ... I religiously checked certain sites where updates and postings were frequent. My heart sank seeing all the missing pups that were posted and the fur babies that were being found but not claimed. Then, a sigh of relief. Her pup was found and they were finally reunited! :) But a routine had been established. I was still finding myself checking the sites. I told myself I didn't need to anymore... but God, an instinct, what have you... drove me to keep looking. Then, I saw him... like lightning in my soul... sparks... truly a "love at first sight" kind of moment. MY dog.

Those ears! I wanted him. I checked the information on him. He had been found and turned into the local pound. He was set to be euthanized in 5 days. Not on my watch! I was already in bed winding down for the night, but I got dressed, told my sister about him and informed her that I was going to go get him the next day. I went to the store and got some basic supplies.

I could barely sleep. I was so excited. I debated on a couple of names like Milo and Sam, but ultimately, to me... he looked like a cowboy. So I named him after my favorite "cowboy" John Wayne... specifically his character in McLintock.... I would call him Mac for short.

The next day came and I was at the pound before it opened. I was the 4th person in the doors. I took a number and waited for my turn. People came in and would walk right back in the facility without checking in. Part of me was a little annoyed because they weren't following procedures, but I didn't know the circumstances, so I tried not to worry about it. The first 3 people had dogs to turn over/turn in. Then it was my turn. I waited for a staff member to take me back to meet my Mac. After about 15 mins., a gentleman came and brought me to the meeting pens. My heart sank. A lady, who I had seen waltz through the facility earlier with out checking in, was there in the pen with her son... and MY Mac! The gentleman told me to wait a moment while he checked on what was going on. He waved me over to the pen after a quick conversation with the lady and another staff. Apparently, she was from a rescue and was there to pick Mac up so he wouldn't be on the euthanasia list. She welcomed me in the pen, told me her story and was relieved I was there to adopt Mac. I squatted down, pet Mac and burst into tears as I told her how excited I was to get Mac. We hugged, talked a bit more, then she gathered up her stuff and went on to rescue more pups :). I hung out in the pen with MY Mac.

He was covered in ticks. He was scrawny. He had nails that were way too long. He was covered in scars. He was adorable. He was perfect. He was mine.

McLintock McGruff, AKA "Mac" or "Mackie Mac" the Redbone Coonhound was adopted in real life on Feb. 24th, 2016.

My sister and friends also refer to him as "Macaroni", "Roni" and "Machiavelli".

UPDATE:My Mac passed away 4/24/2022
Over the past few years Mac and I had many adventures. We got lost in the woods together and had to be "rescued" (I even had 2 compasses with me... neither worked properly apparently). We found TheoLeo on one of our outings. We hiked up mountains, through washes and dried river beds. We visited almost every dog park, regular park and trail near us. We met dog park people and made friends.
He was obnoxious sometimes and my sister didn't really like him at all; but I loved him. He was mine. I chose him. I trained him (and he trained me). I bonded with him. I miss him everyday.

My therapy:
I miss him sleeping next to my legs and keeping me warm. I miss the smell of his paws. I miss his bark. I miss him asking for treats. I miss his dangerous tail. I miss his wet nose. I miss him pushing into me when he wanted some love. I miss him nudging me. I miss his red fur. I miss how he was going gray. I miss his scars. I miss his ears. I miss his peach toned freckles on his nose. I miss when his lip would get stuck on his teeth. I miss him jumping up on me when I get home. I miss hearing him bark with excitement through the walls of the house when I got home. I miss hearing him whine when we got in the car because we weren't there yet. I miss him jumping on me to wake me up faster. I miss him laying outside the bathroom door until I came out. I miss his need to be by my side no matter what I was doing when I was home. I miss that, at the dog park, I didn't really exist until I pet another dog or it was time to "go home". I miss that he always found me when we played hide and go seek. I miss that I would whistle a certain way and he knew I was hiding. I miss that he could find every crumb or morsel. I miss that he would sit and wait until I found what he was looking for but couldn't get himself. I miss that he loved exploring nature. I miss that I could never go running with him because.... "squirrel!" I miss that he would get in the tub himself when it was time for a bath. I miss that he would "sing" "The Star-Spangled Banner" with me. I miss when he would lay on his back, almost anywhere and move, wiggle stretch and bark. I miss hearing him breathe and snore while he slept. I miss how he filled my life... that little empty part that I didn't know was empty.

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