Deering - Stanley - High Point, NC
Born March 5, 2006
BG # 81834
Stanley’s rescue story is short. We received a call in October 2011 from a lady in South Carolina who had gotten our number from the Blue Ridge BMDC website. She wanted to know if the club did rescue. She was taking in a five year old Berner whose owner had just died of cancer and whose daughter could not take the dog. Could we take him and find him a furever home? Of course!
It turned out that Stanley had been staying alone for the past month with just a neighbor coming in mornings to feed and leave the door open so he could go in and out as he wanted. He was about fifteen pounds overweight and had no energy. We told her we would come and get him.
We met the lady who called and the daughter of the deceased so the daughter could say good bye to Stanley. It was a very touching farewell, and I think the daughter was grateful that Stanley would be going to a good home. On the way back to High Point Stanley became a member of our family.
Other than the name of his breeder, we know very little about Stanley. He was pretty well trained to sit, down, stay, and VERY polite about waiting to be fed. However, he is the worst counter surfer we’ve ever had. He can snag a sandwich faster than the speed of light! And then snag the napkin for dessert when we’re done! In the past year since he joined our family, he has eaten or destroyed three 5# bags of flour, half # butter (box, wrapper and all), numerous loaves of bread, half a quiche, half a pumpkin pie, 2 slices of bacon out of the skillet on the stove,1# granola, 2# oatmeal, about a pound of pecan nutmeats, leftover lasagna at our club gathering, 1# of brown sugar, half bag Ricola cough drops, and probably a lot more that we’re not remembering. We think he sometimes shares these things with Bruno as evidenced by the flour decorating Bruno’s e-collar, nose, whiskers, and paws when we came home. (Check out the photo contest)
He’s a delightful big galoot who has settled into the family routine very easily and quickly. In spite of his size, he loves to run, galloping from sniff to sniff around the yard. He navigates our path through the woods like a slalom skier. He’s our third cross-pawed Berner.
Suzanne and E J Deering
High Point, NC