Bobby- ADOPTED

UPDATE: Bobby was adopted and now living his best life in Utila ❤️

Hi my name is Bobby and I am looking for a forever home to call my own. Let me tell you a little bit about me. When I was 10 months old, I got very sick and didn’t want to eat so my owner reached out to ROAR. The ROAR people were very concerned and I kept hearing them say I hope it’s not Parvo. It turned out to be bad parasites (I don’t know what those are but they made me feel really bad). The doctor said I got the parasites because I didn’t have clean water to drink. The ROAR people got me the help and medicine I needed to get well. I stayed with a foster family for a couple weeks taking medicine and resting until I was strong enough to go back home. I liked it with the foster family because they gave me lots of cuddles and food. At the same time, I missed my home and family and wanted to be there too.

I was raised to be a hunter’s dog and have some machete scars on my face but I am still a handsome Hound Dog! My owner and I hunted Iguana’s and Rabbits (Watusa) and he sold those for food. Sometimes when out hunting we didn’t catch a thing. Those days were really hard because that meant us hunting dogs were not going to get fed.

I was the best rabbit hunter in all of Punta Gorda and maybe the entire Island because I was so fast. One day in June this year while hunting I was chasing a rabbit. That rascally rabbit ran out onto the road, I was concentrating so hard on getting that rabbit I did not see or hear the car that was coming. The car hit me and didn’t even stop. My owner heard my cry and ran back to see me laying in the road. I couldn’t walk because my back right leg got broken. My owner once again reached out to ROAR for help. He took me to the foster family that had cared for me when I was little. The foster lady took me to the doctor for x-rays. The x-rays showed the head of my femur was broken completely off.

A surgery was performed to help fix the leg. We all hoped the surgery would work and my leg would heal correctly and I would be able to hunt once again. I went back home to recover after surgery and even after a few weeks I still couldn’t walk on that leg and was in lots of pain every day and night. It hurt so much I didn’t want to do anything. I quit eating because it hurt so much and because I couldn’t stand up very long. I lost a lot of weight and my owner knew I needed help and reached out to ROAR one more time. It was now October and after going back to the doctor, it was decided the best thing for me would be to have an amputation. The foster lady talked to me and told me what the doctors said and explained what amputation meant. She was sad because she felt like she failed me and held me tight giving me kisses and cuddles. I had been getting around on 3 legs since June so an amputation didn’t seem like a bad thing to me. It sounded great! I was going to get rid of the broken leg that was causing so much pain and was just in the way. The foster family I stayed with when I was sick as a puppy was going keep me to recover after surgery. I was very happy to know that because they give me so much love and attention. There are 5 other dogs there to play with too!