Easton is a neutered male German Shepherd born February 15, 2015
and last adopted January 30, 2016.
He is 5 years and 4 months old.
“Whoever said diamonds are a girl’s best friend never owned a dog.”
Easton was born on February 15, 2012 in a very small town in Indiana. I would not meet Easton until four months later, when he turned four months old. It was around April of 2012 that my parents told me that they would purchase my dream dog, a German shepherd dog. I was ecstatic. Since I can remember, the German shepherd had been my favorite dog breed, and I had begged for years to be able to call one mine. I began searching for breeders near us. I even contacted a few before I found Easton. But none of them really stood out to me. On June 4, 2012, we received a call from my cousin. She had a reference from a friend for a German shepherd breeder about half an hour away from us. She said the breeder had a brindled puppy for sale. I had never heard of a brindled German shepherd before, and to be honest, didn’t really have an interest in one. But I agreed to go look at this puppy, so we all headed over there. I was nervous on the car ride over. I don’t really know why. Maybe I just knew that I was about to meet my best friend.
When we arrived, I was shocked. We pulled up to a trailer with busted windows and peeling paint. The yard had not been mowed in ages, and there were old fences surrounding the entire property. And inside those fences roamed dozens of German shepherds of every shape, size, and color. These dogs were truly beautiful, but they showed no characteristics of what you would think of when you heard the word German shepherd. They were not loyal to their owner. They feared him. They were not protective of their family. They were extremely skittish and unsocialized. There were kiddie pools filled with stagnant water that they drank from. You could see some of their rib cages. That was when I knew that I had walked into a puppy mill. I should have left then. I should have turned around and never looked back. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. The man came outside to talk to my mom, and then he went back in the basement and returned with the weirdest looking German shepherd I had ever seen. The puppy was around four months old. He was tall, lanky, and had huge feet and ears. His fur was unique. He had a black saddle and a black snout. The rest of his fur was a combination of silver grey, and white, all blended together. From a distance, he just looked like a skinny puppy. Up close, he was covered in dirt and was clearly malnourished. His rib cage was visible and his hip bones jutted out. The dog wouldn’t walk by the breeder. He wouldn’t walk by anyone. It was as if he had never seen a human before in his life. I knew I shouldn’t have adopted that puppy. My mind told me it was wrong, and it would only support that puppy mill. But when my mom asked me if he was the one, the word that came out of my mouth was yes. My mom paid the man and we left. I don’t think we could have went any faster. I already knew his name. I had it picked out before I even met him, it just took me holding him to finally realize that that name was meant for him. So when they asked me what his name was going to be, I said Easton.
When we finally returned home, I first put him on the outside lead to see if he would go to the bathroom. He tried to run away at that point. He didn’t want anything to do with me or anyone else. So for awhile, I let him be. I let him explore his little outside world for awhile, and then I set out on my next mission: giving him a bath. Easton was covered in dirt when I brought him home, so when I brought him in the house, I gave him his first bath. For the first few minutes he was in the tub, the water was completely brown as all of the dirt ran off of him. When he was finally clean, I took him out and dried him off, and he stayed back in the bathroom for awhile. He didn’t quite trust me enough to come out of there and into the rest of the house. His first day home was a busy one. We had to go to the pet store to pick up puppy supplies, and we stopped at my aunt’s house to pick up her old dog crate for her Yellow Labrador Buddy that she used to own. He slept well that first night. I think his busy day kinda exhausted him, and he didn’t wake up at all throughout the night, but he did have me up early the next morning.
For the first few days, Easton wouldn’t let me touch him. After about a week, he grew more curious of me and would follow me around the house, but he still was not ready for actual contact. I could pet him, but he would not willingly walk up to me. After the couple of weeks, he would willingly walk up to me and let me pet him. That was probably my greatest accomplishment at that point in my life. To watch the progress of him learn to trust me was one of the most special experiences I’ve ever had. Easton started to gain weight, and his personality began to come out as he grew used to his new home. Today, he is my best friend and is attached to my hip. From then and now, you wouldn’t believe it was the same dog. On that first day, he wouldn’t have anything to do with me. Now I can’t even leave the room without him following me to make sure he knows where I am at all times in the house. He still has trust issues, especially with men, and he is very skittish around strangers, but that is something we work on still, and everyday he gets a little better. He’s come along way since he was four months old, and I’m so proud of all of the progress he’s made. It’s been a pleasure to see him grow up into the handsome dog he is today. And while I do not fully believe that he is a purebred German shepherd (I often refer to him as a Dutch/German shepherd), I don’t care anymore. I am not proud of choosing the puppy from the puppy mill, but I will never regret it because I would have never met my best friend without that place. And as for the puppy mill, it has since been shut down as the “owner” surrendered his dogs due to a sickness that was slowly killing him. All of the dogs living on the property were rescued, and some of them were able to be given their own happy every afters in new homes.
The First Day Home
Original Birthdate: October 22, 2015. Age accelerated: February 15, 2016.
January 30, 2016 was probably the best day of my life on this website.
I definitely have many members to thank for their love, support, and additions to my offer on my journey to bring this boy home. After a long 241 days of searching, my final wish has come true. Easton is home, but he would not be without the help of some amazing members. Thank you to everyone who added to my offer, and especially thank you to Koda, who found my boy and made my dream come true. ♥
Koda, Leviosa, Smidgeyy, Tabby, Sukai, Loofers, RED, Maxiln, dawn, Jace, Rawr, Nico, Sandy, Stream, Warreh, KitKait, Leah, Bewared. Kaneki, Sheriff, Charizard, Accelerator, WOLVES, martimars, Firekracker, DAOKA, Samxhaven, Katarina, PristineLabradors, elaescety, and everyone else who supported me!
With a grand total of 110,201 foodollars, Easton finally came home. ♥
Found at 7:30 am 1/30/2016 by Koda91-
Ya know your really lucky to have such good friends. When i found this boy everyone told me that i should sell to you. not that i wasnt already considering it to begin with. so many members recomended you and added to your offer it was crazy, you should maybe take the time to thank them all for the help. I know your search was long but your pup is finally home i made sure hes one of a kind and im sure will fit your boy perfectly. at the bottom of this profile i have included the link to a picture from when i bought him im not sure if you want it but i always think its kinda cool to have those kinds of things and since hes so speical i thought id just include it incase although hes not born in febuary like you were hoping you coudl always age him on the day you were wanting if it means that much to you i know what its like to really want something to be born on a certain day
Hey Toma, when Koda told me he found this boy I couldn’t think of anyone else more deserving an apparently I wasn’t alone in thinking that. I’m glad everyone came together an got him for you. I would have added a lot more but alas I am currently broke. Haha. But either way we got your Easton home. An I’m so glad. I hope all your dreams in the future come home. I will always consider you a friend an we should really talk more. We’ll be Stiles buddies. :) enjoy this pup an if you ever find yourself feeling down about your home. Just remember we all came together for you an only you an I’d do it all over again. Congrats!!
Hi bubzzz. I knew you could do it. Congratulation and I love you.
Hello Toma, I knew you could get your baby boy and Im so proud all your hard work and dedication pulled off to get him. I want to say you inspire me to go after mine and shoot to the moon. I cant believe you got your baby Im so happy for you and want to say congrats.
I want to give congratulations to you because i know just how dedicated you were to getting your dream. Even with specifics that made your choices narrowed down you still showed courage and determination with getting your boy and you should be applauded for that. I am happy to see that you finally got your dream. You have very generous friends for helping you out along the way. so enjoy your boy~ ;D
Congrats Toma on bringing home your boy!!! So glad we are finally able to make your dream a reality!! You deserve him so much!!
Congrats!! I am so glad, and honored, that I got to help out bringing Easton home!! He is truly seems to be a great match for your boy. Is Hoosiers have to stick together lol. Anyways, good luck and again, Congrats!
Tomahawk, I am beyond thrilled that you finally get your Easton after all this time. I couldn’t imagine a better home for this boy than with you. Congrats!