The Many Misadventures of A Dog Named Biscuit

 Once upon a time, two cocker spaniels were found wandering around California. Some very kind people picked them up and fed them. They named them Starsky and Hutch. While this decision was unfortunate, it would be corrected when a family would come to pick them up.

After much deliberation, their new names were much more reflective of their sparkly personalities: Biscuit and Gravy. Biscuit, Gravy, and the family had a blissful few months. These two friends were quite the pair! Incredibly smart, always up to trouble. Being older, they didn't chew things and were house trained. Being spaniels, their smarts would bring upon the first  tragedy. One cleverly dug hole under a fence and Biscuit and Gravy were loose. Sadly, Gravy was hit by a car. Biscuit made his way home and was quite sad for a spell. He was happy to be comforted by the family. 

Years went by and Biscuit settled even more in his old age. Rarely barking, Biscuit was known to try to speak like his humans. His little warbly ruff was a source of amusement, often rewarded with the treat he had his eye set on. 

It was not long before it was time for the family to move on. While the family was getting the new home ready for Biscuit, Biscuit was bringing some much needed love to the neighbors. In a turn of events, it was decided it would be best for Biscuit to remain where he was. While the family was indeed very sad and slightly dismayed, they truly believed this was what was best. Biscuit was loved by a very large family for a little over two years before a second tragedy befell him. One of the neighbors tasked with his care became unwell and was unable to care for him. Biscuit, knowing it was time for him to seek out help began to run away. With each jaunt from the neighbors, a stranger would find him, and call his family. The neighbors had not changed his tags. This was to be a gift as the family who was so sad to leave him, was making every effort to retrieve him now that his journey with the neighbors had come to an end.

Through the kindness of many strangers, Biscuit rode hundreds of miles to reunite with his family. To his surprise, the family had rescued another dog! Shorty was older, but spunky and Shorty and Biscuit became best buddies.  The family remembered how much Biscuit loved Gravy, and fully understood that Biscuit was at his best when with a friend. Over the next couple of years, Biscuit and Shorty grew older and closer. As they grew older, they grew slower. In his 15th year, Shorty crossed over the rainbow bridge. And while everyone was sad, Shorty was no longer in pain. Biscuit had friends in the neighborhood he could sniff at, but it wasn't quite the same. 

                                                

Several months later, the third and final tragedy would befall our our sweet old friend. And I promise, it's the last of the sadness before the light. The family needed to move once more. This time, they would try to bring Biscuit no matter what. The family contacted a local shelter in their new home so they could begin the process of getting Biscuit a new friend. They made arrangements to fly Biscuit instead of drive as that was the best advice from Biscuit's doctors. 

                                                

While the family was getting everything ready, Biscuit was being pampered by loving friends who also had rescues and he was on his best behavior with his friends. When it was time to fly, the flight was canceled. The family tried two more times. And each time, the flights were canceled. Not enough staff. Temperature was too hot. Biscuit's doctor and the family's trusted advisors (old dog haven rescue) encouraged the family to think about what was best for Biscuit and try to re-home him. 

                                                        

This time around was different. The first time this happened, the family was unprepared and the neighbors were unprepared. This time, everyone was older and wiser and followed all proper protocols to re-home Biscuit in the best way possible. Biscuit will move no more as he is living his best senior dog life (15 we think!) with some of the nicest, most caring people who also have a rescue dog! Biscuit once again has a friend and a home. Biscuit's furever family sends updates and pictures and the family sends love and gratitude across the many miles to both Biscuit and his furever family and friends. 

While Biscuit was settling into his last home, the family was still missing him. They knew they needed to re-think bringing another senior dog home. While it was a wonderful experience, every time the family adopted senior dogs, they had to say goodbye not too long after. After much debate, the family decided to try something new for the first time: a puppy.