I was born in Pomona, California on June 5, 2005 to street dogs.
I was a very feisty pupster, hence the name Rambo. I like my name because I am one tough dog. I am so tough that I survived living in the woods for nine days! To make a long story short, when I was almost one year old, I went on an airplane with my Mom Dana to visit relatives in New Jersey.
G-Mom told her not to leave me with strangers but what did she do? She left me with a stranger. I got chased by a little girl and ran out the back door of their house! I spent the next nine days and nights wandering around the woods looking for my humans, hunting for food and water and some place warm to sleep. I got chased by strange looking animals and feared for my life. I cried a lot!
Lucky for me, while I was wondering around looking for my humans, they were looking for me. They spent nine days and nine nights in the woods too, just like me. They cried too. Here’s the “lost dog” poster they hung all over the neighborhood:
On June 5, 2006, which happened to be my first birthday, I was found! Well actually, the humans caught me in a raccoon trap which had a Burger King triple whopper inside. I couldn’t resist, of course…..I was starving!
That’s my story. I am now three years old and will live happily ever after with my G-Mom and G-Pop and my sister Midget Molly. I hope never to be lost again.