Big Man Who Makes Fun Of Small Dogs Is Saved By A Chihuahua & Devotes His Life To Rescuing Them
Bobby Humphreys looked like the last person who would ever bond with a Chihuahua. The Maryland bodybuilder had spent years as a big dog guy, with Rottweilers as his usual companions, and he even used to laugh at people carrying tiny dogs around.
Then his life fell apart. After his wife left and a shoulder injury forced him into surgery, Bobby sank into depression, and a small favor from a friend brought Lady the Chihuahua into his home. What happened next changed the way he saw dogs, and himself.
One tiny dog was about to turn his whole life around.
Bobby suddenly found himself in a deep depression.
“I’m a very sensitive person, and she was my world,” Humphreys explained. “I was lost. I started drinking for a purpose instead of just socially.”
Bobby was desperately trying to get his life back on track while recovering from surgery, but his depression was very difficult to cope with.
Soon after, Bobby's friend, Constance Rogers, contacted him asking for a favor.
“She messaged me one day saying, ‘Do you mind if Lady stays with you for a little while?’”
Bobby wanted nothing to do with Lady the Chihuahua, but he wanted to repay his friend who had helped him during his difficult time. So, although hesitant, Bobby agreed to take care of the tiny dog.
One day, Bobby came home from work and found Lady in his living room, peering out of her kennel at him.
After about 15 minutes, he said, ‘Screw it, I don’t care if this dog bites me or not; she is not going to be sitting in a kennel.’
Connie came over to check on Lady later that night, and she was totally amazed at what she found.
Lady was in Bobby’s lap! Over the next few months, Bobby and Lady became best buddies!
“Lady did not just transform my opinion; she transformed my life,” Humphreys said.
“What didn’t she do? She gave me my self-respect and dignity back. After everything I’ve been through—humiliation, shaming, abandonment, and everything else—she gave me the reassurance that I wasn’t such a bad person after all.”
“This dog hated absolutely everybody. She had been known to bite numerous people. Nobody could get close to this dog. Nobody. Within an hour and a half of being together, she and I had been inseparable ever since. I often look around the house at what we’ve created, especially if there’s a little bit of a mess or I’m stressed, and I turn to Lady and tell her, ‘You know this is all your fault, right?’”
Bobby's depression had gotten so bad that there were days he couldn't get out of bed.
“It was pathetic. The only thing keeping me going was spending time with her. It’s weird; it’s sad, but she healed me,” he said.
“There were times when my friend would come to check on her dog at 11 in the morning only to find both of us still upstairs in bed. She would then become the drill instructor and make me go to work. That’s not the part that fixed me, though; it was all the attention and love from Lady.”
Bobby knew that Lady would eventually have to go home, though, so he began searching for his own Lady.
“I was not terribly particular, but I either wanted one that looked like her, which would be a deer head fine in color, and perhaps not the most perfect specimen, as Lady had some things wrong with her due to eating some chemotherapy medicine and almost passing away.”
That’s when Bobby found Kira, a one-year-old Chihuahua with some food aggression issues.
“She was chocolate and tan, which was close enough, and I saw her living conditions. I saw how easy it is for people to sell dogs on Craigslist and how little they really care about where the dog goes.”
Next came Harley and her sister Quinn. “When I found Harley, she was only six weeks old,” Bobby said.
“Harley reminded me so much of Lady that I had to have her.”
“As they went up to get Quinny from upstairs, the daughter of the breeder let it slip that Harley and Quinn were the results of improper line-breeding or, more directly, inbred. My actual thoughts were that these dogs are so ugly that nobody is going to buy them or they are going to get cast aside, as one of the horror stories you read on Facebook. I had to have them.”
“I had it fresh in my mind, the way my past relationship and family in France and society had treated me and cast me aside. I swore to myself that I would show these dogs something that society refused to show them and refused to show me.”
Soon, people started reaching out to Bobby, asking for help and advice.
“A hoarding case here, a shut-in there. A bait dog. A dog found on the side of the road. A dog with an extension cord tied around his neck. The more this progressed, the more I loathed society.”
“I made a promise to each and every one of them that they would never have to experience abuse, neglect, abandonment, or the pain of loving someone who would not give you love in return, no matter how much you tried.”
It’s a lot like the woman who found the abandoned dog in the cold after a heartbreaking note, then acted fast with help from neighbors.
Eventually, Bobby decided to start a sanctuary.
Bobby has a simple philosophy. He takes the dogs nobody else wants, shows them how special they are, and lets them live whatever life they choose.
“I call this place the island of misfit toys, based on the old 60s Rudolph Christmas claymation cartoon. Starting with myself, we are all the rejects. The ones nobody wants. The ones that don’t look perfect. The ones that don’t fit. So, if you hear us refer to this place as the island, now you know why.”
“Once I’ve earned the dogs' respect and bonded with the dog, I am obligated to them to make sure the only way they leave me is if they find somebody they like even more.”
“The rest will happily stay here regardless of their conditions, differences, or oddities. They will be celebrated for how beautiful and unique they are, and once again, never have to worry about anything again.”
People have been truly touched by Bobby's kindness.
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