Today, surrounded by an extensive gallery of fine art and gemstone figurines, sporting a vintage hippie dog collar, and with a penchant for collecting belt buckles manufactured by The Great American Belt Buckle Co. of Chicago and primitive ducks decoys, canine co-founder Dogbotz has been on a fascinating journey.
Dogbotz has always been a “wild child,” particularly as a pup, running around the fields and farmyards in southwestern Illinois, where he had been born and then abandoned, probably the overly mischievous one his mother couldn’t control, so she unceremoniously kicked him out of the pack and onto a journey of free-for-all feral living. He lived by his own wits, frolicking hither and yon and wherever desire or an unknown scent took him, basking in the sunlight and dreaming in the moonlight, hunting squirrels and chipmunks and rabbits as well as the occasional inattentive duck, and eluding men and their farming vehicles. It was all so very exciting, so very “living by the fur of one’s tail” . . . and also quite short-lived.
Portrait of Dogbotz
One day a few months after his departure from home, in the midst of a summer drought, a local farmer caught Dogbotz red-handed — well, actually red-pawed — in the chicken coop with his fangs clutching the neck of a very fat hen. Hunger and what seemed like an easy opportunity for its abatement had done him in. After several noisy minutes of clucking, growling, swearing, and a rifle being fired, he was apprehended, immediately deemed guilty, and then transported to a facility in the windy city of Chicago, where his demise by lethal injection, sadly and euphemistically known as “being put to sleep,” seemed the only logical conclusion.
Yet, such was not to be, for the three canine Fates of Doggerel, Dogma, and Doghouse had woven a lengthy rawhide braid for him to enjoy throughout his lifetime, and only a few mere inches had, at that moment, been chewed.
While slouched in exercise yard of the prison, contemplating the abysmal destiny awaiting him, Dogbotz suddenly saw bright flashes of light. Looking up, he noted a charming young woman taking his picture; several of them, in fact. She came up and brushed his black fur, making his coat look luxurious, and then placed a colorful bandanna around his neck. She had him pose regally for the camera, taking many more photos after that, and before departing, she kissed him on the head, claiming, “Oh you’re a handsome one, a bit roguish but handsome nonetheless. You’ll make some family happy.”
The Face of Mischievousness
Thus, the photos she had taken of Dogbotz appeared not on the State of Illinois’ Most Wanted Canine Criminal List but on the Happy Tails Looking for a Home online service, where his profile was reviewed several time by a loving couple who adored his playfully mischievous mug and knew he would make the right companion for them.
From there — well, you can read all about it in the About Us section of Dogbotz Boneyard. Let’s just say Dogbotz went from “rags to riches,” sniffing out the collectible and vintage items he now enjoys burying in the “boneyard” of his home. So squirrels, rabbits and chipmunks: watch out and stay on your own turf!
All the best,
Dogbotz Boneyard, LLC