When I went to pick her up we were all saying how beautiful she was. You learn to look past the filth, and the starving bodies. Her frightened light blue eyes looked up at me, and I wondered what her story was. Those eyes were telling me a story of abuse and rejection. I thanked the girls for picking her up for me, we carefully lifted her into the SUV, and I headed to the vet.
"She's just beautiful!" my vet said, as she fed her treats and talked to her in that special puppy voice. "If I didn't have so many females at home I would take her in a minute," she said, as she kept feeding her treats.
We decided she was about five months old... just a baby. She had gone through so much already, but, thank God, she had a good life waiting. She was safe, and she would be loved. "She'll get a great home. Gosh, I wish I had room for her," she said, as she gave her one last treat.
Kelly and I headed for our groomer to bathe her. She was terrified of the water, and we definitely had our hands full. We were trying to spray her, but we both got spayed in the face several times. We laughed and continued with the ordeal. It was obvious that she never had a bath, and finally, we lifted her out of the tub and thanked our sweet groomer for letting us barge in and use her tub and shampoo.
"I'm going to name her Faith," I said to Kelly, as I put her in the back of the Suburban." It was an act of faith to take her. I have to believe that she will get a great home quickly. I don't know how I can take care of another one," I said.
I decided to let her lay in the back of my vehicle instead of putting her in a crate because she was so frightened. We got in the car, and I started to back out, and that old familiar smell began to fill our nostrils. She had pooped all over the back of the Suburban.
"Oh boy! Here we go again, " I said to Kelly as I darted out the door to run in to my groomers for paper towels and a bag.
I got her home and got her settled in. She started to bond to me quickly. I knew that she had never been loved, and she was starving for attention. It didn't take long to realize that she had probably been locked in close quarters for most of her life because she peed and pooped in her crate. Most dogs will not do that.
On Wednesday I packed her up for that adoption. The minute I put her in the crate people gathered around her. Everyone was fascinated with her blue eyes. A very sweet girl offered to foster her at the end of the day if she didn't get adopted. She said she lived in a condo. I felt that may not be good because Faith was not housebroken, and it would be a lot of work. I was hoping that someone with a fence would come by. This girl needs a fenced area because she is not used to a leash, and she will probably not go potty on a leash.
I went to animal control and picked up Mavis who had been returned because of issues with the foster family's dog. I also picked up a very shy Aussie mix that we name Sadie. She is a beautiful girl. The man with the Chocolate Lab showed up, and the brindle puppy came back with his foster mom. The place was really dead because the weather was beautiful. Not too many people would spend a day like this at the mall.
I felt so badly for poor little Mavis. She is such a beautiful hound, and you can see the sadness in her eyes. She was so happy to see me when I showed up at animal control. I just have to get her in a home soon. They just can't stay there for weeks and weeks. It gets to them. A sweet girl from Panera came by and said she would foster for us. Thank God she took Mavis home. I hope this dog can stay in a foster home until we get her adopted. She deserves to be loved. She needs a happy ending.
Toward the end of the day, a lady came by and talked with us about Faith. She had lost her older dog a few moths before, and she said her other dog seemed to be lost with him. I told her Faith's story, and she spent some time sitting in front of her cage. I was very honest about the fact that Faith would go potty in her crate, and she would need a lot of love and training. The lady informed me that they had a fenced yard, and her husband worked from home a lot of the time. That sounded great to me.
" I really want to take her and work with her," she said
"You are such a blessing for this poor little girl," I said, as I handed her our foster form. I know that if you can work with her you will never be sorry. She has a beautiful spirit and so much love to give."
When she walked out the door with Faith I was so happy. We never know how things will work out, so we wait to hear from the foster families. She will be fine once she can trust again. She is very smart, and I know she is eager to please. I can't to see her as an adult. She will be gorgeous!
I had to bring Sadie back to animal control at the end of the day. She needs to be spayed anyway, so I will get her out on Saturday. She was turned in by her owner, and we could pick up on her confusion and sadness. I was hoping that someone would take her, but in spite of all the looks and remarks, I put her in my vehicle and headed back to animal control. We decided not to put her in the crate because she was so scared on the way to the mall that she peed in her crate. I am a slow learner! I was about five minutes from the mall when I smelled trouble! It would have been bad enough to clean up more poop, but this was stress poop! Not a pretty sight, or smell!
I opened the windows and pulled up to animal control and got her out. When she saw the front door of animal control she stopped walking and began to shake. It absolutely killed me! She splayed her legs and looked up at me pleading. Gabe, our officer, came out and took her leash and began to tug her a bit.
"No!" I said, feeling overwhelmed, "Pick her up and carry her, please! She's terrified," I said. If she had already been spayed I would never have left her there after the terror I witnessed, but I knew we had to send her down to be spayed on Thursday, so my hands were tied.
Gabe picked her up and carried her back to the kennel, and I made a mad rush for paper towels. I began to spray the carpet in the Suburban and clean up the mess. It wasn't pleasant, believe me! But, after seeing how she reacted when she saw where she was, I was more concerned for her broken heart than my task of cleaning up after her. There are no words to explain how I feel about this terrible throw away society! I have worked with throw away children for many years, and I could tell you horror stories, but that is another book that needs to be written. It only makes sense that if people can throw their children away, they certainly will have no mercy on a dog or a cat! Don't worry, Sadie, I'm coming back for you!
Hope was somewhat restored today, at least for now, for old Roy. The meds are clearing up an infection, and he has stopped peeing blood! I don't want to get too excited because he is so old, but maybe, just maybe, we can buy him some time. What a precious dog he is! I am so thankful that Debbie has worked so hard trying to save him. It has been a huge commitment and such an act of love.
I am also hoping that we can find Nicky a home. He is being fostered, but he needs a family of his own. I just can't imagine what this poor soul has been through. His family is dead, he was starved in the cold, he is blind, and now he gets shots every day for his diabetes. He has been complaining a bit about that, but there is no choice. When the news story broke there was a lot of compassion and interest in Nicky, but now that all of that has died down we hear little out of the public. I just hope someone decides to make him a part of their family. He gets around fine, in spite of his blindness, he is very loving, and he has a few years left to give a lot of love.
I was thrilled that Harry had put the kennel up at Christy's house yesterday, so we could finally get Anastasia out of animal control! Miracle of miracles! Anastasia went home with Christy about 1 o'clock, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was so aggressive to strangers while at the pound in that cage, but when she got out of that cage she was fine. She's happy now, and we can get her up on the website. Thank God! I'm certain that someone will have mercy on this poor little girl who has lost her leg and her trust.
Max, our precious grand-dog died last night. Kelly called me this morning sobbing. He passed away at home. I was so worried about Kelly going through this terrible time with Max. It was killing her, but she refused to put him down. She wanted him to be in his home when he took his leave. It will be very hard to go to that house and not see Max. He has been a part of our lives for almost sixteen years. Last time I saw him I knew it would be our last time together. I told him to go on to all the friends he had known and loved that had gone before him. He loved all the dogs out here at the dog farm, and he had spent much time in the presence of so many that have passed on before him.
Nothing can separate us from the love of God, and God's love beams through these precious animals. They, like our Heavenly Father, love us unconditionally. Good-bye for now, sweet Max. I'll see you at the gate.
Bow Wow for now.
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