Dumped in the park...
The new year had started on a very sad note; another very sad phone call concerning a tiny dog apparently dumped in a big city park. “She really looks sad, lonely, and frightened. Have you got time to come out here?” How could I refuse. “I’ll be right there.”
Does have an happy ending :)
That's a great story!
I've got one of my own, actually several, but I'll start with this one.
Mrs E had noticed this particular pack of dogs in our very rural neighborhood several days beforehand. She didn't say anything about it only because it didn't come up in conversation.
But on one hot, July Sunday in 2009, I was doing some yardwork when I looked up to see this pack of dogs -- six of them -- surrounding me in a circle, looking at me expectantly.
I was a little startled, of course, and a little wary as well. I mean, to look up and see yourself encircled by animals at all is just a little different. But one thing was clear at the outset -- the dogs exhibited no sign of aggression or fear. They simply stood there looking at me.
My first thought was the heat. These dogs need water. So I called to Mrs E and she came out and looked just about as startled as I was. She and I quickly set to work putting out bowls of water in our garage, and the dogs drank thirstily. By this time, we could see that these dogs had been on their own for awhile. They were skinny and gaunt. No collars on any of them.
But the leader of this particular pack was a female, in fact the dam of many of the rest of them, if not all of them. We quickly dubbed her "Duchess" and it was incredible to see her interact with her charges. She instantly saw everything and dealt with everything in a calm, efficient manner. She took care when she needed to and let things go when that was necessary too.
Her puppies were about 6 months old, maybe a bit more. This was a mixed breed all the way up and down the line. Duchess was a pit bull mix and the rest of her pups looked like there were multiple fathers while she was in heat. Nevertheless, they were her pups and she was in charge.
So watching all of this, we did the next right things by putting out dog food. Lots and lots and lots of dog food. They were ravenous and they ate until they couldn't move. And while they didn't move all that much, their bowels did. A lot.
But this provided an opportunity for a closer look. Mrs. E sat on a step and took the dogs, one by one, and exorcised them of ticks. They were full of them, too. Next came baths. While their fur wasn't all that thick, that wasn't too much of a problem, but they needed baths.
Two of the pups needed medical care, so we packed them up and took them to the vet. Vaccinated and all the necessary care was taken with those two while the others quickly shook off their time spent on the street. We kept them in our kennel while we did a search for homes.
We were able to find homes for two of the six dogs, but were forced to take Duchess and two of her pups to the Humane Society. It didn't look good for Duchess because of her obvious pit bull mix, but we later learned that a family adopted her. We never found out about the pups, but there was a better than even chance they could've been adopted.
One of the pups quickly took an interest in our own dog, a golden retriever female, who was about 15 months old at the time. The pup, again only about 7 months old, actually picked up the golden's leash in her mouth at one point and "walked" the golden around the yard. Amazing sight to see a puppy escort an older dog around like that. Those two quickly became fast friends and it became evident that we would be keeping this dog. We eventually named her Lexie and she is now the canine pack leader when we're not around. She's scary smart, understands everything you tell her, and keeps the other dogs in line. (We adopted an Australian shepherd last December to make a pack of three.)
It's difficult to imagine what it would be like without Lexie. She is a joy and a comfort, always well-mannered and even gracious, if such a thing is possible.
I believe that Lexie believes that we saved her. And she's grateful for the opportunity that she was given.
The man who wrote that story rescues dogs and cats, I haven't cried since my mom died but that story had me ballin along with his other stories at the bottom of that link.lol
I hate when people dump dogs :(