I’ve always really cared for animals (especially the wounded) ever since I was a little girl. I used to bring home baby birds, bunnies, and once a baby mouse that I found while riding my bike when I was 10 years old. I rode my bike back home with one hand and the mouse in the other. Now there was NO chance this thing was going to live. But I pleaded with my mom to “Do something!!” And my mom was a great sport, she took me to the pet store anyway and tried to find out what to feed 2 day old baby mouse…and that was before smart phones. And I don’t even know how people found anything out before asking Siri was an option. Now we can ask her what 2 day old baby mice eat and other things like, “Is it safe to feed dogs pop rocks?”
Yes, it is safe. My parents dog was begging for more.
Anyway, we have been searching for a dog for awhile. I’ve been looking on Pefinder before having a dog was even an option, since we lived in an apartment. Once we knew we were moving, I bought a pink dog bed. Because I was planning on getting a female that could fit in that bed.
I searched through hundreds of dogs and I would always show Dan the ones I wanted.
“Where’s it’s other leg?”
“But she’s missing an eye.”
“It can’t even walk, Grace.”
These were a lot of what the feedback consisted of. Every time I wanted to show him a dog, he started the interview, “How many legs? How many eyes?” It’s not that he was against getting a dog that was less than perfect. He didn’t know why I actually wanted them so bad. It was because they were less adoptable. Most people want a cute little puppy, I wanted the one that had been in the shelter the longest or the one no one wanted.
I started following the local rescue shelter groups on facebook and on Sunday night a picture popped up of this scared little puppy, a malnourished lab mix, with a bad case of mange because she had been so neglected. I showed Dan and of course he wanted to know what the catch was. He wasn’t prepared to deal with mange, but he said she was cute and he agreed to go look at her. We went on Monday afternoon.
The guy that met us outside the shelter said, “You guys are the ones that want the dog with all the mange, right? She’s in the first kennel.” I looked at her and really fell in love. The dog was shaking, scared, pathetic, and in need of so much TLC. And then I realized SHE was actually a HE. I had never planned on getting a male dog(although I have one friend that insists males are way better than females). So the guy literally drags the dog across the slippery floor because he wouldn’t walk and then he stood still like a statue for about 10 minutes. It was seriously impressive. We both knew we didn’t want to leave him there, so we took him home.
He is so, so sweet. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body, or an ounce of aggression. He just wants to sleep in his pink bed, and be pet. He’s made a lot of progress in even 24 hours from trying to hide under our jeep and in the bushes to exploring the yard more and giving us tails wags for treats. He’s had a hard life, that’s for sure. All we really know is that he was a stray, and had to be chased down to rescue because he was so scared of humans. Which is why we renamed him Chase. He was probably someone’s pet at one point. They may have dumped him on the side of the road when he started getting mange cause they didn’t wanna care for him. He probably wasn’t a stray from a puppy, because 2 years would be a long time to survive on his own and with all the coyotes around here.
So, here is our new little guy, Chase. We told him when we put him in our car that it was the best day of his life. I think he understood 🙂 Also, the type of mange he has is not contagious and he’s on antibiotics and shots every 5 days. I think he’s cute like he is, so he’s going to be really cute when he actually has fur.
I also would like to petition to have all shelters blast Sara Bareilles “I choose you,” with a spotlight on the dog, every time a dog is adopted. Who is with me?