In the beginning….

There I was. A normal day. It was hot and dusty, the green goo in my eyes, driving me insane. My eyes won’t stop watering, and I’m itching like mad. The wind is blowing hard, and they’re saying it’s going to snow. I’ve never really seen snow…Crazy to think of it in Texas. Every day I sit in pain, fighting with these other canines, through inadequate fencing and separating methods. I watch, day after day, all these cute puppies and dogs going with those people. Those people that over look me every day, because I don’t trust them, I hide and hope they go away, because they could never understand me. And then out of no where…there she was. Walking towards me, and I ran. She was nice, she smelled of flowers and things I’ve never smelled before. She was soft spoken and gentle. Never rushing or moving too fast, I think she knew how scared I was. She sat there with me, for awhile, trying to get me over to her. I couldn’t budge. I never would think even then, that I would break out of this prison. She was patient, even brought me some treats that I didn’t eat until she left. And when she did, I never thought I was going to see her again.

The next morning, there she was, walking towards my window and I just couldn’t help but wag my tail, just a little, in excitement. I watched her, walking around, talking to those other humans….And then she did it. She filled out the thing everyone else fills out before another one of those other dogs gets to go somewhere better….After she came in, and sat with me. I was still so scared, but managed to come inside and sniff her out, running back out before she had a chance to do anything. I think she’s ok…so I go back in the dog door and look at her. She sees right through me. So I sniff, nervously, and pace around her. I let me pet me, intermittently, as I jolt a bit scared, frighted, but excited….Finally i lay down on her leg where she is sitting next to me. I put my paw on her leg, and pressed down, resting my head on my paws, and looked up at her. She told me she wasn’t leaving me. That I didn’t deserve all this….she was cleaning my eyes, and petting me, and promising me things, most people say and never follow through with.

I watched her give those papers to that man, and she left….again.

But that very next day, there she was. With a leash…and a collar, looking at me smiling, and I couldn’t even believe it all. I stood outside in my kennel run looking around, wondering if it was really happening….wondering where I was going or what was even happening….she slowly, took me towards her car..I didn’t know nor want to really get in. It’s hard to be confident when you had none to begin with, and now you’re getting ripped from the only thing you know. Ever seen the movie “Shawshank Redemption” Well…Welcome to my life.

She picked me up, slowly, cooing softly that everything was going to be ok. That it might be hard at first. But we’re in this together…..and we are.

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8 months…with a 5 year old

Mum has been insanely busy…and clumsy, chaotic and catatonic. She’s put up with a lot, dealt with a lot, learned some and cried a bit…she’s spent hours waiting on lab results, doctors calls, medication refills, never once batting an eye. (pun intended)

Once we were back to the original home of Mum, and after many visits to doctors, and test results…we went through potential pre-cancerous diagnosis’, incontinence, urinary tract infections, anxiety, stress, a red blood cell count in my urine of 286, as it should naturally be 0. They still think I’m anemic, anti-social, stressed, and territorial, bone protective, as well as regressing every few weeks or so when I have accidents, or I’ve been naughty and wasn’t listening. Mum’s patient…most of the time. I’m also quite sensitive, as is she..but shhh it’s our secret. Back to the stuff, come to find out, i had an infestation of E Coli. Bacteria in my bladder, causing me to pee blood and clots the size of quarters. Good thing my pain tolerance is higher than humans, I barely made a fuss…

So we were off diapers, and meds and accidents for weeks (except the yummy stuff ma’ loves giving me that i hate, for my anxiety, stress, car sickness and overall insane skiddish fear of the world-much understandable) now…until the other day. *sigh/sneeze/sniff* And now I’m quite the hot mess about it.

The other day mum was kind enough to bring me home a baby leopard squeeky baby toy…yea yea i know, “The Dingo ate your baby!!!” Hence the clever toy. But I just don’t get it. What’s the point of it all? I’m not like normal dogs. I don’t play ball, I could care less if we go for a walk (even though mom makes me go) I like the couch and the warm comfort from the cold…Naturally I sleep approximately 16 hours a day. I’m so quiet, when we’re traveling, and staying with mom’s friends- people forget I’m around. I’m really relaxed until the vacuum or people are around or the wind blows too hard, or there’s a loud noise…then I get jumpy..

So on top of that, I was on rice all week last week because of my stomach problems, even with the added enzymes and homeopathic digestive remedy… but they surely do help, immensely. And since Mum switched me to Evo…the highest protein and lowest grain food on the market, which is what wild dogs should be eating for a dry meal, I’ve been doing stellar. My coat is shiny (the fish oil helps), my moods are more stable, I’m less hungry and more energetic. Go MUM for getting me hooked on good, natural, organic food and treats, helping me prolong my life that I deserve to live, after being in a cage, abused, neglected, mistreated, malnourished, and all around ignored for 4.5 [or more.......] years.

We’re hoping for a snowy winter… one that makes mum happy, so I’m happy, and well, the earth will just be in much more harmony that way. I’m trying to get better…I think more for mum than me, but she’s helping me with that too…

sleepy time..zzzzzz
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Dingos and Falling stars