Juke99;3280938 said:
I adopted her knowing she has Hepatitis...so I'm pretty thankful for each day...we try to make the best of every day.
When I worked with her at the shelter, I just knew something about her was different. Not that most of the dogs there aren't great and deserving of a home but she just had a different quality about her.
The transition period of 2 years at a shelter, where her condition had degenerated to the point that she was becoming a bit aggressive and had, at times, chewed her paws to the point that she couldn't be walked, was difficult.
But she's settled in now and is doing just fine.
Thanks
Juke I gotta tell you a dog story I think you'll appreciate.
Way back when when I first got married we got a shelter dog, a lab/shephard mix who was probably my favorite dog ever. When we walked him around the neighborhood everyone called him "The Mayor", because he had to stop and meet and pal around with everyone he came into contact with.
Anyway the guy hits 6 years old, and when we were out playing in a pretty deep snow somehow manages to tear *both* the ACL's in his back legs.
So this dog that cost me $25 to pick up at a shelter now needs $5000 of surgery to replace two back knees, not to mention grueling months of rehabilitation - but of course we do it instantly because that's what you do.
Anyway not two years later the poor guy has a heart attack right in our backyard. We are devastated, and recognizing the huge hole in our family my wife after a few weeks starts looking for another dog online. And she finds another lab/shepherd mix that reminds her instantly of The Mayor.
Only problem is this dog is in terrible shape. She has spent several years on the streets and is gaunt. She has heartworms, Lyme disease and a host of minor issues. She's had a litter of pups no one knows what happened to. Most of her teeth are missing from trying to get to food in garbage cans, and she has massive scarring on her neck from a puppy collar that was put on her when she was small that was never taken off. It grew into her skin. She's been in the shelter 8 months already, and you can tell by the tone of the ad for her that there is not much time left in the shelter for a dog that is obviously not very appealing to adopt.
My heart goes out to her, but I gotta be practical too. "Hun we're still paying off the surgeries for the last guy. We can't afford all the complications of adopting another lemon, I'm sorry."
My wife understands and keeps looking. A couple of weeks later she mentions a fair she'd like to go to with our kid.
Just so happens at this fair the local dog shelter brought over their dogs in hopes of adoption. We're walking among all the caged pups and the barking is insane. With so many people around they are all crazy excited, and my head is starting to hurt from it. Then I spot this one dog just kind of lying there, taking it all in. She's not really responding to anything just watching everything go by.
I walk over to her cage and she finally stands up, walks over and licks my hand, then rubs her nose against it. It was the gentlest thing I have ever felt from a dog. I'm in love at first sight.
And then it hits me.
I turn to look at my wife and she is grinning ear to ear. The only two times I have ever seen her with a bigger smile was when I first asked for her phone number, and when I asked her to marry me. BUt this one has a total "I so owned you again" quality to it. (wait, maybe the first two did too.)
"She's the damned lemon, isn't she?!"
My wife, being her, just laughs. She knew she would be here all along.
We;ve had her for 6 years now, and she has gone from the rib-protruding 65 lbs she was when we got her to a happy and healthy 85. The worms are gone, the Lyme disease under control, and more importantly she's had the family for the last 6 years she never had for the first 2 of her life, and for a dog that survived on her own for so long she is the sweetest thing you will ever meet.
And BTW, the name the shelter had given her was Dallas. We kept it, obviously.
Anyway, sorry for the ramble, just thought you might appreciate that story.