It’s mid-August 2012 and its been a very dry summer. Its the start of a hay shortage if we don’t have some rain soon. Really soon. Like yesterday. We don’t have enough hay to get us through the winter and I’m a little worried.
A few weeks ago we lost Mr G Smith. He seemed healthy until Brent noticed he wasn’t walking well at 10am on a Tuesday. I brought him in the house and we started some antibiotic therapy, but we were too late and he died later that night. This is the sadness of having a geriatric farm as the old animals will die one day. Mr. W Smith is still doing well. He’s actually biting less and allowing me to pet him more.
We had a few days of piece until Billy the goat ruptured an old chest wound. Last March he fell and lacerated his chest. We thought he healed well until he developed an abscess, so we treated him with antibiotics. Again we believed he was all better until he opened up the wound again. This morning we had the vet out to help us with our old goat Billy. She said he had a tumor which was typical of old goats as well as two abscesses which was also typical of old goats. Sadly, our old goat was having old goat issues. She prescribed IM injections of antibiotics which are going to leave me throughly covered in bruises for ten days. Billy is a fighter and a beautiful goat.
We believe in the following statement: saving the world one puppy at a time which is why we’ve taken in our twentieth foster dog. She came with the name Sugar. She came from the same hoarding situation as one of our other foster dogs Vincent – the dog with half an ear.
Sugar was adopted out a year ago from the Oakville Humane Society and returned because of varies reasons that simply didn’t match with the quivering ball of fear tucked as far back in a cage as she could get. She is the same colour as Taz, but shares none of Taz’s sass and confidence. This dog has rarely seen a kind day in her three year life. Until no
My heart broke when they carried Sugar out and placed in our travel crate. She went right to the back, shaking and making herself as small and as invisible as possible. They said she was not good on leash. She would run to the end of the leash and panic. Full on terror filled this little six pound chihuahua when a harness was put on her body and a leash attached.
For the first two days Sugar hid in her crate. She would come out to pee on the pee pad and then return quickly to the crate. We left her alone. She slept for nearly two days before emerging for food and drink. She wanted nothing to do with people, but she couldn’t resist falling for a certain short, black and white male with the most incredible while tail. Jackson is a puppy mill dog from Ohio. Jackson was surrendered with nineteen other males to a shelter in northern Ohio in July 2011. Jackson was broken and now Jackson was given the opportunity to help another.
How would this once broken puppy mill dog help a fellow cage survivor? He did it by honestly sharing his fear. He was nervous about Sugar and she sensed his hesitation and immediately trusted his honesty. There is one thing that people try to hide that makes them the most vulnerable. There is one thing that is difficult to be honest about to others and that is your biggest fear.
Jackson wore his insecurities like a blanket over his body and Sugar sensed his anxiety, related and then shared her own. They were instant friends. They played. Jackson showed her that outside was not that bad, even if he was still working through his own outside anxieties.
He let her lean. He let her cuddle. He shared toys, treats, food and rawhides without snarling. He pinned her by sitting on her without making her afraid. He made her giggle a puppy giggle that she’d never giggled before. Jackson brought this girl out of her shell and onto my lap simply because that’s where Jackson loved to be.
We’ve had Sugar for three weeks and she still hates the leash and hides when her harness is put on, but she’ll follow Jackson to the end of the world and back. I don’t know many people who could or would put themselves out there for another individual the way Jackson has for Sugar.
My final thought for tonight as Sugar naps on my lap and awakes from a nightmare startled and confused is a prayer that people recognize that animals have feelings, souls, personalities and interesting lives if we recognize they are more than what society has deemed.
Give a rescue animal a chance.
Yes, they are often broken. Yes, they often need special handling. Yes, they will love you more, appreciate their lives and give you more than you could have ever thought possible.
Help right a wrong. Rescue a dog. Save a life.
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