Thursday, July 11, 2013
Skinny, mangy with big feet, Lola, the soon to come in heat German Sheppard won us over the first time she cocked her head, when I spoke to her, following instructions sealed the deal. In the evening I walk around the house with the puppies, Lucky and Robert Redford, to get them to potty before going in the bath room for the night. On these excursions I’d admire Lola’s clean trot, but her feet were so big they looked like paddlewheels. Blood oozed from her legs at the pastern/ankle joint in front and hock/foot in the rear. Her feet looked swollen. I attributed it to the mange. She must have been confined to a very small area; she poops and pees right where she stands. Her nails would make Freddy Krueger jealous. A three inch wide collar wore into her neck creating a smelly ulcer.
Three weeks into treatment her hair is coming back. Puppy bucking during a happiness spasm makes her look like a basketball player after winning a big game. She’s old school German Shep in conformation, coloring and temperament, steady, easy to train. So far I’ve seen little of possible head trips from her former life, which amazes me given what I’m about to tell you.
This morning, while I made breakfast, Kirt, my husband sat in his wheel chair staring at Lola. “What do you see?” I asked as I handed him coffee. “This dog has had her feet bound,” was his startling reply.
The new hair growth pronounced the marks across her feet where rope or wire held her tightly enough to leave deep indentations more than three weeks later. I can’t even speculate how long she could have been tied. Under what circumstances do you hog tie a dog? Who does something like this? Does a person feel so sorry for themselves that they spare no empathy for another being? I’m sick to my stomach that this marvelous animal would have been handled like that, and then thrown out. I’m glad they tossed her out rather than continue this torturous treatment.
Kirt and I sat on the porch examining the ligature marks. We don’t do poor baby. We’re rather matter of fact about things, so it surprised me to see that the other dogs were aware of our change in attitude or perception about Lola. Chi-Ping did a double take looking from me to Lola and back to me. Lola, who was lying down got a surprised look on her face, when Chi walked over to her wagging her tail. Chi gave her a lick on the face and walked into the house with me tail still wagging. An hour before Chi-Ping snapped at Lola until she dropped to her belly. That’s how they usually get along.
This gruesome bit of news needed to come from me and not my darling Chi-Ping or Chi-Pi as Lucky likes to call her.
Thanks for reading, Tricia
Monday, July 8, 2013
Look at Lucky rolling around on his back in the grass, just showing his balls to God. That’s right, Old Girl, God gave them to me and will be proud to see how they’re growing. Why, I lifted my leg when I peed this morning. God will be delighted with my early progress. Lucky gave the toothy grin he impresses Blondie and Chi-Ping with when they hassle him. Chi barked from the porch. You’re not fooling anyone with a submissive smile. Lucky slithered side to side like a snake, and then suddenly thrust his hips in the air. Soon, I’ll be putting this equipment to use.
Chi-Ping’s eyes bulged. You’re not but a minute old. Do you think the grownup machos are going to let you at any lady? I’m a pi-bull, Chi-Pi old girl. Lucky sat erect, arched his neck displaying an already strong male profile. You bad little puppy, Chi-Ping barely barked out, as she play bowed to him. Not so little any more, I’m bigger than you. Chi-Ping barked threats. Cute or not, I’ll put some holes in you.
Blondie and I are the house dogs, we rule. Not the way I see it, Lucky proclaimed. You and Blondie spent all day at the neighbor’s house or in the street. Robert Redford and I go in the house, during the day, when you’re gone. We get treats and gravy on our kibble. Yesterday I slept in the bedroom while mom worked on the computer for three hours. I didn't have an accident in the house, the way some do. Go ahead Chi-Pi get in my face, growl, show your teeth; it’s only a matter of time until mom likes us best.
I hate smart-alecky puppies. Chi-Ping grrred.