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I wanted to take a moment to thank...
The heartless bastards who dumped this German Shepherd in the desert. Had you not of done it, I wouldn't have this wonderful, sweet dog in my life. She keeps my other rescue company, and lets him bully her. She constantly says "Thank you" By coming up behind me and putting her head between my legs. I bend down and give her loves, every time, except when I am in peeing.
She comforts me, telling me, "Daddy, it's gonna be alright. Thanks for letting me into your life."
She is a fearsome protector, loyal to the death. The vest watchdog and security system I have ever known. Yet, she is kind to strangers.
She howls like a wolf when an ambulance goes by with its sirens on. Girl dog (Her name, sorry, it's the best I could do) finds the most uncomfortable places to sleep.
"A soft, comfy, warm bed? Oh noes. I think I'l drape myself over daddy's toolbox, instead. A cordless drill? I'll lay on it for added comfort." One of these days I'll be in the position to snap a pic of her sleeping on her head. Literally. I don't know how many days or weeks she was in the desert for, but she learned to be comfortable anywhere she slept.
She constantly reminds me of how happy she is to be in my life. Nuzzles, licks, laying next to me at all times. Having worked with wolves, I now understand and appreciate what those gestures mean.
But when anyone opens a pickup truck, she darts for it, jumping inside. She will not leave it. I have to literally wrap my arms around her, and carry her out of the vehicle.
Why... because she doesn't want to be abandoned again. Sometimes she has this fearful look in her eyes, like, "What did I do wrong? I'm sorry... I don't want to be abandoned again!" Just randomly. She feels so guilty. She doesn't know what she did to be dumped in the desert and left for dead.
She was emaciated when I got her, and no matter how much I feed her she still maintains a thin complexion. (yes I worm her)
When I leave for work, she barks at me. Cocking her head, she watches till we enter the highway. Every single time, she will run to the other dog and attack him.
"It's your fault he's leaving I didn't do it, YOU did it RAWR!" I laugh when I see it. (But he gets her back. It's classic sibling rivalry. My male dog acts like he hates her sometimes, shunning her, growling at her, pushing her away from her food dish, but when I separate them, he whines and cries and searches everywhere for her. He loves her. It's so cute!)
Sometimes I wonder why I am so blessed. To have two wonderful, beautiful babies that I love dearly.
I want to say just one more thing. A rescue dog from a shelter will know gratitude that a store- bought puppy usually won't. I don't think I can ever buy a puppy from a breeder again, though I have never regretted it when I did. Nor could I ever hold it against anyone who did, choosing a store bought dog over a rescue. And I am not saying a dog with papers won't be your best friend. But my rescues have a little something extra in their hearts, a gleam in their eyes, that lets me know they appreciate me bringing them out of a bad situation.
If anyone wants to talk about their rescue animals, I'd love to hear about it :)
She comforts me, telling me, "Daddy, it's gonna be alright. Thanks for letting me into your life."
She is a fearsome protector, loyal to the death. The vest watchdog and security system I have ever known. Yet, she is kind to strangers.
She howls like a wolf when an ambulance goes by with its sirens on. Girl dog (Her name, sorry, it's the best I could do) finds the most uncomfortable places to sleep.
"A soft, comfy, warm bed? Oh noes. I think I'l drape myself over daddy's toolbox, instead. A cordless drill? I'll lay on it for added comfort." One of these days I'll be in the position to snap a pic of her sleeping on her head. Literally. I don't know how many days or weeks she was in the desert for, but she learned to be comfortable anywhere she slept.
She constantly reminds me of how happy she is to be in my life. Nuzzles, licks, laying next to me at all times. Having worked with wolves, I now understand and appreciate what those gestures mean.
But when anyone opens a pickup truck, she darts for it, jumping inside. She will not leave it. I have to literally wrap my arms around her, and carry her out of the vehicle.
Why... because she doesn't want to be abandoned again. Sometimes she has this fearful look in her eyes, like, "What did I do wrong? I'm sorry... I don't want to be abandoned again!" Just randomly. She feels so guilty. She doesn't know what she did to be dumped in the desert and left for dead.
She was emaciated when I got her, and no matter how much I feed her she still maintains a thin complexion. (yes I worm her)
When I leave for work, she barks at me. Cocking her head, she watches till we enter the highway. Every single time, she will run to the other dog and attack him.
"It's your fault he's leaving I didn't do it, YOU did it RAWR!" I laugh when I see it. (But he gets her back. It's classic sibling rivalry. My male dog acts like he hates her sometimes, shunning her, growling at her, pushing her away from her food dish, but when I separate them, he whines and cries and searches everywhere for her. He loves her. It's so cute!)
Sometimes I wonder why I am so blessed. To have two wonderful, beautiful babies that I love dearly.
I want to say just one more thing. A rescue dog from a shelter will know gratitude that a store- bought puppy usually won't. I don't think I can ever buy a puppy from a breeder again, though I have never regretted it when I did. Nor could I ever hold it against anyone who did, choosing a store bought dog over a rescue. And I am not saying a dog with papers won't be your best friend. But my rescues have a little something extra in their hearts, a gleam in their eyes, that lets me know they appreciate me bringing them out of a bad situation.
If anyone wants to talk about their rescue animals, I'd love to hear about it :)
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Awww such a heart warming story and picture tundra. Especially for giving such a poor soul a good home, that's one of the reasons why I probably could never buy a dog, there are already so many poor creatures that deserve a wonderful home and owner. All my parents dogs have been from the shelter, their current one was a street dog found as a puppy in the ukraine and she is the most wonderful dog ever
My best company, my truly most loved one, is my cat Nica. She's a beautiful ball of POOR CAT found in a state of nearly roadkill when she was 3 months old. They had to cut her tail (because it was broken and the skin was literally gone) and her spine, back legs and pelvis are all strange. She runs like a bunny and it's so cute.
But her soul is what melt me. She is terrified by EVERYTHING. Every. single. sound. you make will make her jump. The first 5 years of her life, she didn't let ANYONE but me touch her. She is now 9 and is the live image of superation. When a dog enters the house, she dissapear, in fear. But 10 minutes later, you see her slowly aproaching, to the point of being at 1 meter, looking at the dog, frightened, but trying her best to look like a deadly beast of bood determined to protect her home at the cost of her life (she would run away like hell if the dog even look at her, but it's the intention that matters XD)
If she sees me not-ok, she will crawl into the bed and just... curl herself in my chest. If I came back to the house and she's upstairs, she will run downstairs directly into my arms.
I know she needs me, and I need her.
But her soul is what melt me. She is terrified by EVERYTHING. Every. single. sound. you make will make her jump. The first 5 years of her life, she didn't let ANYONE but me touch her. She is now 9 and is the live image of superation. When a dog enters the house, she dissapear, in fear. But 10 minutes later, you see her slowly aproaching, to the point of being at 1 meter, looking at the dog, frightened, but trying her best to look like a deadly beast of bood determined to protect her home at the cost of her life (she would run away like hell if the dog even look at her, but it's the intention that matters XD)
If she sees me not-ok, she will crawl into the bed and just... curl herself in my chest. If I came back to the house and she's upstairs, she will run downstairs directly into my arms.
I know she needs me, and I need her.
It's just beyond my understanding how someone could abandon such a lovely dog... :c
On another note, it's always so heartening to hear how loyal or how lovely pets can be! ^^
We have a black labrador girl, she's too sweet and always in for some playing, wrestling, or cuddling. She's our first dog, and at the start I had no idea how to read dog language. Now that I look back to the past 2,5 years, I'm very glad, happy, and thankful that she entered my life. She was often the main reason I went home every week instead of staying away being depressed and neglecting my well-being.
She protects us; regularly scaring away birds and other animals in our garden, barking at strange sounds, and making sure the patch of grass is well-fertilized. =p
But whenever she feels a hazard... her shackles along her back are raised, her tail is confidently raised, and she'll make the most menacing growls any opponent would shit their pants.
Once, during the evening when I was walking her, I let her loose to let her chase a hare. (she has no chance catching one, they are fast as lightning!)
To catch up, I did a sprint towards her. Suddenly she ran back and past me: raised shackles and tail, growling and barking --> she thought I was fleeing from someone chasing me. From that moment, I knew she would actually even fight to protect.
She is part of the family, and I will protect her as she will protect us.
For she has already protected me from myself.
On another note, it's always so heartening to hear how loyal or how lovely pets can be! ^^
We have a black labrador girl, she's too sweet and always in for some playing, wrestling, or cuddling. She's our first dog, and at the start I had no idea how to read dog language. Now that I look back to the past 2,5 years, I'm very glad, happy, and thankful that she entered my life. She was often the main reason I went home every week instead of staying away being depressed and neglecting my well-being.
She protects us; regularly scaring away birds and other animals in our garden, barking at strange sounds, and making sure the patch of grass is well-fertilized. =p
But whenever she feels a hazard... her shackles along her back are raised, her tail is confidently raised, and she'll make the most menacing growls any opponent would shit their pants.
Once, during the evening when I was walking her, I let her loose to let her chase a hare. (she has no chance catching one, they are fast as lightning!)
To catch up, I did a sprint towards her. Suddenly she ran back and past me: raised shackles and tail, growling and barking --> she thought I was fleeing from someone chasing me. From that moment, I knew she would actually even fight to protect.
She is part of the family, and I will protect her as she will protect us.
For she has already protected me from myself.
It's wonderful when you see how protective and loyal they can be. I had a Finnish Spitz who was ditzy and submissive. I was young and didn't appreciate her. But one day someone jumped our fence, and he pissed his pants when she turned into a vicious beast, scaring the shit out of him when he jumped right back over our fence.
And I hear what you are saying about protecting you form yourself. My rescues need me. It keeps me going.
And I hear what you are saying about protecting you form yourself. My rescues need me. It keeps me going.
Both of my Malamutes were rescues. We know Sky was neglected and never taught how to be a good dog. Tundra was abused and neglected and it showed. Even after having her 10 years I still would like to get my hands on the people that abused her... I have a split rubber hose, to slap them with.
I'm glad you were the one to find her. She is lucky to have you, and you are lucky to have her. ^w^
I have 6 birds, 3 are rescues. Estella & Skye (cockatils) were living in a wooden box the size of a shoe box. And Buddy (sun conure) was techically abandoned by my friend who decided to kill himself. Buddy seems to have separation anxiety. Estella and Skye hate being touched but I still love them. Buddy didn't really like Leaonard much, he would have to wear a glove to take him out or to just put his hand in his cage. Buddy comes out to me willingly, I can put my hand in his cage to feed him and move his toys/perches,etc. The first day I had him he cuddled right up to my neck.
I have also had 8 rabbits, 2 of them were rescues. Mr. Snuggles was unwanted because he was blind and would pee on people. He was supposed to be the easter bunny for some place. Hannah was my other rescue rabbit. I found her hopping around in the yard near my grandma's house. She almost darted into the street but my uncle and I caught her on time. I believe I was 10 years old then. She always comforted me and she would sit in my lap until I was done crying.
Also had a rescue ferret, Caleb, they didn't even want him in a shelter for some unknow reason. I think they were gonna put him down.
He used to sneak out of his cage and get into my mom's closet where she kept my brother's school snacks. At night sheand my step dad would hear rustling in the closet, she got up and found Caleb lying there eating a granola bar. XD He would also lick my tears away.
My husband rescued a boxer who had been abused, he has a few scars on him. His name is Bosco and he's suck a sweet dog. But if anyone comes near the door he growls and barks, standing up on his hind legs. He also has separation anxiety. He hates closed doors. He's sad if I'm the only one home and I'm in my bedroom with the door shut. He'll whine and lay right in front of the door with his nose as much underneeth the door as it can be, or he leans up against it, then rolls over a bit because he was pressed up against the door.
I love every single one, though some of them have past on.
I have 6 birds, 3 are rescues. Estella & Skye (cockatils) were living in a wooden box the size of a shoe box. And Buddy (sun conure) was techically abandoned by my friend who decided to kill himself. Buddy seems to have separation anxiety. Estella and Skye hate being touched but I still love them. Buddy didn't really like Leaonard much, he would have to wear a glove to take him out or to just put his hand in his cage. Buddy comes out to me willingly, I can put my hand in his cage to feed him and move his toys/perches,etc. The first day I had him he cuddled right up to my neck.
I have also had 8 rabbits, 2 of them were rescues. Mr. Snuggles was unwanted because he was blind and would pee on people. He was supposed to be the easter bunny for some place. Hannah was my other rescue rabbit. I found her hopping around in the yard near my grandma's house. She almost darted into the street but my uncle and I caught her on time. I believe I was 10 years old then. She always comforted me and she would sit in my lap until I was done crying.
Also had a rescue ferret, Caleb, they didn't even want him in a shelter for some unknow reason. I think they were gonna put him down.
He used to sneak out of his cage and get into my mom's closet where she kept my brother's school snacks. At night sheand my step dad would hear rustling in the closet, she got up and found Caleb lying there eating a granola bar. XD He would also lick my tears away.
My husband rescued a boxer who had been abused, he has a few scars on him. His name is Bosco and he's suck a sweet dog. But if anyone comes near the door he growls and barks, standing up on his hind legs. He also has separation anxiety. He hates closed doors. He's sad if I'm the only one home and I'm in my bedroom with the door shut. He'll whine and lay right in front of the door with his nose as much underneeth the door as it can be, or he leans up against it, then rolls over a bit because he was pressed up against the door.
I love every single one, though some of them have past on.
Yup, Caleb the ferret loved his granola bars. Lol
He was also very lazy. My mom would pour cheerios in his hammock and he'd eat them while laying down. And then he'd slide most of his body out of the hammock, just barely reaching his water bottle. But he got it. He didn't even have to leave his hammock... until his night time adventures... that's when he always managed to escape and go find his granola bars. I miss that little guy.
He was also very lazy. My mom would pour cheerios in his hammock and he'd eat them while laying down. And then he'd slide most of his body out of the hammock, just barely reaching his water bottle. But he got it. He didn't even have to leave his hammock... until his night time adventures... that's when he always managed to escape and go find his granola bars. I miss that little guy.
In 2005 I went to the animal shelter to get me a second dog. I expected to come home with another MUTT I liked. This Yellow Lab I looked at was interesting along with 2 other mix dogs. When I took Duncan the yellow lab outside, he played ball and fetch with me. He was a big dog, seemed OKAY. So I took him home. Later on after I got him home, he played less and less ball with me and stop. I finally realized that he was a layed back lab and did not like to play ball. Would you believe it! This dog tricked me into taking him home. I found out he wasn't on the street very long when they picked him up. His owner never came looking for him. He turned out to be an ALPHA DOG. I had to feed him first. Your majesty I would say. I had to be protective of the other dog so she would not get hurt. I would not let this alpha lab rule me because I was the alpha over that sonofabitch but I understood him. It took a while but the adjustment was made because the female dog showed acceptance by peeing on top of where he went in the beginning. Much later on in life the female had to be put down when she was 14 years old. I still have Duncan. He was estimated at about 3or 4years old. I will keep him as the only dog for ovius reasons. He is like another guy but he is my best friend. I would say he is about 12 now.
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