Despite the fact that this has nothing to do with cats...I still felt that I could count on you all to send me some vibes...heres the story:
I adopted my dog through a rescue organization in November of last year, and kept in touch with the people who helped me get Bjourne, who has turned out to be one of the family, just like my fur babies...well, the people within the rescue group have been after me to foster, and I have politely declined because of personal things in my life that have kept me pretty busy, and unable to commit to the additional time a neglected pet would take.
Two weeks ago I received a desperate email from one of the rescue leaders saying there was a german sheperd dog who was about to literally starve to death, could I possibly foster him for just a week. After much discussion with my husband, and many concerns sent over email, I made the decision to foster this dog, AFTER I returned from my PA trip. So, after many games of tag, we managed to finally get together....and I met "Rascal".
When I first saw him, I must not have hid my expression quick enough because the lady saw it and promised me that he other than malnutritioned he was healthy....MALNUTRITIONED??? He is a german sheperd, obviously mixed with something because he makes my 70 pound siberian husky look like a puppy. I can count every rib. He has no strength, hes so weak he can hardly stand. He has not been socialised, and I dont think he has ever known a kind hand...I swear, hes days away from starving to death. They said he refused to eat in the boarding facility. I took him home, immediately began calling him Bailey...Rascal was not an appropriate name for such a sweet dog, and got him to eat. He had an accident last night on my screened in porch and I was sitting outside while my husband cleaned it up, and he came up and put his head in my lap, and I went to pet him and he flinched a little, and I explained to him that accidents happen and that I promise I will do better in watching for the signs...he is so sweet that I think this foster arrangement may go permanent...he was taken from Alabama by animal control or some facility like that, because he had been left on a chain and never fed....it breaks my heart.
Please, please, send some vibes that you can spare that Bailey pulls through, and I am able to help him see love he hasnt seen in his whole three years!!!
I adopted my dog through a rescue organization in November of last year, and kept in touch with the people who helped me get Bjourne, who has turned out to be one of the family, just like my fur babies...well, the people within the rescue group have been after me to foster, and I have politely declined because of personal things in my life that have kept me pretty busy, and unable to commit to the additional time a neglected pet would take.
Two weeks ago I received a desperate email from one of the rescue leaders saying there was a german sheperd dog who was about to literally starve to death, could I possibly foster him for just a week. After much discussion with my husband, and many concerns sent over email, I made the decision to foster this dog, AFTER I returned from my PA trip. So, after many games of tag, we managed to finally get together....and I met "Rascal".
When I first saw him, I must not have hid my expression quick enough because the lady saw it and promised me that he other than malnutritioned he was healthy....MALNUTRITIONED??? He is a german sheperd, obviously mixed with something because he makes my 70 pound siberian husky look like a puppy. I can count every rib. He has no strength, hes so weak he can hardly stand. He has not been socialised, and I dont think he has ever known a kind hand...I swear, hes days away from starving to death. They said he refused to eat in the boarding facility. I took him home, immediately began calling him Bailey...Rascal was not an appropriate name for such a sweet dog, and got him to eat. He had an accident last night on my screened in porch and I was sitting outside while my husband cleaned it up, and he came up and put his head in my lap, and I went to pet him and he flinched a little, and I explained to him that accidents happen and that I promise I will do better in watching for the signs...he is so sweet that I think this foster arrangement may go permanent...he was taken from Alabama by animal control or some facility like that, because he had been left on a chain and never fed....it breaks my heart.
Please, please, send some vibes that you can spare that Bailey pulls through, and I am able to help him see love he hasnt seen in his whole three years!!!
