03-17-2012, 04:35 PM
I have 4 dogs...a yorkie, "Stella", a maltese, "Fluffy", and 2 rescues mutts...
I went to the pound and asked which ones were the "next in line to be put down". I brought home "Beatrice" who was so skinny her ribs were sticking out... an Akita mix...she was mean as a snake. When I brought her in the house she practically attacked my son (teeth showing/growling) and he said "why did you have to bring home a former Meth Lab guard dog?" I called the pound and asked what should I do as she was scary/vicious and we were afraid she'd bite...they said to "bring her back and they'd put her down immediately". I decided to give her one more try...anyway...7 years later...she is now a big spoiled rotten (fat) baby!
When I went the 2nd time to pick another one, I made the decision to get the ugliest one next in line that wouldn't have a chance of getting adopted. Hence, "Wilson" (named after the ball in that movie with Tom Hanks stranded on the desert island 'cause there wasn't a whole lot goin' on there)...Wilson had been in the pound for over 7 months! His right eye was twitching and he didn't even stand up or look up when people would walk by his cage he was so depressed and emaciated. Wilson had been so badly beaten it took him 2 years before he would even come near us. He just shivered in the corner for months...
my husband when seeing Wilson, said sarcastically, "oh wow, he's gonna be a lot of fun". On the drive home he crapped all over my first new car I had ever had and it had leather seats...he was so petrified. 5 years later, Wilson still has his neurotic baggage. He still won't come in when we call him (won't ever walk in front of any one because he apparently was kicked so badly from behind)...Today he has his own sofa in our living room. My husband makes all of the dogs scrambled eggs/bacon for breakfast on the wkends. They are our kids (since our real ones are now grown and gone) and spoiled rotten. Wilson and Beatrice are best buds...they only tolerate the little ones.
To me that 240,000 dogs and cats are euthanized every year is the sickest thing about our society that we allow that to happen. hate to admit it but I feel worse after hearing a dog was abused than a kid. They are so helpless. I'll post some pics of my crew soon. Wilson sits with his head in my husb's lap every night and husb rarely calls him Wilson anymore, he's his "pretty boy".
I went to the pound and asked which ones were the "next in line to be put down". I brought home "Beatrice" who was so skinny her ribs were sticking out... an Akita mix...she was mean as a snake. When I brought her in the house she practically attacked my son (teeth showing/growling) and he said "why did you have to bring home a former Meth Lab guard dog?" I called the pound and asked what should I do as she was scary/vicious and we were afraid she'd bite...they said to "bring her back and they'd put her down immediately". I decided to give her one more try...anyway...7 years later...she is now a big spoiled rotten (fat) baby!
When I went the 2nd time to pick another one, I made the decision to get the ugliest one next in line that wouldn't have a chance of getting adopted. Hence, "Wilson" (named after the ball in that movie with Tom Hanks stranded on the desert island 'cause there wasn't a whole lot goin' on there)...Wilson had been in the pound for over 7 months! His right eye was twitching and he didn't even stand up or look up when people would walk by his cage he was so depressed and emaciated. Wilson had been so badly beaten it took him 2 years before he would even come near us. He just shivered in the corner for months...
my husband when seeing Wilson, said sarcastically, "oh wow, he's gonna be a lot of fun". On the drive home he crapped all over my first new car I had ever had and it had leather seats...he was so petrified. 5 years later, Wilson still has his neurotic baggage. He still won't come in when we call him (won't ever walk in front of any one because he apparently was kicked so badly from behind)...Today he has his own sofa in our living room. My husband makes all of the dogs scrambled eggs/bacon for breakfast on the wkends. They are our kids (since our real ones are now grown and gone) and spoiled rotten. Wilson and Beatrice are best buds...they only tolerate the little ones.
To me that 240,000 dogs and cats are euthanized every year is the sickest thing about our society that we allow that to happen. hate to admit it but I feel worse after hearing a dog was abused than a kid. They are so helpless. I'll post some pics of my crew soon. Wilson sits with his head in my husb's lap every night and husb rarely calls him Wilson anymore, he's his "pretty boy".
Spay and neuter your dogs and cats. Ban gas chambers in your local shelters. User made the call. User made a difference! 