Age: 23 Years Sex: Female Weight: 11-25 lbs
|Home:Johnson City, TN ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for SNOWBALL
white dwarf , pluppin muppin, snowy , fluffin muffin, snowballie
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November 15th 1992
food FOOD food FOOD food and Ilike to get kisses but I don't know how to give kisses
being touched when she is comfy
she does not know how to play with toys she live outside her whole life until a few months ago
raw bones and kongs filled with good stuff
is doesn't matter as long as no leash is involved
when she wants attention she holds up one paw
BAN THE DEED NOT THE BREED
My New Home:
My neighbor (she is my mom now) found me almost dead beside a trash can in her drive way. It was the middle of summer and about 90 degrees outside. I could not get up because I was attacked by another dog in our neighbor hood and my old family didn't do anything for my wounds, so my bottom half of my body was being eaten by maggots. It is gross , I know , but imagine living thought it . MY new mom took me to ER vet and they tried to talk her into putting me to sleep , but thank goodness she said NO. I was severely dehydrated and in total liver and kidney failure. I had been poisoned . You see I use to roam the neighborhood because my old family was not nice or good dog parents. So my new mom thinks I probably drank poison out of a puddle of water because I use to not know how to drink or eat out of a bowl. But my new family taught me how.It is better than puddles. My new mom got me all better with holistic care and a natural raw diet. I love my new home , I have NEVER lived in a house before so it was a little scary at first but I love it now. I love to sit on the couch with my dad. I never had a dad before. he is nice . he pats my butt and calls me funny names. If anyone tries to get his attention while I am sitting with him , I try to bite them with my nubs (almost all my teeth are worn down). I am pretty old and i hope they let me stay here the rest of my life. PS sometimes I get to go to Cool School for Dogs daycare with Sunni & Porter. It is fun. They are nice to me. They say I am a cute little fart.
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Something Rarely Said To A Dog
"Happy 16th Birthday!" is something rarely said to a dog. Unfortunately it is very, very rarely said to a dog. Especially to a dog that was never cared for properly, poisoned, attacked by a dog and left to die by the garbage cans of the owners home.
A little over a year ago, a small white dog suffered a sequence of events that would have meant death to most animals. She had owners, was not a stray, but survived eating on what she could find and the meals offered to her by strangers. She wandered the neighborhood in search of food and kindness, and since she did not ever have proper care she would only drink water poured for her onto the ground or out of areas that trapped rainfall or water runoffs. She would not, no matter how much you coaxed her, drink out of a normal bowl or dish.
She happened to live next door to a family that had elderly dogs and two young ones. They had many dogs themselves, but tried to give as much care possible to their neighbor dog, after all she was kind to their dogs and was easy to like. The neighbor often scolded the owners about the dog's care. Sometimes they promised to do better, other times they ignored the suggestions and warnings and were rude.
On one particular day the little white dog was injured, it appeared she had run into the wrong dog on her journey. She had several wounds. They were not life threatening but definitely should have been attended to by her owners. A few days after, the little dog wasn't coming around and was being missed. She could be seen but didn't seem to be wanting attention and stayed off from her usual destinations.
It wasn't long after that time period that the neighbor who lived next door worried about her and went looking for her. She didn't have to look long, as she found the dog lethargic and very near death near the garbage cans of the owner. Her injuries were badly infected and were deeply and horrible taken over by maggots.
The neighbor immediately began to clean her of the maggots and then took her to the emergency vet. A blood panel revealed she was also in kidney and liver failure. The dog was not only suffering from her injuries and the effects of the maggots, but she had been poisoned. It looked as if the poor dog was going to at least die without suffering any more.
Then the neighbor called me. She didn't want to give up on the dog. She felt it was wrong what the owners had done, the life this dog had led, that she deserved a second chance. I agreed but it was not my decision to make. We talked about what she could try through diet and supplements to help the dog along with western medicine. How to make it so she could transition the care of this dog into the life she had going for her own dogs which included 4 elderly dogs all over the age of 12 who could easily be stressed by the new addition of another dog. How to also get her younger two dogs to accept yet another dog that would not welcome their puppy play. I got a call back not shortly after the first initial call, she was going to try and help her, despite being considered "stupid" by the vet she had swooped her up in a blanket and walked out the door. An appointment would be made in the morning with the family vet.
An ICU unit was basically set up for the poor dog in the home. The neighbor now declared herself the new owner. Neighbor was now "Mom" and along with "Dad" they were going to do what should have been done for this dog all along. Luckily pictures were taken of the condition of the dog when she was found by the garbage cans. If the old owners put up a stink then they would be threatened with animal neglect and cruelty. Not surprisingly they didn't notice or care. I'll save you seeing those pictures here, really they aren't important as that life is no longer a part of this dog's story.
So, neighbor family became REAL FAMILY. Neighbor dogs became "brothers and sisters" and for the first time this dog had her own bowl, her own food, her own toys and her own HOME. She no longer would kill rodents and squirrels for food, she no longer would find water from holes and cracks in the roads, she no longer would seek shade for relief from heat, and would no longer suffer being an old dog in cold weather with ice crystals hanging from her coat. She would now have the attention she craved. No longer would the neighbor's heart ache for the little dog.
D52 So, Snowball found herself in the care of nice humans. She not only recovered, she has gone on to flourish. She loves her family, loves her toys of which "Dad" is her favorite toy of all, and he is also her favorite bed. She strolls on long walks with her family of Labradors and no one would ever guess her previous life. She loves their company and snuggling up with them to sleep, but still can't understand why they like to jump into pools of water. After all, Snowball prefers her water in bowls now.
Knowing all of this, it is pretty amazing. Amazing she survived the life she did with such irresponsible owners. Amazing she survived the many dog attacks that she encountered in her life or the other horrors that stray and neglected dogs face due to neglect or at the hands of humans. Amazing that she survived her last attack or the poisoning. Amazing that someone would care enough to help this old wandering dog. Amazing someone, anyone, would go to such lengths to give a dog a chance at knowing humans and life could be kind and good. Simply amazing. Especially that this weekend she was told something that very few dogs will ever hear, "Happy 16th Birthday Snowball!". May you have many more.
Written by Tammara Josselyn
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