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Introducing my Brood. < 3
A bit about me:
--> 18, 19 in January
--> Majoring in Psychology with a dream job of Animal Cruelty Investigator
--> A little depressed but working through it
--> Willing to die for any of my pets
I've owned dogs all of my life, and my current number of a mere 3 dogs (not including the neighbor's yellow lab that is never cared for by anyone but me) is the lowest it's ever been. I also have a record low of 4 cats (not including the large mass of feral cats living behind my house in the woods), and one rat (thankfully, there isn't a 'not including' here!).
My dogs all have a wonderful story behind them, and I'd love to share them. But, just a warning, one of them is a few paragraphs long. After all, the old guy is ten or eleven years old:
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Blue
Blue, our 10-11 year old Pit Bull Terrier, was dropped off at our home 9 years ago on a very cold autumn day. He was this adorable boy, still a pup. White with black flecks and a patch over each eye. Being a white Pit, he already had cataracts in both eyes and was deaf in his right ear. But oh, he was beautiful and charming (he knew it too). My ex-step-father was not at all pleased, but had to suck it up when my mom refused to shoo him off into the woods. She fed him when our other animals ate, and he started putting on some pounds. We weren't allowed to keep him, and we have no animal control in our tiny hole in the wall of Tennessee. One day he was walking on the street, and our neighbor was driving by. Blue, being blind and deaf on the side next to the car, walked right under his tires. It broke his back left leg and scuffed up his stomach. We were horrified when he began peeing blood. But, my ex-step-father, being the horrible man that he is, wouldn't let us take him to the doctor. My amazing mother splinted him and used a lamp-shade for a victorian collar. We kept him inside, and he bonded on an amazing level with a litter of pups another one of our rescues, Julie, had seven days before she dissappeared off of our front porch. He took care of them better than any mother dog I've ever seen. When one would wander away from him, he would belly crawl, broken leg and all, and nudge it back into the warm litter. It was absolutely amazing. Once he was better, he was back out and about.
But only a few months later, he came home after escaping our yard with the same leg that had been broken, filled with buckshot and half blown away. We still have no idea what happened to him, but he was doctored back up and nursed to health once again. Now all he has from both incidents is a splay of scars on the inside of his leg.
This amazing guy didn't stop their either. Two of our other dogs got into a fight one day, and became sworn enemies after that point. They were both large dogs, Rowdy being an Akita/Husky mix and Sampson being a Rottweiler/Chow. While we tried to reconcile them, if one got loose, it would immediately go after the other. Because of their size and power, it was hard to pull them apart without a hose in close range. But then came Blue. When the two would get into a fight, he would find a way to free himself, jump into the fray and distract the Akita/Husky by gently biting him on the rump. Of course, the Akita turned his attention towards Blue. But he would just roll over and let Rowdy feel dominant, and then Rowdy would stop. While he was working his magic, we would split up and get the two apart. And by god, Blue never had a scratch on him.
But right after the entire family got attached, we had to move. My ex-step-father (he really did suck) refused to let us take him with us, and my mom actually left him behind. The next Sunday, we all went to curch and our neighbor/preacher told us we had forgotten something. 'Forgotten something?' my mother asked.
'Yes, something white.'
We then learned that in the six days since we left, Blue had not moved. Worse still, he had not eaten or drank any of the food or water we left next to him. He had just sat on the porch, looking around like he was waiting for something. He didn't have to wait much longer--my mom and I drove straight there after church, and he ran to meet us a our car. God, I still feel guilty 9 years later. Especially considering all the good he's done since then.
Another of the pets we rescued was a fighting rooster. I know what your thinking. Either 'When do the misunderstood animals end?' or 'What is their problem?' After saving Kujo, it's hard to believe the stories that fighting ----- can't be rehabilitated. But it wasn't us. It was Blue that saved him. The first few days that he was allowed free roam in our yard, he took over Blue's dog box. Did Blue fight it? No. He GAVE THE ROOSTER HIS DOG BOX! A few days later, I was looking for Blue, and found his head poking out of the box. So, naturally, I started wondering where Kujo had gone. After searching the whole area, I turned to Blue and asked 'Where's Kujo, Boobers?' (his nickname). Seconds later, I heard a clucking from inside the box. I peeked my head in and our killer fighting rooster was snuggled into our Pit Bull's stomach. After that, he even let us hand feed him.
Blue is still going strong today, though his black eye patches are beginning to fleck with gray. His back leg bothers him in the cold, but he can still keep up with my younger dogs. Somewhere in between, he got a big knot of scar tissue on the top of his head. We took him to the vet, and were told that it wouldn't be a bother to him. It's going to be tough when he passes. I'm not sure what I'll do. He's so sweet--when I get home and let him run in our front yard, he sits and waits at my car. With such a sweet face, I can't bear to dissapoint him, and we go for rides and visit the petting zoo that's about a mile away from home. He's even befriending the Capybara. I can only hope that others can share this amazing type of connection and experience with at least one pet in their lifetimes.
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Muse
Muse was not at all what I was expecting. We had a very old Akita/Husky mix named Rowdy, who was the light of our life. Our household was put through hell several times over by my ex-step-father (as shown above in a tame manner), and Rowdy is the reason we kept our sanity. Since he was such a phenominal dog, my mother wanted one of his pups, to keep his legacy going. When Rowdy's old owner had a Shiba Inu mix in heat, we placed them in a pen together and she became pregnant. When she gave birth, they were beautiful. Their soft fawn color matched Rowdy's pinto perfectly, and I immediately fell for one of them. They were taken back to the Shiba's owner to be raised, and we came back 8 weeks later. Our hearts fell--that beautiful color actually belonged to a man's Redbone Coonhound who had gotten loose and beat Rowdy to the punch. But that puppy, the one I had fallen for 8 weeks before, still stood out. While the others played in the corner farthest away from us, Muse looked at me inquisitively, trotted over, and plopped in my lap. It took a lot of convincing for my parents to let me keep her, but I won over in the end. She's been my best friend since then. She has those beautiful soulful eyes bred into the Redbone, and the curly Shiba tail from her mom. She's a year and a half old now, and I know her name is perfect. She is, and always will be, my Muse--my inspiration.
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Jukei
This little girl is one of the few dogs that wasn't a rescue. We got her for my mother less half a year ago. With the divorce and stalking problems from my ex-step-father, she was having severe heart problems and panic attacks. I can't tell you how many times she was rushed to the hospital. The doctor wasn't sure if she would make it through the next attack--things were looking very bad. To top it all of, I was starting college and my older brother was going to basic training to be Explosives Ordinance for the Army (he's now training for Airborne Infantry). She was in shambles, and started pining for something small to love. We started looking for toy dogs, and Jukei just stuck out.
We're very poor, I should tell you. A $200 dollar puppy really took a lot out of us. By us, I mean my small college fund. But from the moment my mom layed eyes on her, her spirits lifted. Since we got her, I'm proud to say my mom hasn't had a single panic attack or heart problem. Her blood pressure is improving, and she's happy a lot more. Jukei being one in a long line of insta-connections, I guess you could call us lucky.
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Well, that's it for that! I hope you enjoyed the grueling intro for my pets.
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