Plushie
09-08-2007, 01:38 PM
Call me Plushie! That was the name of the first dog I ever had. :)
I'm 28 years old and am finishing up on my custom-made veteranarian clinic. :)
Sindra is four years old, a Siberian Husky, and is pregnant with a minimum of 5 puppies and is due to give birth in the next 2 weeks or so (it's hard to tell, especially since I haven't had her all that long) and her 9 year old dad, Jack, and this is their story:
About a month ago or so a dog/puppy mill was busted. All the dogs there were either Siberian Huskies, German Shepherds, Akitas, or other similar dogs.
The people there were not as cruel as you would expect them to be, they still had some feeling inside them despite the fact most dogs were starving or diseased. A LOT of the dogs were pregnant, and the oldest dog there was what stood out - all dogs over the age of 6 were killed, and for some reason the people there kept records of who fathered and mothered who, but the dogs went by numbers.
Someone had a soft spot for Jack, and let him live. My friends and I were the ones who administered a lot of the medication to the rescued dogs, and I felt so bad for Jack. He had big, sad blue eyes, his fur was matted and he seemed miserable. For three years he had stayed in a cage next to his daughter's and the two were 'inseperable', minus the link fence.
I worked around the clock for him, and it was a mystery he wasn't dead. When the time came for adoption, I was the first one with my hand up. I took him into my home and 2 days later, recieved a call to foster his pregnant daughter. I agreed, and now they both live with me. I plan on adopting Sindra (as I named her) and maybe one of her puppies.
They're so easy to love.
Right now, Jack and Sindra are lying at my feet. Sindra has made my foot go numb.
The father of Sindra's puppies is being fostered by someone that works at the shelter, he's rather healthy but the shelter is still crowded with dogs. Adoption in my town isn't too slow, but it isn't lightning fast either. Thankfully, it's a no-kill shelter. :)
...
Hi. :)
I'm 28 years old and am finishing up on my custom-made veteranarian clinic. :)
Sindra is four years old, a Siberian Husky, and is pregnant with a minimum of 5 puppies and is due to give birth in the next 2 weeks or so (it's hard to tell, especially since I haven't had her all that long) and her 9 year old dad, Jack, and this is their story:
About a month ago or so a dog/puppy mill was busted. All the dogs there were either Siberian Huskies, German Shepherds, Akitas, or other similar dogs.
The people there were not as cruel as you would expect them to be, they still had some feeling inside them despite the fact most dogs were starving or diseased. A LOT of the dogs were pregnant, and the oldest dog there was what stood out - all dogs over the age of 6 were killed, and for some reason the people there kept records of who fathered and mothered who, but the dogs went by numbers.
Someone had a soft spot for Jack, and let him live. My friends and I were the ones who administered a lot of the medication to the rescued dogs, and I felt so bad for Jack. He had big, sad blue eyes, his fur was matted and he seemed miserable. For three years he had stayed in a cage next to his daughter's and the two were 'inseperable', minus the link fence.
I worked around the clock for him, and it was a mystery he wasn't dead. When the time came for adoption, I was the first one with my hand up. I took him into my home and 2 days later, recieved a call to foster his pregnant daughter. I agreed, and now they both live with me. I plan on adopting Sindra (as I named her) and maybe one of her puppies.
They're so easy to love.
Right now, Jack and Sindra are lying at my feet. Sindra has made my foot go numb.
The father of Sindra's puppies is being fostered by someone that works at the shelter, he's rather healthy but the shelter is still crowded with dogs. Adoption in my town isn't too slow, but it isn't lightning fast either. Thankfully, it's a no-kill shelter. :)
...
Hi. :)