Most of you probably won’t recall this, so I’ll give some background.
My friends’ neighbor, several years back, was very abusive to a rottweiler puppy, keeping it chained in a small area outside at all hours and occasionally remembering to feed it. The neighbor’s kids would also throw rocks and, occasionally, firecrackers at the dog. Whenever the dog escaped, it would come to my friends’ house, and they’d keep it safe until the owners came for it.
After about 10 months of this, said neighbors got evicted from their rental home (the dog abuse was the least of their antisocial behavior), and, in doing so, asked my friends if they’d take care of said dog.
Well, my friends already had 2 dogs, but knew they had to take the rott in. They fostered it through an organization called Rover Rescue, and ended up getting the rott into a decent family.
Flash forward a year and a half to this past weekend. My friends are at the dog park, and who do they see? The rott and its family. The rott runs over and wags its stubby little tail, and, as my friends put it, chased and romped around with their dogs until the three were completely exhausted. This from a dog that was completely terrified of anything with two or four legs, and literally couldn’t run (could barely walk) when my friends took her in.
It makes me smile to know that the dog is being well taken-care of after such abuse, and that she’s making great strides… Quite literally. Apparently the new owners are distance-walkers, and the dog hapilly goes along with them.
It’s mundane, it’s pointless, I thought I’d share.
Aaawwwwwwwww! It’s so nice to hear about happy endings! I have seen quite a few episodes of the various Animal Cops shows on Animal Planet, and I never tire of seeing the animals after they have had been fixed up and fostered out! Yayyyyyy for good people!
My sister and her hubby are on their second Rottie, both rescue. They are wonderful dogs! What they do instead of wagging their tails is called “wag-a-stump” at their house. I’m glad this dog now has a wonderful home!
Thank you so much for sharing this coda to the happy adoption ending.
It is such a refreshing change from the usual grim dog news I’ve been reading.
And it was nice for your kind friends to see the result of their good deed.
My dad used to have neighbors who left their female dog chained in the back yard with a garbage can to sleep in. They fed the dog by leaving an open bag of dog food outside. They neglected it severely. I can’t remember the breed; it’s a big boned heavy hunting dog with short yellow hair and a black snout.
When he sold his house he took the dog and dropped it off at my house. Since the dog had never been socialized it was aggressive, and attacked my poor doggy, Suzie. I had to keep them separate because the new dog was so mean.
After a weeks or two he moved to the new place and came and got her, introducing her to the 4 other dogs he owned. I expected doggy carnage but instead she has become one of the sweetest dogs he owns. It was amazing what a little socialization did for her
In one, I was driving to work on a fairly large street right in front of the Texas state capitol (three lanes either direction) when a dog bolted out in front of me. I slammed on the brakes and missed the dag but the car next to me couldn’t see it and ran right over it. The dog got up and took off running. We (me and then car that hit the dog) stopped and leaped out of our cars and took off after it, leaving both our cars runnign in the middle of the street.
With the help of a homeless guy, we get the dog (some sort of young pit mix) and go back to our cars where the security guys at the capitol have helpfully moved out cars to the side. Turns out the girl driving the other car was heading to a free vet clinic to get a cat spayed, so I grab my purse, hop in her car, and we take the dog to vet. End of long story: the dog is fine (those pits are so sturdy) depite having gone under two sets of wheels, the vet gives me a huge discount and I foot the bill, and a friend of the girl adopts the dog. Getting hit that day was the don’s luckiest moment.
Second story:
I’m riding my bike to practice on the hike and bike trail when I see a spindly legged puppy running along the trail in front of me. I’m not really near any neighborhoods and I’m kinda in a crappy area of town where people don’t take good care of their dogs anyway. I scoop him up and continue to practice one handed.
The puppy (also a pit mix) has absolutely no hair due to mange and is starving but is still a very sweet dog. A new rowing student volunteered to take him. She had a couple of kids and a best friend who was a dog trainer, perfect for a pit mix. And now he’s a healthy, happy pup in a beautiful green backyard with kids to play with.
One day, while out on the lake with my husband and another couple, we saw what we thought was an otter splashing in the water. Turned out to be a puppy. We scooped her out of the water, as she was minutes from drowning, she was so exhausted. She barfed lakewater all over me. I think someone threw her into the lake from the bridge over the canal between two lakes. :mad:
Took her to the vet the next morning. She had bad teeth. Really bad. Don’t know why, as she was only 3 months, but I’m guessing malnutrition in either the puppy or the mom. She had parasites galore, and a rope mark around her neck. Got her all healthy and kept her for about a year.
She never was a good fit, though, because she was a chewer, and couldn’t be left alone without destroying something. I asked a friend who helps place rescues, and she gave the dog to a household with three elderly people, one of which was Special Needs of some sort. The couple had seven grandkids who lived nearby, so the dog was completely spoiled with love and attention from the resident adults, especially the Special Needs person, and the seven visiting grandkids. As far as I know, she’s still fat and happy.
Then, in 1977(I was 22) Dad was working on a project and had to keep going back and forth to the hardware store. He noticed, several times, a half grown dog running around, so finally he picked it up and put it in our back yard so it wouldn’t get run over. He intended on taking it to the pound. Thirteen years later the dog was still with them. He was named Fred. 1977 was the year Smokey and the Bandit came out, and the dog in the film was named Fred, and since this one appeared to be part Basset Hound as well, that’s what we called him. I still miss that dog sometimes.
