We found our beagle Quincy running down the street past our house in a rain storm. he is a beautiful beagle and was little more than a puppy. We took him in and noticed his teeth were bothering him. The vet said one had been kicked out and another was cracked. He removed one .
He is the smartest beagle I have ever seen. I have had 4 .When he made a pee my wife would do the What did You do with a power voice. He would bare his teeth like I am not taking another beating. I patted him on the head and took him carefully into the back yard. He got the message and never made another mistake.
He hates being picked up. I think he was thrown. If you pick him up he growls in anticipation even after 10 years. He has a sore neck and is whining in discomfort right now. His neck is arthritic. When we took him to the vet xrays discovered pellets all over his chest. The bastards shot him with something. He distrusts women. I think it was a woman who abused him.
What the hell is wrong with some people. ? Do they have children? What kind of private hell are they visiting on the world?
PS I tried through newspapers and humane society when we found him to locate the owners. Nobody came forth. One day on a walk ,a woman drove up ,rolled down the window and asked how long I had the dog. I had him a year then. I told her 4. She drove off. She was not getting my dog.
People who abuse pets deserve a special punishment. I am so sorry for Quincey.
How did he get out?
I live with a dog who was once abused, too. He’ll never be a “normal” dog. I’ve come to accept that. All I can do is try to make his life the best I can and work around his limitations.
I think the tone of this thread is more appropriate for MPSIMS.
I don’t know. I do not know how far he ran ,but we are 2 blocks from a very busy street . Our other beagle suffers from more normal beagle neglect. Nordberg was rescued from being chalned up in a back yard for a year. She had a huge chain that wore the hair off her neck . She was standoffish til she met Quincy. She has become a loving gentle animal, unless you are a squirrel. It took years for her hair and the infections to go away. Now she looks normal.
Many beagle owners see the dogs as hunting animals and lock them in a pen til needed. It disgusts me.
Keeping dogs chained disgusts me too.
I can’t imagine how anyone could hurt a beagle. They’re such sweet dogs. I’m so sorry your poor dog had to go through this and I hope he’ll be OK.
When I lived in Florida, someone shot and killed our chow. We had suspicions but never found out who did it and the dog was in our yard.
We adopted a puppie from a shelter, and one day while I walked across the living room with an extension cord in my hand Foxie ran to a corner and cringed. Made me think she was abused. She is a wonderful dog, but it shows that as a puppy she never learned to play. She has had us for seven years now, and loves to rough-house with the kids, but chase a ball? Forget it.
from Caridwen
I hope you are refering to chains in the literal sense. I keep my dog tethered at all times I am not in her presence to control her. I used to have a “dog-chain” but after an ugly incident in which the chain was wrapped around a leg, and the dog bolted for a squirrel, we changed to a plastic coated aircraft cable. The kind you can get at any every-thing mart. Even then we learned that sun deteriorates the plastic, and it cracks and can (and does) catch fur in the cracks. So it is replaced frequently. It is a low cost thing, less than ten dollars every four to six months. I tether the dog to keep her safe. The (in my opinion) less than responsible cat owners around here let them run free, and if my dog is not tethered runs a real risk of getting flattened by a car while chasing a cat. My dog likes being outside, I cannot be with her all the time. She does not appear to have a problem with being tethered. And she is also an indoor dog, she frequently jumps up on the bed and sleeps between me and my wife. I don’t mind, she has less facial hair. Just kidding on that one.
People who are mean to dogs suck. I hate them. The darkest circles of hell are reserved for them. We took in a Bassett Hound that a friend found beaten and starving in a park. She’s beautiful and gentle and oh so sweet. But she has issues.
We’d only had her a while and she peed on the rug. I reached forward for her to pull her outside and she bit me. Hard. My finger swelled up and I lost my nail and bled all over the place. Stupid me. I wasn’t thinking that people had hit her and my reaching for her probably looked to her like I was going to hit her. I felt terrible. If you pet her side, you can feel where her ribs had been broken and didn’t heal right.
We’ve had her for 3 years now, and she’s doing better. But if you approach her too fast, she will still sometimes give you a warning bark. But only if you are an adult. Kids can do whatever they want to her and she just takes it. We don’t let them, but if they trip on her or touch her ears, she just wags her tail. If I touch them, she warns me.
She’s very protective of my son. If I yell at him, she gets between us and barks at me. If he and his dad are playing around, rough-housing, she gets very upset. I’m pretty sure the home she came from abused not only her, but the kids as well.
Gonzomax, I’m a bit confused, was Quincy your dog already, and he got out and was harmed, or was a stray you took in?
Nope,he was walking down the street in a thunderstorm soaking wet and very sad. My son happened to look out the window and see a beagle walking down past the house. He was coming to find me a fish for animals.
Yes, I mean it in the literal sense as in people that keep their dog tied up all the time outside and never bring them in. The dogs that spend their life at the end of a 5-6 foot chain and only get fresh water or food when the owner happens to think about it. Not at all what you are describing.
from Caridwen:
You are quite right, and in the words of Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) I think this was him, and totally out of context, “I would that hell get them”
by the way the cable is twenty feet, carefully calculated to give maximum roamimg room, access to the back door, and yet not give her access to the garbage or get wrapped around the pear tree.
Gee moderator thinks dog cruelty is mundane and pointless.
I do not want to think too hard about the people. It is a place I do not want to go. Cruelty to living critters makes them dangerous and less than human.
I know it’s pretty sad really. It makes me sad to think of it. Well, I can only take solace in the fact that my puppies are more than spoiled by my loving parents now.
But still. 
It’s really sad when you know that a dog will be permanently scarred for life no matter how sweet you are to it. I had a weird dog like that once, although I’m not sure what happened to it. My roommate once took in an old miniature poodle. It was one of those things where you take them in until they get adopted. It was hilarious because we were living in New York, and his name was Joey, so we always talked about him with a really thick brooklyn accent. “Eyy Joey!” I don’t know if he was abused, but he had weird behavior patterns. He was extremely needy in that if he couldn’t get to where you are he’d start whining. I guess maybe he’d only known his owner, only his entire life. He wouldn’t go to the bathroom outside, only on one of those bed paddings for incontinent people.
But yeah, sorry about your dog. It’s surprising that he hadn’t gotten better since you got him at such a young age.
My dog, Auggie, was found in a ditch on the side of the road when he was about 6 months old. He was skinny and scared to death. We’ve had him for nearly 5 years, and he still has fear issues. The first several months I had him, if I would pick up something long, like a roll of wrapping paper or an umbrella, he’s cringe and cower. It broke my heart. He was also very hand shy. He still doen’t like being picked up or patted on the head, and if we wake him up by touching him, he growls and snaps (needless to say, we quit doing that when we figured it out). He also freaks out if he sees people argue, and it scares the crap out of him when I cry.
We have no idea what the first six months of his life were like. Our vet is sure he'd been abused, becasue of his fear reactions to certain things. Also, his tail has a kink in it that she thinks could have been caused by someone stomping on it or slamming it in a door. We have accepted that he will never be a super-affectionate dog who will let us wrestle around with him. But he obviously likes us, and he loves to play! He wasn't too sure what to do with a tennis ball at first, but he was a quick learner.
This is a picture of the worst abuse he's suffered since he's been with us:
http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c193/katie1341/IMG_0137.jpgI’m calling the humane society!
Merk, you will rot for that…
Correction, Katie will rot for that…
MPSIMS is also the place for people to announce the death of their parents, etc. Not because it’s mundane or pointless at all, but because there’s really no better fit.
You won’t find anyone who will argue with you that animal abusers are not fit to walk the earth.
Give Quincey a hug for me.
My family’s sweet Rusty, a very red golden, was found by a rescue group on the street half-starved. That alone was bad enough, because he has extreme thunderstorm anxiety and we assume that he either got away from previous owners in a storm or else was kicked out because of that. The worst part was that he had several BBs in his face when he was found. If I could get my hands on the creeps that did that to him…
He’s a neurotic mess anyway, but moving to a climate with far fewer storms and accompanying air pressure changes, he’s like a whole different dog. Soooooo sweet. Unfortunately, I don’t know where Mama Tiger has pictures of the pups posted or I’d link to them. I’ll have to ask her later.
Isaac the lab is scared of brooms. Again, if I could get my hands on whoever hit him with them…oh well. He’s turned into an awesome dog. And he thinks I’m his favorite person on Earth! I feel honored, though a bit undeserving. You all know how it is when they sit there looking at you in worship. I’m only human here!
Silly dogs. Whatever has happened to them before, I take a whole lot of comfort in knowing it’s not going to happen again on my watch. And not only that, but they are quite spoiled, though not allowed to be spoiled brats. I love the dogs!
I don’t know if I’d put the blame on the owners for causing it. You might be right about that being the reason he was abandoned, though. I’ve been tempted a time or two to kick my dog, Bean, out of the house because of it.
No-- I’m exaggerating. I’d never do that to her. She just can’t help it, poor thing. I have to admit it’s exhasperating to watch her shaking and crying because there’s a slight breeze, and when she won’t let us sleep because she’s terrified, it’s annoying, but I know she really can’t control it.
I’ve done everything I can to try to combat it: desensitiviaztion, medication, behavioral training . . . nothing has worked. I don’t know what it was that originally caused her problem. All I can do is dope her up when it happens.
It started out as a puppy being afraid of loud cracking sounds. I first noticed it one day when I went over to my grandfather’s house for trap-shooting. I took Bean with me everywhere in those days, and I’d put her in the house until it was safe to let her outside again. But when I opened the door she didn’t come bounding out. In fact, I couldn’t find her-- she was hiding in one of the bedrooms, shaking so violently that I wasn’t sure whether or not it was a seizure.
It happened again when we next had a thunderstorm. In the spring, storms can come up suddenly and emphatically. They’re awesome to watch because they’re bright and furious (though generally causing no damage and lasting only a short while.) She went into a frenzy of shaking and crying and trying to crawl onto my lap or bury herself beneath my leg. (Mind you, she was nearly 70 lbs when she was at her top form.)
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Ah, no big deal, thought I. Lots of dogs have thunderstorm anxiety,* I went to the vet, got her some dope and went on with life. I’d heard that it could get worse, but I didn’t understand how bad it could actually get.
Over time, her anxiety has increased to the point where any breeze at all sends her into a trembling panic. It happened yesterday, a absolutely gorgeous Spring day. The birds were singing, and it was about 70 degrees with bright sunshine and a soft breeze to keep you cool if you got warm from working out in the sun. And when I say “soft”, I’m saying that it was barely enough to stir my wind chimes. She spent that day glued to my side, panting furiously, and shaking so badly I bet her muscles were sore that evening.
It’s been a bad week for us. Two days, it rained (and rain will trigger it, too. Doesn’t have to be a thunderstorm any more.) Then, for three days, it was breezy. She spent all week stoned.
It’s coming to the point where I’m starting to worry about being cruel. At what point does her problem start affecting quality of life?
Its’ great that you and Quincy found each other. Some people just aren’t fit to care for other living beings.