In mid-November, a stray black Doberman Pinscher was impounded by Abilene Animal Services. She had no ID tags, no microchip, no tattoo. She was never claimed by her owner(s). On Thanksgiving, she whelped nine puppies. The facility was closed that day. Two of the pups died soon after.
San Antonio Doberman Advocacy and Rescue took her into their adoption program and I am to be their foster mom. The DoberMomma and her seven pups arrived at my place Saturday morning.
D.M. is settling in. She was a bit wary of me at first, which is understandable, as she had no idea who I was. She was very thin and didn’t have much milk. I began by offering her condensed chicken-noodle soup and canned dog food mixed with turkey broth every two hours or so. I am transitioning her to Eukanuba puppy kibble as quickly as I can.
There are four female and three male pups. Although all are black with rust “points”, one of the pups has a distinct “reddish” tint to its fur. At least one of the pups has a bit of white on the tips of some of its rear toes. At least two of the pups have white/pink claws on their hind feet. Two pups are very dark, with small rust points. I have handled the pups only a little and will wait to do so until D.M. is used to me. (When I approach the nest, she stands up to watch me, which means the pups can’t nurse.)
D.M. is much younger than the “four years old” Abilene A.S. listed as her age. Based on the condition of her teeth, I think she’s between eighteen months and two years old. Although she was severely underweight when she was impouded, she has a glossy coat and no callouses on her elbows/hocks–signs that she has been taken care of. Why on earth didn’t her owner(s) claim her? Oh, and she has a urinary tract infection.
The family has a vet appointment on Monday, at which time D.M. will be named. The rescue group typically names their Dobes after Texas towns, and I suggested “Luling” because it’s a fun word to say. Either that or “Old Dime Box” (just kidding!) Maybe “Venus” (ZIP code: 76084)? I haven’t met many dogs named that.
While on a potty break, D.M. met one of the feral cats I’m feeding. She really wanted to go after him, but the silly kitty thought I’d brought him a new playmate! Well, if he can wait until the pups are four weeks old, he will get all the attention he seeks.
Here is a link to some pix I took when they arrived, then about an hour later, when D.M. had settled enough to nurse the pups: http://www.flickr.com/photos/60141434@N07/sets/72157628264090973/.
A very big thanks to everyone involved in getting this young mother and her family out of danger. Without their help, these eight dogs would have been yet another heart-rending statistic.