Sometimes they have lots in common. In the last couple of weeks we have taken in both.
I got the call about Sasha months ago. She was in a shelter but we thought she was safe. Like so many poor dogs, Sasha was going crazy in the shelter. It doesn’t matter how good the shelter is, no dog should be there for that long. Sasha started to act out and I got the call ever rescue dreads. Sasha was in desperate need of getting out of there. She had growled and snapped at people and it was decided that she could not be adopted if she was displaying those traits. I tried and tried but I couldn’t find a foster home for her. While I was in Kelowna they told me she was going to be euthanized. I sat on the steps of the Noah’s Wish shelter crying in frustration. Days later when I returned things were no better. But as sometimes happens an angel appeared. Not one with wings or a glowing face, but a tiny lady that had opened her heart to tough dogs before and was more than willing to give this girl a chance. And it was only because of other angels in the background that we found her.
Sasha has been in her foster home for awhile now and while she is still settling in, she is showing that she can be a lovable dog. She goes to people quickly for pets and is one of those rottie (crosses) that is a leaner. She would do better in a hope with no other pets but rather someone that can show leadership and fairness. Someone that loves the older ones and has some knowledge about living with this breed.
And then there was the pup. If you know me at all you know I don’t really care for pups. And this one had had the worst start of any of them. No, he wasn’t beaten, starved, or abused. But worse for him, he was allowed to act out in any way that he wanted to. No one would or could stand up to him and he had started to bite. Not your cute little puppy manner, but as a bully intent on showing the world how tough he was. Zeke was 5 months old and hell bent on gaining his desires anyway that he could. And again, another angel appeared. This time in the shape of an friend that had the training, patience and ability to show Zeke that life as a pack member instead of the head dog was a better way to live. Zeke is a work in progress. But progressing he is. And like Sasha, he needs a firm leader who will stand their ground and not allow him to fall back into his old ways.
Both these dogs have the same problem. Whoever owned them failed them. Both these dogs could have lost their lives had angels not stepped into help. Sasha only had a short while. Zeke, well he may be a puppy right now, but he is quickly growing and a dog that has no boundaries is a dangerous animal.
I will be forever in the debt of the angels that have helped us help them.
