How was it that I could let society take hold of a dogs life and destroy it so. She suffers and I know what not to do. I know what I should have done, but that is in the past. Now she suffers and what does society do, nothing I tell you. She is allowed to suffer physically, emotionally and mentally; yes dogs suffer too!
(Taken with my own camera during her stay)
The Anger The Pain
Scooter is her name from over seas is where she came from. She has problems don’t we all but to a dog; she just doesn’t understand why she must suffer. With her eyes I was able to see the need for love she craved. For a month she stayed with us, it was rough she was not house trained, and it was believed she suffered, distemper as a puppy.
After 6 weeks in quarantine in some god forsaken third world country, and 8 weeks here in the state, they said she shed the distemper virus, but the damage had been done. She has nerve damage in her left hip; leg region and only time would tell is the twitch would ever go away.
Scooter and I ran; when she ran you would never think there was a problem, if I had been a long distant runner I am sure she would have kept up, but I am not and so we would have to stop. She did just about everything right, she slept even with that stupid twitch, she loved to play; I would take all her toys, chew bones and treats hide them in a pair of converses my son gave to her, and toss it under her quilt. It would take her about a half hour to get both sneakers out and all her belonging back to where she felt they should be. She is just a puppy and she loved chewing on our arms, hands and even our toes; occasionally she got rough and I had to put her in place. She has a heart, she has feeling, and if I pissed her off she let me know; she would get my attention head to my bedroom, go around to my side of the bed, and piss. Which really pissed me off, and then she would look at me as she left the room. A female she definitely was!
She has been taken from our home, the story has never been clear, but when I visited her today, I though for sure my heart would break. She was not the Scooter I brought there on June 19th, just before Father’s Day; you would think as a kennel they would take better care of her. They failed her, I failed her; and now I think in her depressed state, she letting herself slip away, oh how my heart is broken by the cruelty of the human race.
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