I Rescued A Human Today

Thanks to my friends at the ASD Rescue group & chat room for posting this. The author is unknown, but the story is dear to all of us who "rescued" animals. The picture above was taken at the shelter where Orion found us.

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.

As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life.

She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.

A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well. Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.

I rescued a human today.

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Shepherd or Shark?

I think Orion caught me looking at Bad Dog Rufus the other day, because today he took his usual separation anxiety antics to a new level. Rufus might be trouble, but at least his adventures have earned him (and his owners) a reality show gig, which probably helps put kibble on the table. Orion... let's just say he's a monetary black hole. The latest victim? His $200+ "gorilla tough" dog crate from Drs. Foster & Smith.

I grabbed my youngest (human) child and headed off to the gym at about 9:30 this morning. My DH was supposed to be home shortly thereafter since he has to work the midnight watch tonight. Even though Orion was only supposed to be home alone for a few minutes, I still dutifully crated him. Crating Orion involves one padlock and 6 metal carabiners that screw closed. He looks up at me mournfully and as I reinforce the two latches all around the crate door I remind him that we would have let him sleep on the leather couch, but no, he had to leave and take the cats with him. It's a calm but not pleasant or quick process. Anyway, a few minutes later, I left.

My daughter and I both enjoyed ourselves at the gym, and knowing that my DH was home now, I ran another errand. On the way home from my second stop, however, my DH called to tell me he was still stuck at work - it was now noon. Great. The %$%#! dog has now been unexpectedly home alone for almost 3 hours. Hoping for the best, I headed straight home.

I opened the front door, which is good, because I've found it wide open before. No dog. Good, because if he had gotten out he would be greeting me right now. I walked back to the bedroom and over to his crate. Wait. What's that on the floor? Why, they're the bars from his crate! Scattered over the floor in front of the crate were two of the metal bars, warped and twisted into little metal snakes. So much for "Durable welded steel construction" and "Closely spaced, heavy-duty 6- and 9-gauge wire, the sturdiest cage wire available." We'd already long since laughed off the "Dog-proof cam lock foils even the best escape artist, yet is easy to open for you". Here is a picture of what was left of the bars (with my keys for reference, and well, I'd just walked in the door):


Where the bars had been is now a wide gap, and crate door itself was so badly warped and chewed that the padlock was the only thing holding it on. Maybe we could recoup some of our losses if we enter him in a locksmithing contest or something? Here is a picture of his destroyed bed (big holes torn in it, covered in drool and pee, which is just lovely), the waffled crate door falling off its hinges, and, sadly, the bloody drool on the floor from his chewing efforts:


Orion is fine, lest you worry. In fact, I think it cleaned his teeth a little bit (good, less doggie dental costs!). But this latest event has us wondering just how strong is this dog? The damage to the crate reminded me of something I saw a few weeks ago at the amazing Tennessee Aquarium in Chattanooga: a shark cage, after a Great White gave it a test bite.

Orion isn't even a "chewer". In fact, when we thought he was mostly Lab, we gave him tons of chew toys and couldn't understand why he didn't like any of them. We tried to keep him entertained in our absence with Kong Toys and chew toys filled with treats, but he wouldn't touch them. Now he eats a hunk of metal. We may never know his breed, and I question his intelligence regularly (I suspect that's mutual), but we're finally catching on to how catastrophic those canines can be!