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Puppy Love

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

“The puppy is sick,” was the first thing I heard when I walked into the shelter today and the last thing I wanted to hear.  I walked over to her cage. Her name is Morgan. She was the last puppy from Sadie’s litter. Sadie had given birth in our shelter after we rescued her from the side of the highway. Morgan is a 12 week old pit bull mix.

She was standing behind the cage bars looking at me with sad eyes. Then she started to cough. “Call the vet and tell them I am bringing the puppy over,” I said as I opened the cage door and took Morgan in my arms.

Morgan was a gem in the car. She sat on the passenger seat leaning up to gaze out the window. Once she started to bite the knob on the radio and the station changed. I guess she didn’t like the song. She barely coughed on the way to the vet. Sometimes just being out of the shelter environment helps them relax.

The waiting room was crowded in Howard Beach Animal Clinic and we had to wait awhile but Morgan was extremely good. She sat on my lap the whole time. I was just grateful that they were able to squeeze us in at all.

Dr Weinstein saw Morgan.  “What a beautiful puppy!” he said.  He examined her and listened to her cough. “Do you have a nebulizer at the shelter?” he asked. I nodded. “Nebulize her three times a day and give her this three times  a day.” He handed me an envelope with meds in it. 

The volunteers were finishing up walking the dogs, the staff finishing up cleaning.  We hooked up the nebulizer for Morgan and realized there was no sterilized water. So back to the vet I went, sans Morgan this time, to pick up the water.  When I came back Morgan was asleep on top of a giant blue stuffed elephant I had just washed for her at the laundry mat. She was so happy to have her “friend” back. Veronica, our wonderful morning superviser, nebulized her and given her her meds.

Puppies are so fragile. I hated leaving her at the shelter. I went outside and dig in the box of doggie coats for some small coats that would fit Morgan. I was seriously considering taking her home till she got better. Its so hard for them to feel better in the shelter especially when they are coughing like this.

“We caught it early,” Veronica said. “She will be better soon.”

I kept my plan to myself as I picked out a couple of coats and put them on top of her cage. I’d have to keep her crated a lot though I think the crate I have is bigger than the cage she is in now… It was a risk bringing a sick dog home. She could get my dogs sick if I wasn’t careful.  I thought about where I would put her… in the office was the best room though my dogs would have to pass her on their way in and out of the yard. My dogs sleep in my bedroom with me so that wouldn’t be good… I’d  have to clear out a space in the office. I just moved and all my unpacked boxes were in the office…

I decided to go home first, set things up and tomorrow if she didn’t sound any better I would bring her home.  I really couldn’t just walk in the house with Morgan. My dogs would try to jump up and sniff her and be going crazy.

When I left the shelter she was sleeping. The rest of the dogs watched me leave. Lennox, a white pit mix that I take to Alley Pond Park on weekends whimpered when I left. My heart breaks everytime I leave.

I stopped by our Atlas Adoption Center on the way home to meet with Bobbi and Denise, the wonderful girl who works the night shift at the Vetport. I make sure she knows how to use the nebulizer. “I told Mike we might have to bring the puppy home,” Denise said. Mike is her significant other.  “I don’t want to leave her there sick. He has off all next week and can take care of her.”  I just smiled at her. Denise has a huge heart. She already adopted one of the puppies because she brought her home when she was sick.

At home, I can’t stop thinking about Morgan. It breaks my heart when they get sick at the shelter. The shelter can be stressful enough without being ill.  I have everything set up incase I have to take her home tomorrow.

Even as I updated our Facebook page I came across photos of Morgan and Scotch playing in the grass at the Vetport. Scotch is a big pit bull who loved all of the puppies. He and Morgan are now best friends.  I remember the day we resced her mom off the highway and I remember the day she and the other pups were born at the shelter.  That puppy will probably be in my dreams tonight! These dogs just have a way of getting into your heart and head.  I am saying a prayer that Morgan feels better soon. I can’t wait to see her playing in the grass with Scotch again or even better yet, adopted into a great home.

To learn more about Scotch – visit Scotch’s Profile

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The Life You Can Save

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

The New York City shelters are full of pit bulls and pit mixes. Often it seems no matter how many we rescue or adopt out, they are just drops in the ocean. Rescues never seem to make  a dent.

Recently I heard of dogs being pulled off the euth list (which is always full of pit bulls and pit mixes) by rescues and then the rescue backing out because the dogs look “too pitty.” This breaks my heart. The animal’s last hope walked away because of how he looks, something the animal cannot help.

That is why for us, its not about the breed. We are an all breed rescue. We believe they are all entitled to a happy, healthy life in a loving, responsible home. Senior animals, anmals that need surgeries, newborn kittens that need to be bottle fed, animals that need rehabilitation, small dogs, big dogs- if they need help, we will do our best to help them. For us, its about nothing more than the life we can save.

Recently one of our volunteers received a phonecall about a dog abandoned in an apartment building in Queens. The dog was taken to Animal Control by the police. I received the dog’s Animal Control ID number and looked him up on the website. I found a blurry photo of a white and brown pit bull huddled in the corner, staring at the camera like a deer in headlights.

There was nothing about the photo that would attract an adopter. This is why when I went to pick the dog up from Animal Control the next days I was so surprised. Here was this absolutley gorgeous animal with the softest white fur, beautiful reddish-tan markings including an adorable patch over one eye. He was around 55 lbs with a big block head and stunning hazel eyes.

I was handed his leash and took him outside for a walk. He seemed a little nervous, anxious, uncertain of his circumstances. He sniffed here and there and then did his business. When we put him in the car, he climbed gracefully into the backseat and curled up in the corner, resting his head on the cushion with a sigh.

How easy, I thought, it would have been for this dog to slip through the cracks of the city’s animal sheltering system. He was one of many, many, many beautiful pit bulls in need. If someone hadn’t called us to let us know about him, this dog’s chances of making it out of Animal Control alive would have been very slim.

 When we arrived at the Bobbi and the Strays shelter, we took the dog, now named Scotch, out for a long walk around the area. Scotch took his time sniffing and exploring, putting each paw gingerly down on the soft freshly cut grass.  He was a little nervous still, as most new dogs are when we bring them to our shelter. They don’t know where they are, why they are there and I think most of them wonder, especially the ones coming out of Animal Control, if they are truly safe now.

We fixed his cage up with a soft comforter, some food and fresh water.  Scotch was very skinny so we would have to feed him extra till he reached a healthy weight. He also had missing fur on his neck and chest as if someone had a harness on him that was too tight. I scheduled him for a vet appointment to make sure.

I sat petting Scotch for a long time till it was time to leave the shelter for the night. When I closed the cage door, he cried, staring up at me with big hazel eyes. I couldn’t resist and went to pet him again. Not only did his tail wag back and forth in delight, but his whole body did a happy dance. “What a nice dog,” I thought. Thinking of how he would have been overlooked if we didn’t receive the phone call made me shake my head. There has to be a better way to educate the public about all the great dogs that are dying in our city shelters, all the great dogs like Scotch that just need someone to give them a chance.

I felt extremely happy that were able to help Scotch. Though he has a way to go still. His rescue journey isn’t over yet.  There will be many photos and videos taken, vet visits, adoption visits from prospective families and then once a match is made, there will be a home check and reference check, lots of follow ups to make sure everything is going smoothly. A lot of work has to be done still before Scotch is truly home.  I looked over my shoulder at him one more time before I left. His tail was still wagging.

It will be worth it. There is no doubt.

It may not have seemed like we have done a lot. Saving this one big headed pit bull among hundreds of others.  But we saved a life. And you can’t look into Scotch’s eyes and say that it does not matter. His whole world has changed. The world of the family that is lucky enough to adopt him will change too. And once he is adopted, it will open up the space to save one more from euthanasia at our city shelters.

I close my eyes and think about all the animals we have adopted out and how we get  updates of the animals lying in beds, playing in the yard or at the park from the wonderful people who adopted them. I imagine getting an update about Scotch, a photo of him lying in the grass, chewing on his favorite bone, all the worries and weight that he carried in these times of uncertainty are long gone.

Each life matters. It is as simple as that.

Adopt a stray, save a life.

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To adopt or foster Scotch please email Adopt@bobbicares.org