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In
case this is your first meeting of Phoenix , she is a cruelty/neglect
case seized by the CB SPCA. When I went to see her at the shelter,
she was almost lifeless and had a terribly broken spirit. To look
at her, you would have thought she was about 12-15 years old. I
went back to pick her up on Friday. I thought Phoenix was a suitable
name for her and the re-birth / new beginning that I
hoped she would have.
When
we reached my car and I opened the door, she panicked again and
tried to run away. I held her by the collar, scooped her up and
put her in the front seat until I could go back in the shelter and
tell them I was leaving. I opened the door to get in and she bolted.
I caught the leash and picked her up again (shes frightened
of being picked up and crouches, trying to flee backwards). I put
her in the car as I got in shes small enough to do
that. During the whole drive home she was nervous, frozen in fear,
with her overgrown nails curved into my seat. Each time I touched
her, even if she was watching, she flinched. It saddened me. She
has a large scar on the top of her head that looked to be open quite
a bit and several scars across her back and her tail (docking length).
I tried to walk her around and get her to pee when we arrived home
, but nothing. In the house we went. I had to carry her as she wouldnt
enter. I stuffed her in the crate (almost literally) and left her
there while I tended to my animals.
About
an hour later I came back down offering food. She bounded out of
the crate and then froze she couldnt walk on the hard
floor (laminate). She was stiff with fear. I offered a dog bed,
sliding it closer to her and she hopped on it with relief. Then,
she accepted the food, but watched as I watched her, wondering why
I was baiting her. Nonetheless, I was happy that she actually ate
it. She then had a little water. She slipped off of the dog bed
and froze again. There was a nearby ottoman, so she leaned against
it, scared to move. She wanted to come near me and I tried to coax
her, but she wouldnt move. She just stood there, staring at
me. Part of me wonders how long that would have lasted.
I
placed another dog bed near for her to use as a bridge to the other.
She was happy with this. She stood and allowed me to touch her a
bit, but was still nervous. After a short while, I took her out
for a bathroom break nothing. I returned her to the crate
and would try again shortly. When I came back down, and let her
out, she bolted out again, and froze. I scooped her up right away
anyway, to take her outside. Unfortunately, she had peed in her
crate. Well, at least she finally peed! Outside she didnt
do anything else. I spent some more time with her and bathed her,
feeling sorry that she was so frightened that she crouched and plastered
herself to the tub floor.
So,
she had a pretty good night in the crate, probably frightened of
her new surroundings and tired from her ordeal. She peed outside
Saturday morning, and ate breakfast. I bathed her again, and allowed
her some time in the room alone while I went and got about my own
business. She did very well. We had an early morning appointment
at the SPCAs vet, so I brought her out for a short walk where
she peed again, and put her in the back of my car. She was frightened,
but didnt seem as bad as the day before. At least she picked
her head up this time.
The vet was appalled at her condition. He said that the kind of
condition she was in had required months and months of neglect.
We did leave with multiple prescriptions and treatments, but it
wasnt anything that isnt treatable. She may have underlying
issues to contend with, but the visible ones will have to be tackled
first. I was actually quite impressed at her resilience.
So,
with instructions and an armory of test results and medications,
we headed home. Once home, I took her for a walk around the back
yard and she peed and pooped! Her first one.
We
went back in and she got situated on the dog bed again. I gave her
a rawhide bone that I had in that room from a long time ago and
she was quite happy. I left her alone for a while and she did well
all on her own. Saturday was basically just a bonding time to help
her get adjusted. Already I could see a huge improvement. Its
amazing what a little food will do.
So,
overall, she is just a doll. Its going to be a challenge to
teach her things, as she knows nothing of a normal life. She has
no concept of a leash or any normal things. She seems
quite frightened of other animals, although her interests are peaked
at cats outside. Im not testing her with dogs just yet, but
I have a feeling shell do well, especially with Chimera. Shes
had puppies before, so she must have met one at sometime.
Shes
going to be like a young puppy, naïve to the world. The difference
being that she does know some of the world, and has been frightened
by it.
Phoenix
is a prime example of the detrimental effects of chaining a dog
outside 24/7. Without receiving socialization and interaction from
humans and from other dogs, living in isolation, poor Phoenix has
no concept of kindness or of indoor living. Thankfully, she has
a patient savior, one that will work with her to overcome her fears
and will teach her how to become a happy, well-adjusted dog.
If
you've been touched by Phoenix's story, and would like to help us
free more chained dogs, all donations are gratefully accepted. Thank
you!
If
you'd like to donate via regular USPS mail, you may print
out this form in .pdf
format, and send to P.O. Box 23, Tipton, PA 16684
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