Awww/// heart breaker Ardy -------Original Message------- From: Judy Moon Date: 1/26/2012 7:11:04 AM To: [email protected] Subject: RE: [Chihuahuas] Growling snappy Chi's Pam, You described my little Jewell. This is her story. I wrote it from what I was told by those who rescued her in Puerto Rico. The little white dog lay in a heap, quivering and whining in pain. “What have I done wrong?” she thought. This last beating had left her with a broken hind leg and now she had been dumped on Dead Dog Beach. Puerto Rico was not a good place to be an animal. No laws concerning animal cruelty were enforced. Animals were often put to sleep by shooting, drowning or burning. Dead animals lined the roads. Dogs were dumped on this portion of the beach so often it was called Dead Dog Beach. The little white dog limped slowly along the beach trying to find a place to hide, maybe to die. She did not care anymore. She was almost unrecognizable as a dog. Her white coat was covered with open sores caused by fleas, flies and maggots. It was stained with her blood. She looked more like a piece of walking raw hamburger than a dog. She existed by eating other dead animals, garbage and sometimes by stealing food left where she could get it. Her leg healed slowly and she finally could use it in a hippity hop gait. One day as she was rummaging thru the dump for food she heard a voice. It was a woman walking towards her. A very wonderful food smell was being wafted from the woman to her by the wind. But she was frightened. People meant pain, horrible pain, starvation and any other abuse they could think of. The little white dog started backing away. “What could this person want, but to hurt her again?” The woman stopped and set a bowl down and walked away. Slowly the little white dog sneaked up on the food with many stops and starts. It smelled wonderful and she gobbled it down and looked for more. The next day the woman came back with more food. Day after day she came back. She left food for the little white dog and for several other dogs on the beach. Finally one day the woman sat down and coaxed the little white dog to her. When she had the little white dog in her arms she carried her carefully to a waiting truck. Several dogs were already in the truck. The truck was driven into a place that resounded with the crys and barking of animals. “This must be hell the little white dog thought. More hurts, more beatings. Why oh why did I let her catch me?” When the lady opened the cage door , the little white dog attacked. The lady quickly bundled her into a towel and carried the raging little white dog into a building. She was placed in a cage with food and water and a soft blanket. She ate, drank and laid on the blanket, waiting for whatever might happen. After a few days of getting food and water, and being petted when she would allow it, she was finally carried into a room that smelled of a lot of chemicals. Here she was carefully and gently washed all over. The fleas and maggots were washed away. Next a medicine that smelled terrible but did not hurt too much was applied all over. Some little pins were stuck in her and some awful medicine was forced down her throat. Just about the time she was deciding to bite the next person, she was picked up and carried gently back to her cage. For several days she ate, drank and rested. Slowly she began to feel better Her skin began to heal and hair began to grow back in. When the lady came now to bring her food she gave the little white dog a few pats and some soft words. After several weeks, the little white dog felt like a new dog. She was white and brown and kind of cute. Little white dog still carried a big chip on her shoulder and did not really trust anyone. She felt better outside, but inside she was still angry and afraid. One day the lady came and put the little white dog into a carrier. Then the carrier was placed in a truck. Then she was put in a huge room that rumbled and roared for hours. Then her carrier was placed in another truck. When this truck stopped two people came and picked up the carrier and took it into a house. They set the carrier down in a large room and opened the carrier door. The little white dog snarled and scrunched back as far as she could. The people turned and left. The little white dog waited a long time before she crawled out of the carrier. There were several other dogs in runs just like hers. All the smells were strange. Everything was strange, but there was food and water and a blanket. Finally she ate and drank and went to sleep. For several days the two people would come in and feed and water all the dogs. They talked gently and petted those dogs which would let them. They cleaned the pens and washed the blankets. The little white dog just sat in a corner. Then one day the man came in and sat down in the little white dogs run. He sat there and talked softly. All the time he held a treat in his hands. Slowly the little white dog crept up and snatched the treat away. Day after day the man or the woman came and sat down in the run with treats and soft words. Slowly the little white dog began to accept the pats and strokes given with a treat. After a white she began to look forward to the people coming. Then one day she walked right up to the front of the run and begged for the treat. Oh she did not beg like the other dogs. She was reserved and quiet, but she wanted that treat and the petting oh so badly. She had never known kindness before. A few weeks later groups of strange people came thru the building. They looked at this dog and that. Finally they would be all excited and take a dog away with them. But when they came to the little white dog’s run she fled to the far corner and snarled at all that approached. When the day was done, almost all the dogs were gone. But there in her run sat the little white dog. Sometime later a single woman came in. She sat with the little dog and talked gently. She did not offer a treat, but just sat and talked. She would then sit quietly and listen. Her mind was open and she heard what the little white dog was saying. “Fear, pain, hunger, thirst” The lady just sat and the white dog listened. “I cannot take away your past, but I can give you a better future” the lady thought. Slowly the little white dog edged closer until she was actually in the lap of the lady. The lady cuddled the little white dog. Slowly the little white dog relaxed into the lady’s arms. Gently the lady picked her up and walked out of the run, out of the big room, into the house. She said to the people, “I will take this one. I’ve named her Precious Jewel.” The lady and Jewel got into a truck and drove forever. Finally stopping at a house. The lady took Jewel into the house. It smelled of dogs and cats and peace and love. Jewel met all the other animals and a man. The man’s name was Jimmy and he was sweet and kind. He loved little Jewel right from the start. But Jewel was reserved for several months. Then one evening she crawled into his lap and laid her head on his knees. Jimmy was very happy and pleased. They grew to be great friends. Then one day Jimmy went away. He never came back. The lady was very sad and cried a lot. Little Jewel waited and waited and waited. Then there was a lot of things going on. Everything was being packed or sold or given away. Finally two big trucks came and everything was loaded.
Little Jewel and the other animals were terrified. What was happening? Would they be left behind? Finally they were put into carriers and put into a truck. For two days they drove and drove. Finally they arrived at a strange new place. After everyone had left, they were let out of their crates to explore. A lot went on for several months. People came and changed the place. The lady still cried and that scared the other animals. After a long time, no more people came. The lady still cried. Jewel still waited. Things fell into a comfortable routine. Jewel and all the cats and other dogs slept with their “mommy” in a huge bed. Jewel still waits for her Jimmy to come back. Written by Judy Moon 3/2/08 Judy Moon, a prayer warrior for Christ "May grace and spiritual peace be yours from God our Father and from the Lord Jesus Christ." Jewell, Mary, Martha, Dakota, Becky, Nicky, Gabby, Joy (dogs) Dark Angel, Peter, Paul, Leah, Sarah, Tag, Ruth, Esther (cats) Libby, the parrot From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Pam Dean Sent: Thursday, January 26, 2012 7:59 AM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [Chihuahuas] Growling snappy Chi's Rescues are a different world entirely for sure. Trust issues abound for obvious reasons. I wish I could see in their little heads and speak to them .would make helping them so much easier. From: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Thursday, January 26, 2012 7:51 AM Subject: [Chihuahuas] Growling snappy Chi's I have 2 chi's. One you can move anywhere and no complaints. The other, a rescue that was scheduled for euthenasia, is something else. I 've had him for 10 yrs now and he still growls if you go to move him in or out of bed. He still checks every treat as tho I was poisoning him and goes thru a whole song and dance with his food dish before he starts eating. He jumps back , sneaks up on it , jumps back again etc. He growls when I put his harness on-no matter how much training I've done with him and how gentle I am that just seems to be ingrained in him. He will also "snap" but it's a fake he never bites, ever. No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 2012.0.1901 / Virus Database: 2109/4766 - Release Date: 01/25/12
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