Thank you for the tributes... and a window into the real world lives of the tortured innocents produced by puppy mills. There surely is a special place for all of you who give so much of yourselves. Despite their former lives, you give them the chance to know what love is about.
I'm sure your heart breaks a bit more with every PM damaged but now cherished pup that eventually crosses the bridge. Doris, Mom to Quinn the Eskimo Angel , Wagner the Shaggy Professor, Baby Fox, our pom-eskie rescue fireball, and ... Drum Roll Please!!!!! Our NEW pom-eskie (and something with short legs) rescue boy.... Ziggy (Stardust)!!! -----Original Message----- From: capnray <[email protected]> To: eskielovers <[email protected]>; eskiepeople <[email protected]>; eskieshots <[email protected]>; EskieAllies <[email protected]>; Kees3plus <[email protected]> Sent: Mon, Nov 8, 2010 10:10 pm Subject: [eskiepeople:15381] Anna Several years ago I became involved in Keeshond rescue...as a transporter and friend. One Sunday afternoon I I spotted an e-mail that this group was going "under cover" to a puppy mill auction to buy the dogs. I dubbed it "The Great Fargo Raid". Upon arrival, they found no Keeshonden, but did find 12 Eskies...bought the lot. I advised them that I was full and could not take in any. at work on Monday I received, via email, "news" that they had a male for me. What could I do? I accepted and met 3 1/2 year old "Barking Barnyards Fantastic Sam", a snarly fear biter later that evening. Fortunately, the crate came with him. I placed the crate in a sheltered outdoor kennel, provided food and water, opened the crate and fled. Well, I found that replenishing food and water daily did not get me bit, however attempting communication returned a beautiful set of teeth. This went on for four days, while the "house Eskies" played in the yard and got in the house at night. Bedtime on the fourth night had Sam howling like the dogs from hell. I got up from bed and went to talk to him. Putting my hand in the kennel got kisses and my allowance to pet him. I set up a crate for him and we are buddies since, however, he is a fear biter with new people and will nip. OH, this is about Anna, but she did not arrive then. As the others found foster homes, forever homes one remained...Anna Mae. I was contacted and asked if I would take her. I replied that I would...my first female Reskie. Well, Anna (9 1/2 years at the time) was the most frightened dog I have ever seen. Picking her up (after corralling her) had her clinging for dear life. Petting and cooing for hours did little. She spent her time in the house under a chest of drawers, eating treats only after I left the room. Several times she managed to escape the yard and late night ventures into neighbor's yards are fond memories. One night I was unable to find her, posted lost and found the next day and flyers in the neighborhood. Two weeks later she was found in a barn 6 miles (as the crow flies) away. She was spotted in cow poop, frightened, but a good bath changed that. The bath gained a bit of confidence, she would take treats from my hand and if scared, would not run outside, but under the chest of drawers. Years have past and she is now with us in S. IN. She just passed 16 years in June. She sometimes "plops" like a puppy to play when I meet her in the morning and seeks me out for petting. She is still a bit "hand shy", but obviously has firm confidence in me. I'm guessing that Anna is slowing prematurely, she produced 45 pups in her 9 1/2 years. Although Sam and Anna were at the same facility, they were actually brought for the auction from two separate "breeders". Sam has bonded with Daisy ($15, last on the table, 8 1/2 years then), who came from a subsequent auction. After Daisy came Frankie ($.10 to cover paperwork), a scared, one eyed, 18 month old male who finally placed in a loving home. Recent developments have me thinking about how much cover was involved with the "undercover" buys. Those sellers were disposing of "used" breeding stock, knew damn well that rescues would buy them. Facts: Sam was aggressive, Anna was over age, Daisy too, Frankie was born with an eye defect. They bet on rescue to buy the old stock for the few extra bucks of a bullet and the diesel to bury them. Buyer beware, the millers milk every $. I would not trade any one of my puppy mill dogs for any $, they are special and if anyone buys from auction, expect heartache and keeping the dog as family. The above is in honor of my lovely Anna who I expect will slip to The Bridge sooner than if she was not bred so often. The picture is of Miracle, an example of poor breeding. Miracle has a POC ( piece of crap)heart. Multiple birth defects keep her blood flowing, but she will not have a normal lifetime. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Eskiepeople" group. 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