"free seven month old Australian Shepherd puppy".....that was the ad
in the local free newspaper. You know the type; called the Thrifty Nickel.
This was the start of our love affair with our now furbaby that we now
call; "WYATT."
He was frightened and cowaring inside the house we went to pick him
up. The woman said that he was "housetrained, but you have to watch him."
He was thrown into the rear cargo area of our 1989 JEEP with his
bowels extremely loose and strong odor and grainey. He was partly quivering and partly not communicatable.
His coat was dull and so was his eyes. He did not make eye contact.....my
heart sunk and at the pit of my stomach I felt this sickness that wouldn't go away.
My mind thought, "why do people do these terrible things?"
We had to keep him outside for a few days to let his system clean out
of the garbage food that they had obviously been feeding him for some time. All that would come out was pure sludge
liquid.
When his system finally settled down; we fed him the formula of Diamond
puppy food that we feed all our Rescues, he started to jump up & down like a "Pogo Stick". He's still doing that
all the time when he sees us either through the door or when we are outside playing with him.
He smiles; he romps, he cuddles and talks back at times....but we love
him without saying. He loves loud squeaky toys, bike tires and their inner tubes. He's full of jetfuel energy.
His coat now is full, shiny, wavy and soft. He lets us know that
he is soooo thankful that we took him away from what he was living in....and we are glad also. He's added a great deal
to our BIG furry happy family.
He now is FIVE times bigger, longer and has put on weight that he needed.
He's a handsome little guy. He knows come, sit, down, stay and of course his name (which is a lot better than "Dinky")
Some name, huh?
