Most of you know that I lost my babydog Patches in September. I NEVER thought I’d get another dog, but I did say that if I found a Puppy Mill survivor, I’d gladly adopt her/him. My son and I have been looking for a few weeks, and finally on Wednesday, the 13th (which btw was my oldest son’s birthday) I did find one, and did adopt her. Another thing I kept saying was that I wouldn’t adopt any dog that looked in any way like Patches. And Desi definitely doesn’t.
This is Dessabell (we call her Desi). Isn’t she adorable? I’ve never had a really small dog and would not have gone looking for a
Pekingese (we found out she’s actually a Japanese Chin) but a shelter in Sarasota had a bunch of puppy mill dogs and when I saw her I knew she was the one I wanted. Desi was found in a puppy mill that a woman had at her home, and was one of 250 dogs. I just don’t understand how anyone could harm an innocent animal. So horribly sad! Anyway, I kinda felt like I was…(don’t know if betraying is the right word) but I did feel a lot of bad/sad thoughts about getting another dog because of Patches, but I knew she would want me to rescue this broken doggy.
My son and I took Desi to the vet yesterday just to make sure she was doing ok because she was spayed the day before we adopted her, and also to get more detailed information on her health than we got when we adopted her. She does have a few missing teeth, had two ticks and some fleas, but that’s pretty much it other than underweight from not being fed enough. I plan on getting her groomed toward the end of the month, as soon as her stitches heal.
She just turned 2 years old on Dec. 31st. The longer a dog is in a puppy mill the worse their health is. She doesn’t walk around much because of being in a small cage with other dogs and not having room to walk around. She was living in a cage and not being taken outside, and hasn’t figured out grass yet. It’s a new feel, new smell etc. And she still can’t hold much food at a time, but all these things will improve with time. She is starting to wag her tail when we go near her or talk to her. She’s never been on a leash, so doesn’t quite know that she’s supposed to walk so we have to work on that, plus (something I never thought of) even though she’s 2 years old, she was never taken outside to potty, so she isn’t housebroken. Oh me! Thank God I have a really really powerful shampooer, lol! It’s been 17 years since I had to potty train Patches, so I hope this goes well.
She has quite a few things in common with Patches. Not laying with their whole body on her bed, picking a piece of food out of the food bowl and laying it on the floor then picking it up again to eat it, love getting rubbed on the head. So far that’s the only things that they both have in common but I’m sure I’ll notice more as time goes by. I kinda think Patches led me to this dog. They are so much alike.
If any of you have any tips or advise as far as helping a puppy mill dog acclimate to living with a family and being a part of the family, I’d be very thankful. Desi has been through so much and I want her to know that there are people who will love her and never starve or be mean to her.
I still haven’t gotten over the loss of Patches and not a day goes by that I don’t think about her and shed a tear for her (and her daddy Henry) but today when I was holding Desi and talking to her, a thought popped into my head that really clicked in my brain. “We’ll help each other heal”. That was such an “aha” moment and it sure did bring on the leaky eyes, but I know that’s what we’re doing. Helping Each Other Heal.