It seems like we have ‘holidays’ for everything now a days. I dunno, do you think it’s getting out of hand? What’s next? National Poop Day? To create awareness on ‘poop truth’? Size, color, does it float, does it not, where did it go. A day just for poop! Poop, Poop, Poop!
With all silliness aside, I do have to get all giddy with National Dog Day! I have 3 wild ones to date, and love my furbabies with everything I have. I believe it’s been going strong for 11 years, and it is to promote adoption and saving lives. Because #doglivesmatter, as well as #ALLlivesmatter.
Can you hashtag in a blog post? I’ve never done it before, if not, forgive the faux pas.
I found a great site that went a little deeper in National Dog Day, feel free to read up on it here.
I have 3 misfits that all started out with no love, meanness and to be forgotten. I’ll take this opportunity to share with you a little about mine, how they became part of my family. I’ll go from biggest to smallest.
First off is Momma Dog, yep, original isn’t it?
Momma has been with me since 2011. I was a foster mommy for a few places in San Antonio, so my emails were filled with desperate pleas. Enough to make you depressed and angry all day, if you let it. I came across this email with Momma (she didn’t even have a name) and 8 of her 5 week old pups. They were 30 mins from walking the ‘green mile’ to their death. I opened it, and of course it had photos! Well, that’s all it took. I quickly text my husband if he would mind sharing his house with another dog and 8 of her puppies! At this time, I had Zoie, Gracie and Annabelle, plus 2 or 3 cats. I cannot remember. You can do the math. He quickly said yes, and my fingers typed faster than they could ever type! Within the hour, Momma Dog and her babies were delivered to my house. Momma was so nervous she ran into my bedroom, and pooped on Chris’ luggage. It was a messy poop! Maybe that could be the date for National Poop Day!
Soon after the lady left I quickly had to figure out what in the world I was going to do with all of them. I actually hadn’t though that far ahead. Luckily I had a crate to keep the puppies in, and Momma and her pups stayed in my garage. Summer was over, so it was not a sauna in there.
My animals were not pleased with this new arrangement, but luckily my furchildren realize pretty quickly that they have to share space at times.
Hmmm, what to name this girl and her puppies. Everytime I saw her I just called her Momma. I would go in, and pet her and let her know she didn’t have to be afraid anymore. She had it made now. Before I knew it, she was responding to Momma, so that’s how she got her name.
I was able to adopt all the puppies out, but Momma was a different story. She was roughly 3 when I got her, and I do not know her past. She was scared of men and brooms. Anything actually that was long and shaped like a broom. She was afraid of leashes and collars, still is actually. After a year of being in the house, she finally got used to Chris, and still doesn’t like when he gets mad. After a year, it was obvious she was ours.
Next is Pico.
This boy had me at hello. He is a chihuahua mix and roamed our neighborhood in San Antonio. He was the Alpha in any pack that joined him. I say that because it was like everyday he would walk down our street with different dogs in tow. All were behind him. He walked like he was the Fonz. He needed a leather coat and a white t-shirt as he pranced down the street. It took me months for him to come to me. There was a time where I didn’t see him for a few months and thought the coyotes got him. Then one day he came prancing over to the food I left for him in the front yard by my big tree. He had a friend with him. His friend came up to me and was was letting me love all over him. Finally, Pico came closer and closer. After about 20 mins, he was rolled over letting me scratch his tummy.
I am not sure what happened next, but he ended up being a regular at my house. I would keep him inside, but when morning came her wanted out. I would put him in the backyard, but every time he escaped. This was the routine for awhile, till he got pretty comfortable and his journeys outside were not as often or as long. He had made us his family. You can read here how he extended our family for a little bit.
Last but not least, Annabelle.
She is a full blooded Chihuahua, with all the full attitude of one! I found her as I was driving down 1604 in San Antonio. Someone had put her on top of huge electrical box. She was not even 1 lb, and was about the size of my hand. It was Feb, and it was a cold day. At first I thought it was a rat, but I remember thinking a rat couldn’t climb that big box.
Soon after bringing her home, my husband decided to take her to a bike shop. It was a cold day, and she jumped out of his arms landing on her head on the sidewalk. That evening, she began having seizures. Many times in that one night. After her many vet visits, she was prescribed heavy duty narcotic. She became devil dog fast! I remember an instance when she was at the vet, and the Dr. took us to the very back room. The gray door was a heavy, made of steel, it also had a small window on it. Something like you would see in a mental ward. To this day, I am not sure why he had us in that room.
While he turned her on her back to examine her, (now remember she is barely a pound) she starts growling, and fighting like her life depended on it. Teeth were showing, her tongue was thrashing around. I think the vet was waiting for her head to spin around. She was mad, to say the least. I knew then, I had misnamed her. She should have been Xena, The Warrior Princess.
She made so much noise, people from the waiting room ,and staff members had come to the door peeking through the glass to see what was going on. The vet told me that I may have to put her down,because this was the worst he had ever seen a dog behave from head trauma and narcotics.
This is a photo of her soon after she got better.
Luckily she got better, and she is as sweet as ever. Well, to a point, she is still a mighty dog in a small body. She has no fear when it comes to things she wants to fight over. Her size has almost gotten her killed a few times. Once, she ran out to attack 2 huge dogs in muzzles. Thank God they were muzzled. Maybe I need to get her one.
She is now 7 and still full of herself.
So, those three stories and many others I have about saving animals, cats and dogs alike are why I think it is so important to adopt, don’t shop! National Dog Day is a fantastic way to celebrate your dog(s).
Go ahead, give em a bone!