Age: 10 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
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October 1st 2003
Food, nonfood, poop, anything she can put her mouth on and chew.
Cats not wanting to play with her.
Any toy her sister Georgia is playing with
I point to her crate with my finger or my chin, she goes into her crate.
Sometime in April, 2004, I read an urgent plea from the acting director of a shelter in IN asking for help. The director came back from Iraq, and was to get his director position back, and announced that the first thing he would do is to reduce the number of animals in the shelter by more than 100, by euthanizing them. The acting director was frantic trying to send at least 100 animals to rescues and to adopt them out to good families in a matter of weeks. I wanted to help out by fostering 2 dogs myself so that I could find a rescue or good homes for them, and there were some others in NE area who were willing to rescue or adopt animals, but given the deadline, they couldn't possibly arrange the transport to this area. I, along with 4 other users of petfinder message board started to talk about arranging transports ourselves, and 2 days before the director took his position back, we were able to tranport 9 dogs from that shelter along with 2 dogs from another shelter in IN to this area. And Brandy was one of the two dogs I took in as fosters.
The other dog I took was able to find a very good home within weeks. But I wanted to find out about what's bothering Brandy before adopting her out. She kept regurgitating her food. After numerous visits to the vet, I found out that she indeed had a severe case of megaesophagus, which couldn't be detected by x-ray earlier, on top of having a very sensitive stomach. Her esophagus is not enlarged at all, but it has zero functionality. So she needs to be fed upright standing on her hind legs, and has to be held in upright position for at least 15 minutes after every meal and at least 2 minutes after drinking water. I later found out that she doesn't do well on solid kibble food or usual canned dog food either. She does better with canned food with chunks only.
By the time I found out about her megaesophagus, I was already deeply in love with her (as my friends predicted), and I didn't want to let her go. So I made an excuse for myself that it would be next to impossible to find a family who are willing to do that for her. And now she's the baby of the house!
She taunts the cats, steals their food, tries hard to eat cat poop, but she's deathly scared of them. If a cat turns around and hiss or just stare at her, Brandy is so scared, she can't move or not even look at the cats straight. Sometimes cats will block her from coming outside of a room, and she will stay there until cats decide to move or I move them for her.
She is a very good (or bad) sock thief, she even tries to steal socks right off my feet...
I can fly!
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|December 27th 2004
||More than 8 years!
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December 29th 2004 10:36 pm
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While taking strolls in this wonderful place, my sisters and I started to wonder about how come there are so many dogs who were so lucky to be picked from a litter of pups at very young age and never was homeless or abused,and never had to sit in the cold cement floor in some shelter waiting for somebody to save them from certain death, that dreadful place where you had to breathe fear... How come we weren't so lucky? And we started thinking about that depressing place we left behind, with hundreds of others like us waiting their turn to die, to come live in home with my mom. And it dawned on us that we are the lucky ones, and we are the special ones. We have been chosen! And we have been "adopted" rather than "bought"! We are our mom's babies, not, oh most definitely not merchandise! I'm so very proud because I am one of the most loved dawggie! Yippeeeee!!!!!!
December 27th 2004 7:42 pm
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I love my life! It's muttastic! I get to play with my big sister Georgia inside the house. Georgia doesn't like to go outside, so I only play with her inside. I think her previous life was unimaginably worse, but she doesn't want to talk about it. It's cool because I only like to play!!! But my previous life wasn't a happy one either. I wanted some human who I could love and cherish. I wanted that touch so much, but I lived in a kennel in a shelter where I could smell death and feel the fear of all the others who cried an shivered. I was too young to be that scared but I knew something wasn't right.
It's a blur what my life was before somebody took me to the shelter... I think I was way younger. But it probably happened like this since I heard it from many others in the shelter: some people had their dog, and didn't bother to fix them. They either lost their dogs or they let the dogs run loose in the neighborhood. And the dogs met other dogs who were not fixed. And the dogs got together and made puppies. Some owners found out later that their dogs were prego but they didn't want the puppies so they abandoned them. Some didn't want to bother with the prego mama dogs either, so they abandoned the prego mama dogs as well. I'm too young to understand all this, but I heard these owners are called irresponsible.
There are too many dogs like me, sad and scared, and doomed to be killed at dog pounds every single day. I'm one of the few lucky ones! And it makes me sad to think of all those puppies who lived in the same shelter with me for a while...
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, but I think fixing the dogs is a very good thing!
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