Birthday: January 12th 2003 Likes: a big 0l' bowl of food Pet-Peeves: dry, bristly grass (ouch!, hurts my pads...) Favorite Toy: a stuffed tiki god, but I prefer a good bone Favorite Food: Annie's dog stew (that's what she thinks, I really prefer pig ears) Favorite Walk: cruising the neighborhood Best Tricks: I get so excited about dinner, I make oinking noises Arrival Story: Gracie has been through much in her young life. She has been bred out and then left, chained up in the weeds, to die. She was slated to be used as a bait dog, but fortunately, was discovered by a neighbor and eventually brought to Gregory's Gift of Hope in Wisconsin. She is currently in foster care while we find her a furever home.
(photo in the weeds was taken by the woman who found her) Bio: Gracie is shy at first around strangers, but warms up quickly. Once she knows you are her friend, she is affectionate, attentive and absolutely devoted to the humans who love her.
She has been a wonderful houseguest in the short time she's been here; tolerant, trusting and very well-behaved. She was diagnosed with heartworm back in May and finished her treatments in mid-August. As her health returns, she has become an enjoyable member of our family. She is running again, follows her new pal, Maya, around the house and even shares her bones with her. Forums Motto: Livin' the Dream Visit Me and all My Rescue Friends: http://www.ggohinc.com/available_dogs.aspx
My human pal, Annie, is not feeling too well today.
When she took me to live with her, people at the shelter used the words "bait dog" when they talked about where I came from. She doesn't know a whole lot about dog fighting, but it didn't sound like something a dog survives--like being a worm on a hook.
This morning, she finally summed up her courage and googled the words "bait dog". She was so upset and horrified by what she saw and read JUST ON THE SEARCH ENGINE PAGE, she had to close the browser window. She was kinda shaky and looking a little white in the face--like she was gonna throw up. She had a hard time wrapping her head around the thought of people being so brutal...so gruesome...SO SICK!
I know they can. I lived it for 6 years. Back then, I didn't know any other kind of life. At first they only wanted me for my uterus--I was nothing more to them than a puppy machine. But after 10 or 12 litters (I've lost count), my body just couldn't do it any more. So they filed down my front teeth, tied me up out in the weeds with no food or water and waited for the next time they would need a "bait dog". Fortunately, that day never came. Cuz, ya see, you don't survive being a bait dog. They ARE a worm on a hook, but that's putting it nicely.
Now I'm here with my foster pal. She is very sad and very, very angry by what she read and saw in the horrible pictures. She came and sat down next to me, gave me a big hug, told me she loved me and promised me I would always be safe with her.
She also mentioned something about a shotgun and finding the A**HOLE that I used to live with...
I'm being taken to another new home today--the 3rd one in 3 months. It's very quiet here--just 2 humans and one big, old dog. That's OK, I just want to lie on my bed and sleep. The medicine the doc gives me for the worms inside my heart make me feel tired and weak.
These people seem pretty nice, but I miss my pals Adam and Sofia. Adam took such good care of me at the shelter--gave me lotsa loving and plenty of treats too!
Dogster Obsessions: The Starter Kit for Dogs by Wildebeest
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