Arrival Story: October 18th, 2005, Hubby and I answered a plea on Craigslist from a disabled lady with a small farm who had these two terribly neglected border collies dumped in her barn. The two starving dogs stayed there for a month, until we saw her posting. Hubby arranged for a day off work, and on October 20th, we drove to her place in SW Washington and caught the dogs. During the month they spent in a paddock on her farm, and for Dog knows how long before that, these terrified animals knew nothing of the kindness of human hands and hearts--they were too frightened to let anyone close to them. Twenty minutes and a half pound of chopped-up hot dogs later, we were able to get leashes and collars on the starving, terrified animals and load them into our Jeep for transport to our home. They "told" me their names on the ride home: Annie (as in Little Orphan, who found love in the most unexpected place) and Ben (as in Gentle, because under his fear beats the heart of a brave and gentle soul). Welcome to the pack!
Bio: Our guess at the moment is that these dogs are mother and son. The lady whose farm they were dumped on thinks Annie may have been a pup from one of the litters she bred (because of her disability, this woman no longer breeds border collies), as whoever dumped the dogs in her barn knew just where to bring them. There was a note attached to the door by the uncaring souls who abandoned them, saying that they couldn't take care of the dogs anymore.... Despite her ordeal, Annie is a love sponge who learned within an hour that she doesn't need to be terrified of the people who live here, but Ben appears never to have been handled at all--we wonder how the person who dumped him even got him to the farmer's barn, as he doesn't know how to walk on a leash, and he is terrified of being touched.... Our hope is to help them become the healthy, happy, beautiful border collies that we know they are beneath their frightened, skeleton-thin, matted bodies, and find them loving forever homes--hopefully together, as the Ben is extremely devoted to his mom. Stay tuned! We'll add updates and photos so everyone can watch these two wonderful dogs bloom!
UPDATE 10/23: Today Ben and Annie were introduced to all of the other BCs except Rex (because Rex is male dog-aggressive). They got along great! What a sight it was :-). Photos coming soon. Also today, Ben and Annie came inside on their own accord. Ben was tense, but they both enjoyed checking out the house and eating snackies. Tonight, they came back in for awhile, and Ben and Annie lay under my computer desk. They were petted, and Ben didn't even cringe! They both ate Milk Bones from my hand, and seemed happy and comfortable inside. Ben's still scared, but he (and Annie) both seem to like it inside, and realize it's safe here. Of course, Ben still won't do anything without Annie, so if she didn't come in, he surely wouldn't do it on his own....
On December 28th, 2012, Ben and Annie were poisoned by (we believe, but have yet to prove) a malicious neighbor. They did not survive. They were alive and well at dinner time (around 9 pm), and dead when we got up in the morning. The vets believe the poison was Bromethalin, a strong rodenticide developed to fight warfarin-resistant rats. In addition, Foxworthy Fuzz was poisoned and died. Bitsy was also poisoned, but at this point, is still fighting to survive. We are hoping and praying for a miracle.
Our world was shattered by this hate-filled man's final act of malice before he moved out of the area on Saturday. He has harrassed us for years, and he lost complaint after complaint and court case after court case, with his unfounded accusations and lies. When he left, he apparently decided to leave us this "parting gift" as a final act of terrorism against our family. Rot in hell, Mr. A. L. You know who you are. You destroyed our world when you killed our dogs. I hope you NEVER know another day's peace or joy for as long as you live, and that the afterlife holds no relief for you.
Rest in Peace, Ben and Annie. You were, as always, Good Dogs. You are dearly missed and loved, and will be, always.
Which means Mom and Dad are building fences and landscaping....
We're loving the warmer days, here. This has become our home. I heard Mom say to Dad that she doesn't think we're going to be going anywhere. I like the thought of that! I love nothing more than cuddling up in a warm lap and giving kisses :-).
I think we can thank Benny for letting us stay here. See, Benny is still as wild as the day he arrived. And he's fearful. I'm protective of him and our home, too. Mom says we'd have to live together, as Benny loves me and depends on me so much, and she doesn't think anyone but her and Dad could love a feral dog who is afraid of everything. Plus, I'm a very proper and intense herding dog--including human legs when necessary....
So we bask in the sunshine, enjoy our games, and sleep in the warm house at night. We get enough to eat. People love us. I don't have to worry about having puppies! We have our vaccinations, we get brushed, and we have our very own collars. We have our own home!
When's it gonna get here? It's been a cold, wet autumn and winter, and we're all good and ready for Spring to arrive!
We've been here 4 1/2 months, now. Benny is still as wild as ever--and yet still as gentle if Mom or Dad has to handle him. He's fearful in the dark, though, and has fear-bitten Dad and the hairless child (age 17) a couple of times on their legs. Not bad, but enough to irritate them! Doesn't Ben realize, yet, that these are good people who love us and provide us with everything we need? It's a good thing that Mom is so head-over-heals in love with us (especially him, I sometimes think). I'm thinking she might want to keep us, 'cause I've heard her say that Ben can't go to a home as long as he's feral, and he can't be separated from me, 'cause the silly guy howls if I'm out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. I know I'd personally love to stay!
I got spayed on Feb. 10th. I came into heat, so it was time. I'm glad I'll never have to deal with the hormonal stuff again! I'm flyin' around, herding the rest of the pack, and keeping everydog in line--as well as any strangers who walk past our fence! I am a super-good guard dog. That stands to reason, as I'm the alpha female canine in the pack. I love our humans, but Dad lets me get away with more "jumping up" and all that stuff, so I spend more time in his lap. I think Mom wants to teach me to stay "off", but it's not working too well, as Dad doesn't hold up his end of the training bargain. Good Dad!! BOL! The "roll over and show your tummy and wriggle" thing is what I do with Mom--she gives great belly rubs!
Well, that's about it. We're getting shiny. We both need a good comb out, as we're shedding our winter fur. Me first, then Benny, 'cause he's such a scaredy dog. I've also heard whispers that we might go out into public and get microchipped. I wonder if Benny will have to wear a muzzle, and if he'll pee all over the car? I hope not! It's not good manners to pee in the car.....