Age: 12 Years Sex: Female
|Home:East Stroudsburg, The Poconos,, PA |
Leave a bone for Bo Peep (formerly Mya)
Peepers, Peeps, Bobo, Papaya
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May 1st 2002
Cheese! (actually "drug cheese!" her fave words. we give her the meds in a small piece of cheese or cream cheese!)
I joke about it: "Anything that moves or makes a sound".
doesn't really have one but anything stuffed
doesn't walk : ( Too scared
None! Managing to get thru life w/o fear is all we're worried about her learning for now.
well...it's kind of odd...she originally went to be fostered with my friend Val and thru a series of happenings, Mya ended up with me.
Val was working full-time and we didn't learn that much about Mya until she came to stay with me. At the time I wasn't working and I was home with her 24/7. Well, one day, Mya just sort of fell over and from my background with Italian Greyhounds, I knew she was having a seizure. She had 2 grand mal seizures, back to back. Each one was almost 10 minutes long, and pretty scary. I just held her and tried to protect her and make her feel safe and calm.
I had called the vet in between the two seizures Mya had, so after I was sure she was done, I rushed her to the vet. She was diagnosed epileptic. Since then she's been on phenobarbital 2x a day and I have to get her levels checked yearly, but other than that, her seizures are under control. She has one or two occasionally, but nothing like what it'd be like if she wasn't on anything.
I should mention how she came into rescue in the first place:
A lady who worked at a vet's office had heard that a bad BYB (backyard breeder) was looking to rehome her pair of breeding i.g.'s. This lady went to get them out of there, then got them into rescue. It was a good thing...I had TWO previous dogs come into rescue from that same woman, similar situations- people from local vets knew it was bad and tried to save dogs from her when they could. In fact, TIPPYTOES, my baby girl came from that same bad breeder (and she came to me with a congenital birth defect-a liver shunt).
To digress for a moment, it SICKENS me that this woman was breeding and willingly charging money for dogs who carried hereditary illnesses. To this day I wonder how many poor people were fooled into buying dogs from her, only to discover years later they have congenital birth defects or epilepsy.
Ok, digression over.
Anyway, Mya is and remains, after almost 3 years, the TOUGHEST case I've had as a rescue dog. She isn't a foster anymore...frankly I told the rescue I considered her, from a rescue standpoint, unadoptable. I feared anyone who would take her would end up giving her back to rescue. I know now, after 3 years of STILL having to be patient and work with her on a daily basis that I made the right decision.
I changed Mya's name to Bo Peep one day after joking and saying "little bo peep has lost her sheep". Also I realized she HATED her name. I think the only time the breeder used her name was in reference to something BAD...so everytime we said Mya, she'd cringe, you could see it!
Anyway, I had to laugh to keep from crying back then because that was when I first got Mya and she just was mentally a mess. She would hide under the bed, was terrified of everything and everyone, not housebroken, and she was totaly unsocialized.
The breeder who had Mya kept her in a garage!!! (from what I heard from the woman who rescued her and Kipper, Mya's companion iggy) So it doesn't surprise me that Mya was terrified of everything.
One day I was drinking a fountain soda and you know how you get to the end of the cup and the straw kind of "slurps"??? Well, I was doing that and Mya was so afraid she was running into a corner, smashing into a wall, trying to escape from a SOUND. She was also afraid to venture out in the yard, was afraid of leashes, collars, harnesses, wind, car noises, riding in a car....well, everything.
Anyway, the happy ending is that day by day, she's with us and we work with her and give her all the time she needs. In the almost three years we've had Bobo now, she will actually eat her food in front of company (which I didn't notice until friends came over and noted it!), she plays with toys and the other dogs, barks, likes chewies, and is so snuggly. She still squeals like a piggy when I go to pick her up...and her daddy has vowed to get her to walk on a leash this year (after three years it's about time!)
Will keep you posted on her progress, but so far, she's about halfway to being a normal happy dog. Ok, over halfway, but it's a slow go. In the end, I'm glad she's with us because I know not everyone has the patience or time to give a dog like we do with her. Trust me, it's not easy. Some days I just wish she was happy-go-lucky, but she's getting there. Her daddy always reminds me: "It's not her fault...it's a person who did this to her, and we have to UNdo her damage". That really puts it into perspective and I hope all who think of rescuing a dog remembers that. It's an important lesson. They all start out as potentially wonderful dogs, until humanity messes em' up...and it's up to us rescue people to save them. Support Rescue, for Bo Peep's sake and all the other mistreated animals out there. :) xox
We think Bobo and Tippytoes may be related because they were at the breeders at the same time. Tippy may even be Bo Peep's Sister, or (gasp!) daughter! One of these days we want to get the DNA testing done to see if we can find out. I have to confess it's another reason we took in Bobo, Tippy went thru so much, and any potential family member of Tippy's is a family member to us!
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