RE: Pet Photos thread where too much is never enough.
November 6, 2018 at 4:08 pm
(This post was last modified: November 6, 2018 at 4:14 pm by Whateverist.)
What this thread is missing is more compulsive, excessive sharing. So here is an idea: anyone else have a dog they rescued and want to tell the story?
My hell hound Heidi was a rescue estimated at just over a year old when I picked her up about 7 or 8 years ago. When I picked her up in the Sierra foothills in a town called Bootjack, California, she'd been living in a large chickenwire enclosure outside. Dogs had dug large dens in the dirt for shelter. She'd been abandoned by a young family hit hard by the economy who could no longer afford to keep her. When I picked her up she was a little stressed and sullen. On the way home I put Fletcher in the front with me and put her inside the camper shell on the back of my truck, with the back window ajar so they could check each other out. After an hour of driving I stopped and put him back there with her. No problems.
This is her right after I got her home, in my kitchen.
![[Image: 5129899067_a8abe5bee9_z.jpg]](https://farm2.staticflickr.com/1061/5129899067_a8abe5bee9_z.jpg)
The next morning she was a little more hopeful but still a bit stressed.
![[Image: 5152395894_094dd4b613_b.jpg]](https://farm2.staticflickr.com/1263/5152395894_094dd4b613_b.jpg)
And this is her a little more than a month later, snuggling with me in the garden bed on cool December day. Wouldn't it be great if were all as resilient as dogs?
My hell hound Heidi was a rescue estimated at just over a year old when I picked her up about 7 or 8 years ago. When I picked her up in the Sierra foothills in a town called Bootjack, California, she'd been living in a large chickenwire enclosure outside. Dogs had dug large dens in the dirt for shelter. She'd been abandoned by a young family hit hard by the economy who could no longer afford to keep her. When I picked her up she was a little stressed and sullen. On the way home I put Fletcher in the front with me and put her inside the camper shell on the back of my truck, with the back window ajar so they could check each other out. After an hour of driving I stopped and put him back there with her. No problems.
This is her right after I got her home, in my kitchen.
The next morning she was a little more hopeful but still a bit stressed.
And this is her a little more than a month later, snuggling with me in the garden bed on cool December day. Wouldn't it be great if were all as resilient as dogs?
