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May 29, 2013

Chihuahua Rescued

Filed under: abuse, adopted, chihuahua, found, neglect, rescued — shadygardens @ 5:47 pm
Hallelujah! The Chihuahua we found last week has been adopted! 

A very sweet girl drove about two hours one way last night to get her, after reading my listing for her just yesterday. I was overjoyed to find such a sweet new “mommy” for our little sweetie. 

We could not keep her, yet we were concerned about the kind of home we would allow her to go to. We turned down a few people yesterday, just because we had a bad feeling that they could not care for her properly. I can’t help but be suspicious. Pet abuse in the form of neglect seems to be rampant around here. (For the background information on this little chihuahua, please read my previous posts.) 

Why would someone not feed a little dog who depends on them? How hard is it to just pour some food into a bowl for the little thing? If you can’t provide a loving and safe environment for a pet, then you should not have one. In this tough economy, I can understand how someone cannot afford veterinary care, although that is a necessary expense when you have pets. But feeding a small animal doesn’t cost much. Not feeding a little dog or cat is inexcusable.



Anyway, this story has a very happy ending, and for that I am very thankful. God bless you Suni, for taking our little rescued chihuahua and making her your own.

(By the way, she gained 8 ounces during the 11 days we had her, so I think she will continue to improve and be a very healthy and happy dog.)

May 22, 2013

Chihuahua Update

Filed under: chihuahua, feed, found, healthy, rescue, underweight — shadygardens @ 11:09 am
When my husband arrived home to meet the little chihuahua we found, he examined the piece of leash that had been attached to her collar. He believes the leash was not chewed as we thought, but was cut. This further adds to the mystery of why this little dog was running around the neighborhood with a piece of leash hanging from her collar. (For more information, read my previous post.)
One thing for sure though, she has definitely not been eating enough. She is such a picky eater that I can’t really be sure her owner was not feeding her. She eats very little.
This morning she has eaten some turkey bacon. She seems to love that. But last night I offered her some chicken and she refused it. Yesterday I scrambled her a fresh egg from our henhouse, and she let it sit there all day until it dried out. Finally I had to let Lady eat it. I’ve given her two or three different kinds of canned dog food, and she just plays with it. She has eaten a couple of the small Milk Bone Dog Biscuits, but I know she needs something with a lot of nutrition in it.
Little Found Chihuahua will eat Turkey Bacon
To be so skinny, she has an amazing amount of energy. It sure makes me sad to look down at her from above. From that angle, she looks emaciated. Also, she seems very nervous and jumpy. Of course, that could be just from being in a new and unfamiliar place. And we do have other dogs, a beagle and a border collie, and two cats. But when I walk toward her, she runs away at first, and then cautiously waits before finally allowing me to pick her up.
I might offer her some canned catfood in a bit. You know how dogs like stinky 
stuff. 
This is not the first time we have rescued a dog. Usually though, they just show up here. And if we can’t find a home for him or her, we just let them stay. But it has been a long time since I’ve had to care for one so skinny. I’ve never seen a dog that doesn’t eat much. I’m running out of ideas on what to feed her.
Besides being underweight, she appears very healthy. And she seems to be housebroken. So although she was tied out frequently, perhaps she spent some time indoors as well.
If you would like to provide a loving home for this sweet little girl, please let us know.

May 19, 2013

Chihuahua Found: Underweight and Scared

Filed under: chihuahua, found, neglected, underweight — shadygardens @ 11:24 pm

Last night as we were getting ready to leave from my Daddy’s house, a little chihuahua ran up to me, shivering and nervous. I reached down and picked her up, receiving no resistance. She was wearing a new-looking pink collar. Attached was a piece of leash that had been chewed, making me think she had been tied outside unattended long enough for her to chew loose. She has been neglected, for sure.


I’ve seen this little dog before. Awhile back she ran through my Daddy’s yard dragging a pink leash. That time I could not catch her. I was afraid she would get hung up on something or get hit by a car, but instead of coming to me, she quickly ran away.

This time, she came right up to my feet and looked up at me, as if asking for help.

Daddy said, “Aw, just put her down. She’ll run back to where she came from.” But my daughter said, “Look how skinny she is! She’s pitiful. Look, Mommy, she’s trembling.”

I wondered where she had come from. Daddy said he might have seen her before, but he had no idea who she belonged to. Several of the neighbors have chihuahuas. So we took off up the street to ask around. We checked with all the neighbors in the area. We saw several chihuahuas. But no one knew who this one belonged to.

One neighbor pointed out how skinny she was. “That dog ain’t been fed,” he said. 

Her ribs are very, very visible. And her stomach is sunk in. 

Then he noticed the leash attached to her collar. “And look at that piece of leash! She’s been tied out for a long time. They ain’t checked on her. It took a long time for that dog to chew off her leash like that. I’d call Animal Control. Somebody is mistreating that dog. Call Animal Control. They’ll come pick her up.”

I sure did not want to do that. I know they already have too many homeless dogs to take care of. I don’t like adding to that if I can do something myself. So we brought her home with us. On the way home, my son decided she was probably hungry and offered her a goldfish cracker. She wouldn’t take it.

We figured she was thirsty. When we got home, we offered her some water, but she didn’t drink. Wouldn’t eat either. Our dogs are much larger, so the dog food we have is big chunks. Catfood will be easier for her to eat, I thought. But she wouldn’t eat it. So my son said, Maybe she’s used to table scraps. He offered her a piece of chicken, but she wouldn’t take that either. Then he said, “Well, she’s a Mexican dog. Maybe she likes Mexican food.” So he put some tortilla chips in a bowl and set that down for her. She grabbed one and ate it. Then another. And another. Aha! She likes junk. Oh well, at least she ate something. And finally, she drank a little water. We took her outside on a leash to see if she would go potty. But she ran to the neared porch post, as if expecting to be tied. Poor little thing. No tying out tonight, little sweetie. She never did go to the bathroom that night. I’m thinking she was dehydrated. We kept taking her to the water bowl, but she drank very little.

Finally, it was bedtime, so we put her in a crate to sleep. She whined for awhile and then got on her blanket and went to sleep.

This morning’s storms prevented us from being able to take her outside early for a bathroom break. When the storms finally let up, we were able to take her out, but she still wouldn’t go potty. We brought her back inside and offered her some water and more of the cat food. She was too excited to eat or drink. Little boys are more interesting, I guess. She’s watching their every move.


After a while though, she did go to her water bowl and drank quite a bit. Then back again. I guess we’ll spend the weekend waiting to see if anyone claims her. And if not, I’ll take her to the vet to see if she has any health concerns. I tried weighing her. It was close to 5 pounds. She appears to be full grown. Hopefully her appetite will pick up soon.


…Reprinted with permission from http://www.mice-cube.blogspot.com

December 30, 2009

Muffin: Apprentice to Crisco

Filed under: cat, catcher, found, kitten, mice, mouse, Muffin — shadygardens @ 10:41 pm
I’ve never really used the word melancholy in a sentence before, but I think that describes my feelings right now. Sort of sad, but with a little soft feeling deep inside. Crisco has been gone to ‘Kitty Heaven’ for only about a month now. And we miss him terribly. But God had already provided us with another love. Not a replacement, for sure, but we do have much love to give. And at our house, there’s always room for one more little animal. 

Please bear with me as I tell the story of Muffin…

A few months ago in the middle of the night I was awakened by the sound of crying–very loudly–right outside my bedroom window. 
Believing one of the kittens recently thrown out in front of our house had been accidentally left outside, I tore off outside to get the little baby. Once out there, I realized it was not one of ‘our’ kittens, but another! Terrified, the little thing ran and hid in the woodpile where it was camouflaged! Yes, the tiny little kitten was about the same color as the firewood. I’d never seen a kitty this color. Brown, beige, and tan, just kind of mottled together, causing the kitten to blend in with leaves, dirt, and sticks. And the baby sure was tiny. 
I couldn’t catch it.  I tried and tried, but just couldn’t. Since I couldn’t do much in the darkness, I went back to bed.

The next day, the little thing ventured into the garage, hiding behind lumber and other supplies being used to remodel our home. No matter how hard I tried, I could not catch this baby! All I could do is put out a little food, water, and milk for the tiny kitten. I’d always find the bowls empty later on.

For two solid weeks this went on just the same. This little kitten had a huge appetite, but would not come to me. 

One day after picking up my children from school as normal–about 20 miles away!!–we stopped at the grocery store, again, as usual, and I’m embarrassed to tell you why, but we drove around behind the store because my 7 year old little fellow had to Pee. As we sat there in the car, we heard crying that sounded just like the kitten crying at home. 
I thought to myself, ‘Man…someone has thrown out a little kitten back here!’ And my thoughts went to all those ^$$#*!@$ who all too frequently drop off animals on the side of the road.

My little man soon finished the necessary activity, so we started the car and drove on around toward the front of the shopping center. The further we drove, the louder the crying became! Finally, I realized that sound was coming from somewhere inside the car!! 

I stopped, of course, and ran around to the hood. As soon as I raised the hood, there nestled right there in an empty spot in the motor (for lack of knowing all the car part names–forgive me!) was the little brown kitten!

I could not believe my eyes. She had ridden about 20 miles from our house to the school, waited while I sat in that ever long pick up line, drove about 7 miles to the grocery store, went inside and bought groceries, and then drove around back for my little boy to water the bushes. I guess then, she woke up! Wow! 

Anyway, I knew if I didn’t act fast, she’d run as she’d done so many times before. But that was at home, and she couldn’t get hurt. Now we were in a grocery store parking lot. I still can’t believe I was able to think that fast, but I grabbed her quickly, put her underneath my shirt, and hopped in the car. My little boy emptied out his lunchbox and we put her in there for the ride home. 

Upon our arrival home, we were able to deposit her safely in the woodshop, where she could learn to trust us gradually and on her own. Of course, she had left a small undesirable gift in the lunchbox, so we were forced to discard it.

We probably should have named her Lucky, but our children wanted to name her Muffin, because she actually is the color of a tasty homemade muffin.

To make a long story short, as if it isn’t already too late for that, Muffin is the best mouse catcher we have. It makes sense to us that she will try to fill the shoes that Crisco’s passing has left empty. 
Not only is Muffin a very busy kitty, but she is full of love. Even as she rests, she tries to groom us, always working to gain our affection. She doesn’t realize it, but she earned our love long ago.
If you have suffered the loss of a beloved pet as we have, I know you understand, and I hope that you will remember us in your prayers as we try to recover and continue on with our animal-loving lives.

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