What do you do when your dog of age 16 passes away? Do you get another one right away? Is that taking the memory away from the other dog? What to do. My little toy poodle, Casey died in November 2008 of old age – it was a truly distressing time. I was adamant with my husband “no more dogs”, and then thought, there could be a dog out there waiting to be adopted. Here’s my story:
Emma and I met for the first time on December 09, 2008. I was to meet her at her foster mum’s home, for she had been living there for the last 1 ½ months.
Emma scurried to door to greet my mom and I, then rapidly ran back to her doggie bed. She was ever so adorable, yet looked ever so frightened also. But what was I to expect, I knew there could be problems – Emma was rescued from a Puppy Mill.
I shed tears while hearing of Emma’s past, or what they knew of it. The rescue organization said that when she arrived she like a “block of salt”. No movement/no expression. Just sat there. Also she was termed a “dump dog”. The dogs unable to breed due to age are gathered up, taken to the “garbage dump” and shot. Some dogs escape, and my little Emma was one of them.
These unfortunate dogs from puppy mills didn’t ask to be born. Into a life of living in undersized cages for all of their lives and bred every time they come into heat from six months of age, twice a year until they are too old and of no use.
It’s a life of freezing in winter and surviving from the heat of summer. Never a toy, a tender touch, a friendly voice, soft bed or treat. Just behind bars all day; in a prison.
I adopted Emma with no question, but still in the back of my mind thinking “am I taking on too much?” But no, my mind was made up to adopt a dog and not go through a breeder, plus this was my mission, to give her a permanent home instead of a prison where she survived for her whole 6 years. I wanted her to experience a soft bed, toys, her own dog dish, someone speaking lovingly to her, and running in an off-leash dog park.
It’s been almost 6 months, and Emma is the sweetest, funniest dog you could meet. I love this dog to bits. She loves shoes, doesn’t chew them, for that matter never chews anything, but gathers 4 or 5 of my shoes and carries them to the couch. When I arrive home from work, Emma’s at the door with the tail wagging and the shoes are on the couch! She was also very well house-trained, as she infrequently does her business on the floor. When she was new to my home, she would cower when I came near, but she is now pretty much attached to me, following me and loves to snuggle up against me while watching TV. Only problem: Doesn’t care much for my hubby, a little growl here and there. We heard that men operated the mills and that’s probably why they don’t favor males. We will have to give it some time.
I love my little doggie. They said she was a “Schnoodle” (Schnauzer + Poodle), but I think she is more , a bit Schnauzer + Terrier. Maybe just a Heinz 57. She weighs almost 16 lbs.
The foster families that these mill dogs go to before adoption do a fantastic job.
FYI: 99.9% of puppies in pet stores come from PUPPY MILLS and there is always a danger that these puppies have health problems.