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Animal Success Stories
... Janine Allen ...
Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.
I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid. As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today. Sometimes the overworked shelter keepers get too busy and I didn’t want her to think poorly of them.
As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone’s life.
She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.
Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms.
I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.
I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
I rescued a human today.
ABBY
(10.29.09) “Still madly in love with Ms. Abbey!!
I can’t believe it’s been a year since we got her, my time has gone by so quickly.
I noticed recently that Shiner has finally taken her on hook-line-and-sinker. He cries when she’s gone and plays hard with her when she’s near. I continue to work on dominance issues; those have become slight, but involve cats now too. I’m like the center of a migrating fur ball.
Abbey practices her commands often. She loves to “get shot,” often responding when I’m giving Shiner the command. She is very attentive and expressive. Her energy hasn’t waned with age; she still loves to take laps around the yard, scooting past Shiner. I hardly have to move and she knows the command I’m giving her. No more bending!! Better at distance . . .still working on distractions.
The cats have grown accustomed to her too. She was beside herself when I petted Tigger and he turned to lick her leg. She didn’t dare move a muscle. She plays with the cats by charging them. They stoically stare at her, unflinching. She stops dead about 2-3 feet from them. The cats trust her though and walk under her at the door and near food. She still hasn’t gotten down the etiquette required to sniff cats. I think the cats are getting to like that invasion.
She is still protective but polite. If she doesn’t know someone, including small children, she growls very quietly and sits neatly on my feet. I try to get people to pet her from the side, feeding treats, and she seems to respond well to that, relaxing and ceasing to growl.
My husband, the one that acts like he doesn’t like dogs, stalks Ms. Abbey in the yard. She goes nuts when he comes home, wanting to initiate a play session. When he’s done he tells her, “That’s enough.” She stops immediately and mouthing turns to licks. He calls her Puff n Huff because of the way she snorts under the front door when we come and go. He especially appreciates her tenacity hunting rodents in the yard. This year we have had a lot of critters searching for water along the greenbelt. She’s funniest with the frogs. They bounce and she bounces with them . . .but never mouths them.
All of Abbey’s scars have ceased to grow hair, but she seems to have little hairs growing that I hadn’t expected. The scar on top of her head looks like a little heart. It’s her way of reminding me how lucky I am to have her.
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