Rescue Dog
Hiyas! My name is Frisbee. That’s me on the right! I’m an approximately five-year old Yorkshire Terrier/Silky mix. My new mom has been asked to share my story with you but she needed some help from me so here we go.
I was living with a family but I wasn’t very happy although it was the only life I had known but I did have a roof over my little head. This family now had a one-year old child and we didn’t get along very well so they surrendered me to a shelter where I met this nice lady named Sabra. I was very afraid at the shelter and was kept in a crate – some of you may know that a crate is a puppy carrier. I was all alone and when the people at the shelter would open my crate and try to reach for me I was sooo scared that I would bare my teeth and give them my most ferocious growl.
Sabra knew a lady named Judy who knew another lady who worked with the Yorkie Rescue Group and her name was Shar. Sabra and Judy both emailed Shar to tell her about me and to see if there was someone who could take me in. Lo and behold it only took a couple of days and on Saturday, July 2, Judy picked me in her van for a nice ride to Lawrence, Kansas. I really love riding in a car and I was so happy to get out in the air and take a trip. I had been coughing a lot and didn’t really feel my best but I did my best to enjoy the ride and Judy cuddled me while we waited for what I hoped would be my new mom. She soothed me and made me feel all cuddly and warm.
A little while later Shar showed up and she had her son Jamie with her so I finally got to meet these people who may become my new forever family. While the grown-ups talked I wandered around a little so I could go potty before yet another ride. I was on a nice blue leash and Jamie, my new uncle, took me for a little walk so I could stretch my little legs. Even though I am only three and a half pounds I still need to stretch a bit after two car rides.
Since it was a hot day, the grownups finished their little chat and Jamie picked me up and put me on his lap for the ride to my new home. I just wanted to breathe in all of the air I possibly could while Mom drove so I would stretch myself up to the window. Believe it or not, they even had a little pillow between the seats for me to lie on but I was a bit nervous and didn’t really settle down too much.
After a long time (45 minutes is really a long time for a furkid) we arrived at Shar and Jamie’s house. Jamie took me in the back yard that appeared sooo big. It has a fence so I can’t wander too far. I could finally go potty --- when furkids get a bit nervous they have to potty a lot!
Mom went into the house and guess what???? I now have a new big brother and a little sister to meet and greet. Bear, my new brother, is really a big guy but still very much a puppy since he is only about 15 months old. And my new sister, Lil Lady Bug, is about nine and a half and is even smaller (just a little) than I am. We didn’t even fight or make all of those puppy noises to warn each other. We immediately became friends so I didn’t have to use my ferocious growl, let alone show my teeth.
That first day and still on Sunday I was a tired little guy so I cuddled on the couch with my new mom and my new siblings and just kinda slept. BUT, I did sleep with my ears up making sure that everything was really alright. That first night I slept in Jamie’s bed but with all of my coughing I was very gently ejected and found my way into Mom’s room where Bear and Lil Lady Bug were. Jamie seems to be the type of person who values his sleep and my coughing and wheezing was getting to him I guess. I didn’t mean to do it but Mom thinks I have a case of “kennel cough” whatever that is.
Mom gave me some medicine in an eyedropper to help me breathe and to help my cough but I fought it big time. She tried to put the eyedropper in my mouth and I showed her that I am the boss and don’t like that kind of treatment at all!!! I bared all of my toofers and growled and snarled. Even though I am little I am quick and I bit her thumb and another finger a couple of times but she was very persistent and finally tricked me into letting her squirt that stuff in my throat. I do have to admit that the medicine has helped but I still show them who is boss every time they try and give me that stuff. Mom had Jamie get canned dog food and she squirts it into the food on a tablespoon and I take it that way even though I still don’t like it.
Mom and Jamie both have jobs so I am left alone with my new siblings four days a week but we mostly get along and they even have a ramp up to Mom’s bed, then a beanbag chair up to a padded shelf so I can get up with the others and look outside. It is really too cool.
Bear and Li Lady Bug have lots of toys, more than even most kids, but I have never played with any toys so I am not sure what to do with them. Mom is hoping that I will learn to play with the others but after all I am a mature five-year old and I don’t see the need to play. I did pull a fast one this first week and slipped away while we were all in the front yard. I ran and ran to the next block and I really don’t know why but in the matter of a few minutes here comes Mom with the car. She spanked me a bit and kept telling me that I was a bad puppy citizen for running away and I haven’t done that since. I was glad she showed up with the car as my tongue was hanging out a lot and I was really panting. I didn’t like the little spanking but I guess I deserved it a bit and at least she was gentle.
Mom thinks I may have been abused during my short life because I am so scared a lot. I am working on the “trust” issue and I think that I may be able to relax a bit more as time goes on.
Mom told me that I will have to go to a puppy doctor this coming week and get neutered. I don’t know what that is BUT, I am sure I am not even going to like it. I know that I will have to stay overnight for two nights and I am sure I will miss my new home and my new friends. I also have a white spot on my eye and Mom is going to have the vet look at and possibly give me a stronger medicine for my kennel cough. She also warned them about my little temper tantrums and that I like to bare my teeth and will try to bite. I think Mom said that I am a “fear biter” which is probably close to the truth. I don’t like to be confined or held to take my medicine and now Jamie even puts on winter gloves and puts a blankie around me so I can’t get his fingers again. If “fear biter” means that I try to bite someone when I am scared then that is what I am. After all, even though these new people are kinda nice, they are much bigger than I am!
Most of the time I just love to wander about, take lots of naps and wait for my new friends to come home from work. All in all, I think I am going to like it here and I am very glad to have a new caring home to live in and I hope that all of you other furkids out there will find a home as great as mine.
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