I wasn't always a Princess. For the first eight and a half years of my life I lived in a puppy mill where I became one of the dogs used for breeding. Every time I came into heat I was impregnated. I tried to protect my puppies and be a good mom for them, but couldn't keep them from being taken away much too soon. I hope they had happy lives.
|Daisy after being rescued, treated & cleaned up|
|A treat is in the ball!|
|A beautiful Dai|
My life in the mill was cruel. I never seemed to have enough to eat and would have loved a nice warm bath and some love from the people. I guess I was lucky that I wasn't kept in a cage all my life like some of the places I've heard about. I shared a big barn with a lot of other dogs so always had to be on my guard not to be attacked - especially when I was able to grab some food. I withdrew deep into myself to survive the terror and pain.
This is the kind of place most of those cute puppies you see in pet stores come from.
One day, some different people came for me. They took me to a vet, (which was scarey) and a new home (which was scarey) and finally to my forever home (which was scarey) where I've been since March of 2008. I was so scared all the time I couldn't stop shaking or hiding. When I got to my forever home I ran under the car and wouldn't come out. For the first week I ran every time I saw this new human. I wouldn't eat or drink and just cringed in the corner waiting to see what new pain would come.
I felt so much better when I was invisible, so my human bought me a crate where I could make a little refuge. It even had a nice soft bed in it. Eventually I would grab some kibble and run to my cave for safety. My human said it seemed like an eternity before I started eating from my bowl and acting more confident.
All the dogs my human lived with before were "rescues", but hadn't been abused. So she had a new challenge in me! One of the things suggested to her was to keep a journal. That would help when she got discouraged. She decided to keep the journal as a blog so my rescuers at fureverafter.net could also keep track of me. They are a group of volunteers who work really hard to help us dogs in troubling circumstance. They are my angels and heroes. You can link to them from my blog which is at: http://fur-licity.blogspot.com/.
It'll soon be three years since I came to my forever home. I have never barked but my human says that just fine with her! When there are monsters in the night I stand protectively over her like I did with my puppies. I'm just learning to play and starting to enjoy people touching me. I've discovered that people are also a source of treats and I don't have to hide when I get one. I love being chauffeured around in my car but don't like getting out - especially in unfamiliar places. And I hate loud noise.
The people at Furever After do a really good job matching people with dogs. My human and I are made for each other. We both like to live quietly, and both have a gentle side. We both like to have fun too. We are learning together that fear can cripple both dogs and people and we have to hold our tails high over our backs.
Thank you for letting me share some of my story with you. I hope it will convince you not to buy a puppy at a pet store, and to carefully screen people selling puppies in other places like newspapers and internet ads. There are lots of wonderful dogs like myself waiting in shelters for someone like you to come and give us a good home. There are also good breeders who act respectfully and responsibly. For more information visit http://tinyurl.com/2elhsrw