Friday, October 8, 2010
We picked up 6-8 year old Clyde, at a local pound in June of 2009. He had been placed in the night drop pen along with an older lab, no note, no tags, no goodbye to a long time friend. Until we picked him up, we did not even know that the shelters had outside pens where people could just drive up and drop an unwanted dog. Drive through dog disposal, the ultimate convenience for a disposable society. Clyde had been in a small pen, sleeping on concrete floors for seven days, our rescue had a hold on him but he had to wait for the required holding period in case someone changed their minds and claimed him. When we went in the pound, they just told us a pen number and pointed back to the confinement area, we found him in a small run. You can not believe the excitement he showed as he welcomed us and saw a leash. Because of crowding or because of his bad knee, Clyde was in a pen that did not allow him much room. When we walked him out the door we had to prop him up, his legs did not work from the lack of exercise in the small pen. Once he was lifted into the car, he placed his head on the seat rest where we could pet him on the way. His tail beat constantly all the way to the veterinarian clinic for his checkup. His physical exam disclosed that he would need a knee operation for a torn ACL and he had an ear infection. We headed home with his tail beating like a drum on the back of our car seats. He walked into the house and past the cat without batting an eye, clearly he was familiar with cats. He went in and out of the dog door in minutes, he had used a dog door before. It was immediately clear that Clyde was a toy hound, he had been toy deprived for the ten days he spent in the doggie jail. When he came into our home, he found the toy bin and he emptied it day after day. He would take out toys, carry them, then drop them to go back and get a new one. He loved balls and would fetch like the professional he was. Within a week he was chasing balls and running again, not very far or fast because of his knee, but running none the less. His tail never stopped, he was a very happy boy.
This is why we volunteer to rescue.
Mogley G. Retriever