My foster dog stinks to high heaven. I don't know for sure what breed he is.
His eyes are blank and hard. He won't let me pet him and growls when I reach for
him. He has ragged scars and crusty sores on his skin. His nails are long and
his teeth which he showed me are stained. I sigh. I drove two hours for this. I
carefully maneuver him so that I can stuff him in the create. Then I heft the
create and put it in the car. I am going home with my new foster dog.
At home I leave him in the create till all the other dogs are in the yard. I
get him out of the create and ask him if he wants 'outside'. As I lead him to
the door he hikes his leg on the wall and shows me his stained teeth again. When
we come in he goes to the create because that's the only safe place he sees. I
offer him food but he wont eat it if I look at him, so I turn my back .When I
come back the food is gone. I ask again about 'outside'. When we come back I pat
him before I let him in the create, he jerks away and runs into the create to
show me his teeth.
The next day I decide I can't stand the stink any longer I lead him into the
bath with cheese in my hand. His fear of me in not quite overcome by his wish
for the cheese. And well he should fear me, for I will give him a bath .After an
attempt or two to bail out he is defeated and stands there . I have bathed four
legged bath squirters for more dogs years than he has been alive. His only
defense was a show of his stained teeth that did not hold up to a face full of
water. As I wash him it is almost as if I wash not only the stink and dirt away
but also some of his hardness .His eyes look full of sadness now. And he looks
completely pitiful as only a soap covered dog can. I tell him that he will feel
better when he is cleaned. After the soap the towels are not too bad so he lets
me rub him dry. I take him outside. He runs for joy. The joy of not being in the
tub and the joy of being clean. I, the bath giver, am allowed to share the joy.
He comes to me and lets me pet him.
One week later I have a vet bill. His skin is healing .He likes for me to pet
him. I think I know what color he will be when his hair grows in. I have found
out he is terrified of other dogs. So I carefully introduce him to my mildest
four legged brat. It doesn't go well.
Two weeks later a new vet bill for an infection that was missed on the first
visit. He plays with the other dogs.
Three weeks later he asks to be petted. He chewed up part of the rug.
Eight weeks later his coat shines, he has gained weight. He shows his clean
teeth when his tongue lolls out after he plays chase in the yard with the gang.
His eyes are soft and filled with life. He loves hugs and likes to show off his
tricks ,if you have the cheese.
Someone called today and asked about him, they saw the picture I took the
first week. They asked about his personality ,his history, his breed. They asked
if he was pretty.
I asked them lots of questions. I checked up on them. I prayed. I said yes.
When they saw him the first time they said he was the most beautiful dog they
had ever seen.
Six months later I got a call from his new family. He is wonderful, smart
,well behaved and very loving. How could someone not want him?
I told them I didn't know .
He is beautiful.
They all are.
Corgi and Corgi Mix rescue-Missouri