Image by Mary Shannon Johnstone.
There once was a dog named Nahla. She lived across the street and belonged to a 14-year-old girl. Each day we’d hear Naaahlaaaa being shouted and would see said girl chasing this dog who loves to run. She’d go up and down the street running at nothing in particular, just wanted to run. The girl was under the impression that leashes weren’t necessary and maybe liked chasing Nahla? Not a past-time I enjoy, but whatever floats her boat.
Cut to about three weeks ago…
June 21st, I’m in bed with a nasty migraine when I get a knock at the door accompanied by her asking me to watch Nahla for a week while she’s out of town. “I’ll be back July 3rd.” (Which at the time was more than a week, but who’s counting.) I even asked her if she was sure she was coming back just before the holiday. She said she was sure she would be back on July 3rd. John has told me under no circumstances am I to make animal decisions without him. He knows me very well. I have a really soft heart when it comes to animals and sometimes I abandon reason, so it’s a necessary rule to implement for our sanity. Being that I was woken up from a dead sleep and still had the migraine, I say yes without hesitation. She says okay and she’ll bring her over in 30 minutes. As I walk back inside I asked myself what in the heck did I just agree to. Then, my next thought is that John is going to have my hide. I quickly email him with the subject line “please don’t hate me.” He wasn’t too thrilled, but it’s doable for a short period of time. Ha.
July 2nd comes. I get a text. She won’t be home until Friday (this was Tuesday). I didn’t even respond. I just got this oh-shit gut feeling.
Friday arrives. I get another text. She won’t be home until NEXT Friday. I again didn’t respond. John gets home from work and he has had it. I did forget to mention that her mom has been home the ENTIRE time she has been gone and don’t think we didn’t wonder why in the heck her mom wasn’t watching the dog. John decides to take matters into his own hands and takes Nahla back over so her mom can deal with her, roach infested food that they brought with her in hand.
I get a text now saying that her mom is going to take Nahla to the shelter. She actually isn’t allowed to have the dog anymore. She was just buying time by having me keep her and wasn’t honest with me when she left her with me. Oh shit. Here we go. To top it off, Nahla has never been to a veterinarian – she is unspayed and has had NO vaccines (per the mom). Just icing on the cake. Having volunteered at several shelters, I know that there are no shortages of pit mixes on death row.
John tells me that if they are truly having to take her to the shelter and they need to find her a new home that we can keep her and look for a home for her ourselves. I walk back over and get the dog. The mom hands her over gladly.
So, now I have a dog who needs a home. She did visit the vet yesterday (thank you Shannon and Anthony!).
She is heartworm negative (un-freakin-believable). I mean we do have mosquitoes in our neighborhood that can lift small dogs off the ground. And poor girl was often tied up out in the yard for hours on end. It really is a miracle. After her negative test, she has now been started on heartworm prevention.
She did have hookworms, but that’s an easy fix. Two doses of dewormer and she’s all set.
She has now been spayed and fully vaccinated. She will need a distemper-parvo booster in three or four weeks, but that’s a minor expense.
A crate is necessary because she’s still a young dog (just under a year – her birthday is August 11, 2011) and she will chew if left alone.
The only thing left she needs is a loving home. She is such a sweet girl. Please let me know if you or anyone you know might be interested.
Image by Mary Shannon Johnstone.
How can you resist that face?