It was a dark night... on a dark road... on a Saturday night in Dale County, Alabama. We're driving home from the Sony employee picnic... My DBF Kenny suddenly slams on the brakes. Out in front of us are puppies... 3... 4... more? Playing in the road.
Fast forward half an hour... we have SEVEN puppies in the car - filthy, stinky, flea-ridden, terrified babies who have obviously been abandoned. Seven baths and seven Capstar tablets later (not to mention a few blenderfulls of dog food & milk), the clean & flea-free pups are sleeping soundly in our drained hot tub.
Sunday morning we survey the situation. We have four girls and three boys, ranging in size from five pounds to eleven pounds. So skinny - great big heads on emaciated little bodies. But sweet... oh my... so sweet you can't stand it. From the looks of their tiny little teeth, we guess they're eight to nine weeks old. Some sort of shepherd mix... who knows?
So... here we are... we have seven puppies in our back yard added to our three dogs makes TEN canines in our little family. I think that's a few too many, although I could be convinced otherwise (did I mention how SWEET these little guys are?).
Okay, to continue the story... We hauled them all off to the vet. Got them their shots and other needed medications - for worms, etc. But the vet agreed that overall, they're fine little pups. We beam with pride.
Obviously, we need to find homes for our little friends. The pups are friendly, intelligent (taught a few of them to sit in 45 seconds), CALM , respectful and (did I mention?) sweet. I've never felt so LOVED in all my life!
We have Spike - one of the big boys, yet a bit of a scaredy cat. He's beautiful - a perfect speciman of ... whatever he is. He's a terrific cuddler. He fell off our deck this weekend, so he's nursing a sore leg. He's a great patient!
Then there's Peaches - one of the runts - who has the rest of the pack under her princess-like paw. One day I handed out seven bones, and she ended up with three of them.
Baba - my baby - is the smallest and neediest. She spends much of her time on my lap and she's perfected a "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" cry that will melt your heart.
Hugger, so named for his passion for showing affection, loves to chase tennis balls. He even brings them right back!
And three more, all of whom have their own personalities and interests. As we're nursing them back to health, we're also working on their house manners and they love their lessons.
I'm begging the Active Rain community in the Deep South to help me find great homes for these very special puppies. They will NOT be going to a shelter... they came into my world for a reason and I won't let them down. Even if it means driving across the countryside to deliver them to their new home.
If nothing else, please send your good wishes. I'm sure the pups will appreciate it. THANK YOU!
p.s. If you're having a bad day and need some overwhelming love & affection... please come visit us. Just sit down in my back yard and you'll be smiling and laughing in no time!
copyright Jennifer Allan 2007