I Swore Off Pets Forever, and Then These Two Came Along

Our pair of rescued dogs repay the favor daily.

Penny is mischievous. She steals things she knows she's not supposed to steal, but she does it cleverly, always hiding the evidence. Dorothy just gets rattled in the head, too wound up: She forgets herself and chews on furniture right in front of us.

Both dogs have an absolutely pathetic fear of punishment. One loud word sends Penny squirming and twisting into a ball with her head tucked — dog language for, "Please oh please, don't beat me too terrible bad." It's awful. You have to tell a dog no sometimes, but Penny really makes you pay in the gut.

Dorothy flies from the room like a bullet, bounds up the stairs and cowers at the far end of our bed, which is her lair now. When I find her there in shadows, she is shivering, but the unwavering eye is on me, watching, watching. I think she would take three good licks without moving. Then she would leap to kill.

Nobody's perfect. But as we come to the end of this year, what impresses and even amazes me is the improvement, the amount of rehabilitation both dogs have accomplished. I didn't know dogs could do that.

I have had dogs all my life, but I always got them as puppies. I just assumed, I guess, that a dog started out at Point A and proceeded pretty much to Point B without any detours, certainly without turnarounds. These two have opened my eyes.

The abuse is so clear to read. And, no, I don't really think Dorothy's nemesis was a puppeteer. Maybe nobody picked on her on purpose. Simply being left to fend in alleys can be a pretty savage beginning for these beings who carry in them some spark of human comprehension, an eye that can see into our eyes. Does that spark protect or weaken them? I guess that's up to us.

I know that even when our dogs were at their most tentative and afraid, when the wounds of tough puppy-hoods were plain to see, they were always inching back across the floor, creeping slowly out of the shadows to be comforted and cajoled. Why would that be? If life taught them to bite, why wouldn't they just learn to bite faster and harder? What is it in a dog that seeks reconciliation and love, even from the hand it fears?

Even more stunning, however, is the complex and layered development of new personality. In any animal, human or non, what is more complicated than trust? How can an animal that does not trust learn to trust after all? But these two have.

Penny trusts everybody now. She's a jump-up give-me-a-pet kind of a dog. We have to watch her for that. Who likes dogs who jump up? Dorothy trusts us, other people not so much. I really have to watch her when we pass people walking. Every once in a while she would like to kind of arc out to the end of the leash and give a nice little chomp on the ankle to some lady pushing a stroller. We try very hard to avoid that.

She also has developed an insane phobia for the opening of motorized gates on apartment buildings. She starts leaping on the leash, foaming at the mouth and howling like the Hounds of the Baskervilles. I think at some point she must have been abused by an apartment-dweller. Or a gatekeeper. Or she's just nuts.

I know this much. It makes me feel guilty to say it. It makes me feel terrible. But I know it's true. No pure-bred Weimaraner fed by hand and raised from a pup ever came close to feeling the gratitude these two feel for having a home. When I open that door at night, I know what all their jumping and barking and licking and dancing around means. It's dog language for, "Oh, Boss, please, can we stay one more night?"

I'm writing this a week before the holiday, but I already know what I will tell them on that special evening. I will pause inside the door, stroke my chin like Nick himself, shake my head gravely, mutter out loud, "Well, I don't know. I just don't know."

Then I will throw up my arms and say, "Oh, what the hell. It's Christmas! OK. One more night."

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julipo
julipo

You are fully entitled in this instance to feel saintly and self-righteous. Taking in an abandoned animal is one of the most generous and beautiful gestures a human can make.  Once you've done it, you'll never buy another breeder dog again.  And for those who hesitate to adopt for fear of "what they'll get", I would point out that no dog is guaranteed. I know people who've bought a purebred puppy that grew up to be unruly or aggressive.  Sometimes a rescue pet who's lived with a foster is more predictable, as they've been observed over a period of time by the family.

zazutu
zazutu

Very nice article.  My wife and I can completely relate.  On another level, your experience is analogous to kids in foster care.  I worked for Child Protective Services for many years and have observed all the behaviors you mentioned, plus many more.  It's difficult to explain the problems one encounters, to those who have never experienced them.  Your article provides a nice bridge to the experience and needs of kids who have had a rough go of it. 

irish777
irish777

one of the sweetest articles iv'e read yet..

trublutopaz
trublutopaz

Thank you for this story. All of our pets have been "found" pets. Our first dogs, the ones who let our then toddler children pull on them to stand up were from the ASPCA. A black lab and a golden retriever mix, Pete and Sandy, a nice suburban couple who taught out children how to love beyond their own tiny lives. Our pets lived to ripe old ages, Sandy to 14 and Pete to nearly 17. When they were gone, they left a hole in our lives. When my daughter graduated from high school, all she wanted was a dog. We found a "free" dog in the Greensheet. I was hesitant, but despite the nice Richardson house, the poor dog-another Golden mix-was skinny and muddy. I couldn't leave her there. We brought her home, got her cleaned up. We found out she was terrified of belts, and men wearing gimme caps. Looking back, the "dad" and kids did not cry as the dog left, but the mother did. Sometimes it makes me wonder what was going on there. At any rate, we found out she had heartworm, had her treated. She became my husband's constant companion as he transitioned into working out of our home. Now he's the beloved Indy dog of our two year old grandson. At ten years, I know we won't have her too much longer, so I am savoring what I can. Frankly, I like the dogs I know much more than many of the people I know. They are so honest and give nothing but love back in return for kindness. I love my Indy dog.

donjames2011
donjames2011

Just when I think Jim is crazy as a loon, he writes an article like this.

Your story reminds me of when we adopted our little boy 4 years ago. Thanks for this article. You can go back to being crazy now.

TLS1
TLS1

So beautiful.  I love my three rescue dogs and they love me.  

Rescuefan
Rescuefan

Greatness! Fantastic story and bravo to Jim and his wife for giving those two dogs a home.

mammymc
mammymc

What a wonderful story!  I have three rescue dogs, four if you count the Jack Russel terrier we got for free from an elderly couple who couldn't cope.  Plus two cats ( I live on 5 acres in East Texas).  Each has its own story and personality.  I've had to take several to the no kill shelter in Athens because there are some incredibly ignorant people who believe it is a kindness to dump unwanted pets on country roads becaues the animals can always survive in the country.  Wrong.  I still shed tears over the last two, obviously friends, supremely sweet natured and very grateful for the kindness and food we gave them. But I am a retired school teacher with a limited fixed income and coould not keep them.  My neighbors took them to the shelter because they knew if they didn't I would have kept them and I don't need six dogs.  I hope they were adopted together.  Thanks for the reminder of all they give to us and how our lives are the better for it.

gollyrojer
gollyrojer

Delightful story, Jim. I have two cats obtained from a rescue center about three years ago. Brother and sister, they have distinct personalities. Dixie is an alarm clock who always knows when it's time for us to get up, and especially to feed them. Mason goes in the bathroom and shuts the door. I thought he was hermitic, but my GF believes he is following my lead in doing "man things" (such as closing
the bathroom door and staying for a while). Whatever--when I open the door he isn't panicking to get out; he's sitting calmly in the middle of the room, meditating.

skyemcdowell
skyemcdowell

What?  Not a single comment?  Jim writes a wonderful story about his two rescue dogs and no one says a thing.  However, let him write an insightful piece about current affairs and it stirs up a shit-storm of vitriol.  Well, Jim, good job here.  I love all your pieces whether I agree with your view point or not, but this one is special to me because I too have two crazy-wonderful rescue dogs that I love no matter how often they pee on the rug or eat something they are not supposed too.

Sotiredofitall
Sotiredofitall topcommenter

Yep - where are all the usual suspects hating on every word.   Shelter dogs are the best.

 
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