It was a typical morning for me; scrambling to get out the door, running late as usual, and I had a doctor appointment to keep. I was no sooner out the front door when a dog that I had seen roaming the neighborhood several times approached me in the parking lot. She had a red string tied tightly around her neck, which I thought looked odd. As I bent down to greet her I noticed that it was not string, but a cut instead, with worst part of the injury just under her chin.
Though I had no time to spare just then, I brought her onto the front porch and locked her in (as my condo was already filled with dogs), and left for my appointment. After I got to work, I left for an early lunch and picked her up to go to the vet. Her injury was so infected and putrid that I was heaving and gagging as we drove to the vet, even with the windows rolled down.
As it turned out, the dog had been chained up so tightly—with the chain itself wrapped around her neck—and for so long, that the chain had cut into her flesh, leaving distinct impressions of the links in her skin.
With the help of some friends and rescue associates, I was able to raise the money to get her treated, and place her up for adoption. I named her Senta, and for the next two years we searched for her forever home.
It was a tough two years, and I sometimes thought she would never get adopted. She went in and out of foster homes, was boarded at the vet off and on, spent six months fostered at a dog boarding facility, and even stayed at a shelter for which I volunteer.
Every time I took her to an adopt-a-pet I would break down and cry on the way back home. Yet another day, and no one expressed any interest in her. Senta was a good dog, but big and energetic, perhaps too big and energetic for city. She did have some people express interest in her, but no one really committed to her for who she was—no one who said, “This is the dog for me, and no other dog will do.”
Then finally, the day came when the right person came along. Senta was finally adopted by a loving family in Wylie, TX. She gets to sleep in the bed with them, and has the cutest little Yorkie playmate named Zeus. Ever so often I get a good report on her, and I though I miss her terribly, I am equally happy that Senta finally has a home where she is loved and cherished.
I received the above photo this past week from her family, and I just wanted to share it with everyone.
Cary Birdwell
ADOPT A DALLAS PET
Though I had no time to spare just then, I brought her onto the front porch and locked her in (as my condo was already filled with dogs), and left for my appointment. After I got to work, I left for an early lunch and picked her up to go to the vet. Her injury was so infected and putrid that I was heaving and gagging as we drove to the vet, even with the windows rolled down.
As it turned out, the dog had been chained up so tightly—with the chain itself wrapped around her neck—and for so long, that the chain had cut into her flesh, leaving distinct impressions of the links in her skin.
With the help of some friends and rescue associates, I was able to raise the money to get her treated, and place her up for adoption. I named her Senta, and for the next two years we searched for her forever home.
It was a tough two years, and I sometimes thought she would never get adopted. She went in and out of foster homes, was boarded at the vet off and on, spent six months fostered at a dog boarding facility, and even stayed at a shelter for which I volunteer.
Every time I took her to an adopt-a-pet I would break down and cry on the way back home. Yet another day, and no one expressed any interest in her. Senta was a good dog, but big and energetic, perhaps too big and energetic for city. She did have some people express interest in her, but no one really committed to her for who she was—no one who said, “This is the dog for me, and no other dog will do.”
Then finally, the day came when the right person came along. Senta was finally adopted by a loving family in Wylie, TX. She gets to sleep in the bed with them, and has the cutest little Yorkie playmate named Zeus. Ever so often I get a good report on her, and I though I miss her terribly, I am equally happy that Senta finally has a home where she is loved and cherished.
I received the above photo this past week from her family, and I just wanted to share it with everyone.
Cary Birdwell
ADOPT A DALLAS PET
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