A new member has been recently added to my family. This addition was not planned yet certainly welcomed by my husband, daughters and of course myself. She is an adorable little dog that was abandoned in her greatest time of need. She was found in a snowstorm with vaginal prolapse; it appeared she had given birth sometime prior and was extremely emaciated. My hospital, being the excellent one that it is took her on-board to attempt to give her another chance.
After her surgery, I would watch her struggle in the kennel to receive some kind of attention, even after her surgery she would paw at the door every time I walked by. At the end of my shift, I decided to take her out and hold her for a while, telling her what a good dog she was and that we would all work together to find her a home. I did not know then that her new home would be with me. When I came home and showed my husband a video of her his reaction was straightforward and simple, “Why is she not here?” For the first time in my career and in my life, I was the cautious one; after all, we have two small dogs already. Ok, ok, I will admit that moment of caution did not last long as later I called the hospital to say I would bring her home.
She fit right in.
It was as if it was meant to be, but isn’t a dog always meant to be in a loving home? She recovered on a dog bed that she adored, judging by her protruding bones and pressure sores I doubt she ever had the comfort of a bed. Little by little, she gained weight and began to look like a healthy dog again. She had lost many teeth and had sores on her tiny splayed feet, I will never know, but I guessed she lived as a breeder in a cage for some time. As I got to know her better, I discovered she had many behavioral problems.
She was fearful of going outside, getting her into the yard to teach her to go to the bathroom took months. After bringing her outside, she would sit by the door, cower and cry. We used pee pads and moved them closer and closer to the door until she learned to go outside to go to the bathroom. After friending our miniature poodle, she ran into the fenced area of her own accord one day, running and playing without a care. Then, the issue of coprophagia reared its ugly little head one day during a free run outside. Luckily for me, I knew what to do about that.
We are still working on leash walks, when I first went to treat her to a woods walk outside, she laid belly to the ground crying looking up at me with the saddest eyes. Even with the help of my poodle, walking was stressful for her. Good thing she is small because I carried her that first day, assuring her I would not abandon her. After all, someone had to have thrown her out in that snow. Oh, my little one has such abandonment issues and she cannot be blamed for it one bit.
During this time my family and I pondered what to name her, no names we thought of seemed to stick or feel right. In the meantime, I was making pork-chops for dinner one night as she sat by my feet, I must admit that I am a sucker for those pleading dog eyes and I found out she loves pork-chops. That name stuck.
Recently I have undergone some medical issues and have been on medical leave, the time passes so slowly and gives me too much time to lean towards depression. Porkchop is always there at my side, more so than any dog I have had in my life. I stayed at her side as she was healing and she is blessing me with that same companionship. It always brings us, dog owners, back to that rhetorical question of who saved who?