Rescue Dogs

Looking at Honey now, it's easy to think of her as the perfect, sweet girl she is. It's taken a lot of work to get where we are today, and I'm lucky enough that this is what I come home to now:

There was a time when we couldn't leave her home alone because of her anxiety. About six weeks after we took her home, she destroyed her crate to the point where she couldn't safely be put back inside. I left her out and came home to find she had eaten her nylon leash and harness. She eventually went to the emergency vet where they induced vomiting to get most of it and then scoped to get the remainder. In the weeks and months that followed, she went to the shelter to be kenneled whenever there was no one at home. I was contacting rescues trying to get someone to commit to her whenever her case was over, but with no luck.

That doesn't even cover the sorry state she was in when we brought her home. She'd just had puppies a few months before, plus she had sores from the hard floor of the kennels as well as "happy tail", which is caused from being so excited at any attention that the tail is beaten bloody on the walls from wagging so hard. Just like with Zeta, we had to put some pounds on her and watch her wounds slowly heal.

It's hard to believe that this is the same dog that would crate herself if you raised your hand or your voice, that didn't understand what toys were and ate like she'd never had food before. She's the one that was labeled "use caution" and the one who mothered all our kittens. She's the one who used to vomit if she was fed too late, or if she was just upset. The one that I worried, "Who is going to take this dog?!"

I truly cannot imagine my life without her. She is the most loyal and faithful companion I could have wished for and I'm thankful every day for her presence in my life. It's been a journey, but entirely worth the early stress and trouble. There's nothing like having someone to come home to, who misses you the same after five minutes or five hours.