Rescued Animal of the Month: November 2015:
Each month we will feature a rescued animal success story.
Hi everyone!! My name is General and I want to share my story with you. I was born on a reserve, one of many strays that struggle to survive each and every day. Somehow I got myself into trouble, nobody really knows how, but no matter, I ended up with many serious injuries. My right ear was partially missing, I was missing bottom teeth, my rear left leg was shot off at the ankle and my rear left side was full of pellets.
In the spring of 2010, Second Chance Animal Rescue received a call about me. A lady had seen me lying under a picnic table and tried to pet me. I was so frightened that I quickly hobbled away. She could see that I was injured and decided to help me. It was unbelievable to me, but those wonderful and dedicated volunteers never gave up on me.I tell you, I gave them a run for their money and they finally caught me on the fourth try. I was taken to a vet clinic where my rear left leg was amputated and my remaining injuries were treated. I was only in care for a short while before I was adopted by a wonderful loving family.
When mom picked me up I was skin and bones. She was told that it would take a while for me to "bond with her" and that they "hoped" I had a forever home. Mom was naive and had no clue what that meant. Little did she know how much work she had in store for her. Some of my issues included claustrophobia, separation anxiety, barking nonstop, household destruction, not being house trained, fighting with other dogs, and trying to dig my way out of the yard so I could run away. Forget the crate training - I destroyed 3 of them and escaped every time. I was almost returned 3 times as mom was so stressed out with my issues but then she decided that no, she had made a commitment to me and would follow it through. No matter what it took.
I couldn't look strangers in the eye when I first came to live with mom. I would hang my head, careful not to meet their gaze. Mom taught me the "look at me" command to get me to be comfortable looking people in the eye.
Mom worked with me for 7 months; each and every day. Gradually, I became comfortable with my new surroundings.
I am grateful to everyone who helped me on my journey to finding my forever family. The one thing I hope that everyone can take away from my story is this: Yes, rescue dogs can be a lot of work, and they sometimes have issues, but with time and patience they can be overcome.
Mom says that now, every time she looks in my big brown eyes or gives me a hug, she sees me wearing a dog smile, and that all her efforts were worth it and she wouldn't change a thing.
Oh, and the best part? I have now been a foster "big brother" to 11 other homeless dogs. No fights, just lots of "showing them the ropes".