When we get a call pertaining to a rescue dog, we really don't
know what is coming.
Sometimes we get a call for a little dog and it turns out to be
a giant breed cross. Sometimes we get a call for one dog and
that turns into multiple dogs. Sometimes we get a call for an
injury and it is not as bad as we imagine. And sometimes it
is worse than we can believe.
When one of our Field Volunteer's reported that a little
shepherd pup was being bullied by other dogs in our rescue
community, we knew we wanted to bring this little guy in. As
quickly as we could find a foster home for him, we brought Magoo
in. Well, Mr. Magoo turned out to be Miss Magoo. And
then we noticed that Miss Magoo's stomach was quite big. As
is the case in dog rescue, time is of the essence, so I rearranged
my day to get Magoo in to the vet for an x-ray.
Luckily the x-ray showed no pups. Unfortunately, her belly
was distended because it was full of garbage. Literally, she
had eaten whatever she could including electrical wire. What
also stood out on her x-ray was the pellet from a bebe gun that is
lodged in her hip. A pellet cannot just jump into the hip of
a moving dog. This means that someone shot Magoo at some
point in her life.
This golden, timid little dog not only was being bullied by the
dogs, but obviously mistreated by at least one human in her
Miss Magoo is not able to tell me in words about her history,
but she has told me volumes in her movements. On the night
she arrived, she was fearful. On day one, she was
timid. On day three, she started to interact with me.
On day four, she wagged her tail with vigor each time she saw
me. By day seven, she was doing a happy dance and making
happy noises. Slowly, she was learning that she was
While I am the care giver to a long term foster dog with special
behavior and medical needs, it has been a while since I have been
the primary individual reaching out to a dog that was partially
shut down upon arrival. Working with Magoogoo, as
she became known, entering into my interactions with patience and
celebrating milestones like looking at me, eating out of my hand,
letting me pet her has been a timely refresher.
My primary role in the rescue realm has become more about
directing the people that make it happen and solving issues and
problems that have escalated, so it was nice to be at the paw level
again. I felt connected with the canines again.
I won't lie, moving her to her regular foster home was tough,
but I am so happy that I got to be the human who restored Magoo's
trust and repaired her soul upon rescue.