{"id":14191,"date":"2013-06-11T19:29:40","date_gmt":"2013-06-12T02:29:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/?p=14191"},"modified":"2013-06-11T19:29:40","modified_gmt":"2013-06-12T02:29:40","slug":"meet-the-new-foster-kid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2013\/06\/11\/meet-the-new-foster-kid\/","title":{"rendered":"Meet the new foster kid"},"content":{"rendered":"

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This is Mercy, formerly named Trouble.<\/p>\n

I wasn’t going to foster again, but I armtwisted myself into this one. Although two rescue groups, furrydoc, and her staff have already gone several extra miles for her in the last couple of weeks, she’s a little hard case who needs all the help she can get. How to count her disadvantages?<\/p>\n

* Pitbull<\/p>\n

* About 10 years old<\/p>\n

* Overbred<\/p>\n

* Deaf (or nearly so)<\/p>\n

* Not housebroken<\/p>\n

* Suffering antibiotic-resistant skin sores (though fortunately furrydoc, who’s very good at such things, persuaded a local pharmacy to donate meds that appear to be helping)<\/p>\n

* Not gaining weight despite loving care and fancy-schmancy no-grain, hypoallergenic food.<\/p>\n

* Stressed to the max and desperately missing the man she’s loved all her life.<\/p>\n

Said man is in prison (child molesting, I believe). He handed her off to friends when he went away. They starved her.<\/p>\n

Fortunately, his ex-girlfriend took custody of her and turned her over to local rescuers.<\/p>\n

I didn’t realize it when I picked her up this afternoon, but she’s from my neighborhood. First thing she did when I got her home was escape the yard when I went inside for a minute. But furrydoc’s office assistant (best observer and critter-networker around — Hi, T!) knew exactly which couple of drug houses Mercy would most likely bee-line for — places her human used to hang out. And one of those is where I found her.<\/p>\n

Poor thing, though — she’s within sniffing distance of places she thinks of as “home” and cruel, rotten me is holding her captive. She’s protesting at the moment in a voice that sounds like a rooster trying to crow while being held under water and garrotted. Horrific noise. And loud enough that I fear I’d better go over and explain to the neighbor. (“I’m really not torturing helpless farm animals. Honestly, it’s just a very sad, very bereft dog.”)<\/p>\n

Would love to let Mercy hang out with the family. She’s mild-mannered and already gets along fine with Ava and Robbie. But not ’til you understand that my rug’s not your personal potty, girly. Sorry.<\/i><\/p>\n

How does anybody have a dog for nine or ten years, take her everywhere (which her former owner, however irresponsible otherwise, did) and somehow not house train her? People. Very strange beasts.<\/p>\n

But she loved that man and in his way he loved her, and now she just gazes off in the direction of “home” and wonders why I won’t open the gate and let her go.<\/p>\n

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This is Mercy, formerly named Trouble. I wasn’t going to foster again, but I armtwisted myself into this one. Although two rescue groups, furrydoc, and her staff have already gone several extra miles for her in the last couple of weeks, she’s a little hard case who needs all the help she can get. How to count her disadvantages? * Pitbull * About 10 years old * Overbred * Deaf (or nearly so) * Not housebroken * Suffering antibiotic-resistant skin sores (though fortunately furrydoc, who’s very good at such things, persuaded a local pharmacy to donate meds that appear to…<\/p>\n

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