It’s been a little over 2 years since Stumpy became a member of our family. Everyday, there are tons of things for which I should give thanks. My Stumpy-girl is one of them. I had been looking for a dog for quite some time. My search entailed hours of perusing petfinder, craigslist, visiting shelters and researching different breeds. I knew I could not support the needs of the large working dog breeds I preferred.
I found Stumpy on petfinder. The listing described her as a small, quiet, well behaved blue heeler/minpin cross. That should have raised a red flag. Quiet minpin?
I called the rescue and found out at 6 months “Pocahontas” had known 6 homes. At that point, that was all that mattered. No dog deserved that. Clearly, there was a problem and I was not going to allow her to go to another home without some rehab. Maybe she was just what I needed... a new focus, something I was good at, something I could feel I was actually DOING something positive, that served a purpose in the bigger picture.
I drove a couple hundred miles, a couple of days later to meet the transporter and got a little more history. Stumpy had been found with her mother, a minpin, and her 3 siblings (all stumpy-tailed dogs) in a parking lot in Arkansas. The mother and pups were wet, freezing and starved. Stumpy had lived in 4 different states since at that point, the last being Maryland. Seems to me, she had been on her way north, to me, all of her short little life.
I found Stumpy on petfinder. The listing described her as a small, quiet, well behaved blue heeler/minpin cross. That should have raised a red flag. Quiet minpin?
I called the rescue and found out at 6 months “Pocahontas” had known 6 homes. At that point, that was all that mattered. No dog deserved that. Clearly, there was a problem and I was not going to allow her to go to another home without some rehab. Maybe she was just what I needed... a new focus, something I was good at, something I could feel I was actually DOING something positive, that served a purpose in the bigger picture.
I drove a couple hundred miles, a couple of days later to meet the transporter and got a little more history. Stumpy had been found with her mother, a minpin, and her 3 siblings (all stumpy-tailed dogs) in a parking lot in Arkansas. The mother and pups were wet, freezing and starved. Stumpy had lived in 4 different states since at that point, the last being Maryland. Seems to me, she had been on her way north, to me, all of her short little life.
