Must see to believe…

As human beings, isn’t it our responsibility to oversee all things that can’t “care” for themselves? Babies, elderly, animals, plants if you really want to stretch it……

My husband and I were APPALLED this week when we picked up 2 of (I believe 15) total surrendered puppy mill dogs that lived locally. You hear about “puppy mills” all the time and see them on tv and you hear about or even meet people who have a puppy mill rescue – but have you ever had a raw puppy mill rescue in front of you? It’s eye-opening. From what I understood from the woman who transported them to me, someone was at a yard sale and was approached by the son of the family asking if anyone knew anyone who could help out with rescuing these dogs – the mother of the family recently became ill and it become difficult to care for the dogs. From what I heard, the ones we picked up Monday night were the “good” ones. We also have Snickers (in our home currently).

Frankie was super sweet, very nice – didn’t bat an eye at us at all. But Rudy had a different opinion of us and didn’t want much to do with being touched – and who could blame him? The mats, the urine, dirt, probably feces, that coated his poor body made my head spin and the odor knocked us off our feet. We had to literally pour Rudy out of his crate when we got home because he was so frightened of us and the new world around him. Getting him back in wasn’t fun either. We let the two wander around the yard for a bit and tried to feed them but not surprisingly, they didn’t seem to have much of an appetite.

Without a peep, Rudy and Frankie settled in for the night with thoughts of their spa day on Tuesday, I could not wait to see what they would look like, if they would even be able to groom them.

Here is Frankie pre wash, cut and blow out…..

Frankie - pre spa day

and after………………….he cleaned up nicely!!

Frankie after a little pampering

And now the piece de resistance - ladies, we know how our entire attitude can change after a haircut, right? Well, Rudy now knows that too. His entire demeanor changed – he went from a grumpy (probably in pain from all of those mats) growly dude walking into Petsmart into a guy that danced and sauntered (even strutted) walking out – the girls at Petsmart in Collegeville had him sitting and taking treats – I swore they switched dogs on me – I teared up – this wasn’t the same guy who was cowering in a crate the night before that didn’t want to come near us and barely let us touch him. Amazing……Well, without further ado…..here he is…..I hear he’s a little lap dog now…..