We Adopted A Peanut
Did I Say "A" Peanut? Oops
Peanut is our Min Pin. He was a shelter dog and I can only imagine how bad his life was before he was turned in to the humane society
What Is That?
Peanut was brought into the shelter I was working at in the dead of winter. The man that brought him in said he found him curled up in a snow bank. I wasn't even sure what he had in his arms, it sure didn't look like a dog.
When the man set him on the counter I couldn't believe my eyes. Huddled up on the counter was nothing but a skeleton with skin and fur. He was a sad sight to see. I had seen emaciated dogs before, but not this bad still alive, He limped his way across the counter and curled up between my arms. If the counter were any wider I'm not sure he would have made it.
The man was actually outside of our intake area but there was no way I was letting this dog sit in a cold cage at animal control over the weekend - I was pretty sure he wouldn't be around come Monday anyway.
Hoping that he would hang in there we set him up in the front office where it was warm.
I was surprised to see him raise his head up and look at me when I came in in the morning.
Wow, what a mess! Poor guy had diarrhea so bad and everywhere - I'm the one that put him in the office so I had to clean it up.
He made an attempt to eat but it was halfhearted at best. I just couldn't stand for his last days to be sitting in a cage all alone. Time to make a call.
I called my husband - I knew he had a huge soft spot for Min Pins anyway and I was right. The way he saw it was that if he was going to die, at least his last days could be full of love and caring. So it i packed him up with some medicine, just in case, and some food.
It Is Alive!
When I took him home my husband was sitting in the recliner with a blanket, just waiting for him. I begged him not to get too attached - he had done that with foster puppies before - I was still sure he wouldn't make it and the vet didn't hold out much hope either.
I still had to work so I left him with my husband with instructions to call when he passed and I would come pick him up.
When I got home that night he was standing! He looked like a horseshoe standing there. It was so pitiful that he couldn't stand straight. My husband had given him a bath and apparently had been hand feeding him baby food and pedialyte and the little guy was hanging on. My husband started calling him Peanut because he was so small.
My husband nursed him back to health day by day. He did such a good job that within 2 weeks the vet said he was healthy enough to neuter!
He still had a way to go but we decided to make him a permanent part of the family. That was 8 years ago and he's still going strong. He spent a year as a trucking dog making friends all over the country. Who knows, if you're a truck driver you may have met him yourself.
You would think that after his starvation he would gulp his food down but he never has - he plays with it, tossing it around and barking at it. He is such a silly dog and has fit into the family perfectly that I can't imagine life without him.
He sure keeps us laughing!