...with so many furry children, she didn't know what to do. [So she somehow managed to pick up another stray] Sigh...
This is little Roxie (we think). My niece rescued her from an abandoned rental house where some godawful people had left her for over a week. The house was a shambles, with rotting food and garbage everywhere, and she survived eating out of garbage bags. She was crawling with fleas, of course. She has a bad spot on her rump from flea dermatitus. Her toenails were about 2 inches long and had curled backwards, cutting into the pads of her little feet. The poor thing could not walk on her back feet, and had developed calluses on the back of her legs from walking on them. She has a very raspy bark, and the vet said she had either been hit or kicked in the throat, damaging her vocal chords, or had had a prolonged infection that went untreated and damaged them. When A- found her, she was sleeping on top of a big bag of trash.
She emailed me about her, and of course we'll take her, I said. Without speaking to my husband about it first. Oops. *grin Tonight she brought her out here and we have fallen in love with her already.
She is timid, naturally. She is very affectionate. She fell asleep on my chest earlier, with her little head lying on my heart. I'm guessing my heartbeat soothed her. A mini-Dachshund. Seems to be getting along with the other dogs so far...they are very nosy and she is tolerating it well. She is sleeping in a little crate now, here at my feet. So far tonight, she has followed me from room to room and cried when she couldn't see me. I hope she'll sleep okay .
It was a goofy hodge-podge of a day...nothing went right, it seemed. I felt discombobulated all day...Mercury is in retrograde and I guess it could be that. Why not? I got 2 new tires for my car and the guy couldn't get the lug nuts off. Took him forever. The car sure rides nicer now though. I lost my keys and couldn't find them anywhere. (Finally found them in the laundry basket--in yesterdays pants pocket). I had to figure out some goofy bank stuff. Traffic was terrible.
I am tired out, in love with a sweet little girl, blessed to have a tender-hearted husband, and lucky to live out in the country where there are no authorities to label me an animal hoarder. LMAO
I thought Roxie the Doxie was too cute....we'll see if it works for her. Apparently the previous owners named her Buffy, which she doesn't answer to either (Can you blame her????) If Roxie isn't her name, I suspect she'll let us know soon enough.
More to come, in the saga of the Kelleys of Honeysuckle Hill...and all their sweet babies...
For now, I am going to sleep.