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wp_20160811_005-1This is Felicia.
She is a black lab/border collie mix, about 13 months old now.

I adopted this little lady from the Humane Association’s animal shelter…
When I first met her, all she could do was cower.  Once she got through that, she became a bit aggressive, mostly from severe anxiety disorder.

Felicia has made good progress:  During her first month in my home, she was afraid of everything:  An unexpected noise, furniture, the kitchen garbage can…  Now she is much more relaxed in that regard.

She still has a number of challenges:  Separation and stranger anxiety, generalized anxiety disorder, problems with aggression.  Her rehabilitation plan includes medication, behavior management, calming coats, essential oils, a lot of patience and love.  When she is behaving, Felicia is a nice little dog.  I say she’s like “the little girl who had a curl right in the middle of her forehead…”

When Felicia was still at the shelter, I was told that she was brought in by people who simply didn’t do anything with her siblings and her, so they are timid.  Hmmmmm, I don’t know that I buy the story.  Felicia cowers at any hand movement that could look like she might be hit.  She also freaks out if I try to dry her off with a towel and she is very protective of her hind quarters.

As for the separation anxiety, it turns out that shelter dogs often have this problem.  It makes sense:  Imagine that you are relaxing at home; then one day, you are taken to a strange place and put into a cage.  Nothing is familiar; no one comes back for you.
If I had known then what I do now, I’m not sure I would have adopted this little dynamo.  She truly is a handful.  It is something to consider when getting acquainted with a shelter dog.

Now that Felicia has been here for almost six months and I know her, I’m glad to keep her and do the work it takes for her to be well.  I really want Felicia to succeed.  None of the alternatives are all right with me:  Take her back to the shelter?  No.  She would be destroyed by that.  Euthanize her?  No.  She has too much promise for that… Besides, now that she has found a place in my heart, I would miss her.

I have been told that it takes several months to rehabilitate an animal that has been abandoned or abused.  I get encouragement from this:  There is hope for Felicia.




Meet Buddy.
He is a happy kitten these days.
He is one of the blessed ones:  He was found, shortly after being dumped at a State park.
When my neighbor first brought him home, he had to have milk because he wasn’t up to regular cat food just yet.
Now, he eats well.
He is learning how to wear a leash to go outdoors.
His biggest worry is, what toy should he play with next?
It is really amazing that he wasn’t caught by a cougar or coyote.

Not to preach tooo much here:
If you are thinking about having an animal, consider your choice very carefully:  animals require care; to have one is to take on full responsibility for it’s health and welfare.
If you find that you can’t have a pet after all, take it to the Humane society or see to it that your animal gets a new home.
Dumping animals, especially babies, is cruel beyond description.


In the US, National Animals’ Rights Day was June 8.
While that particular day is past, it’s still June, so Priscilla would like to share her story:

I don’t remember being picked up out of the feed trough; I was still a baby, just 3 months old.
I was on a farm, dumped there by the people who had my mommy.  I didn’t know how to hunt or find water – no one had taught me that.
Finally, I was so thirsty and hungry, but I didn’t have any strength left.
I nudged my brother, but he didn’t move.  There was no life left in him.
My sister was dead, too.
I climbed into a big trough.  Sometimes, there was water or bits of food there.  It was empty.
I laid down, so weak, tired and sleepy.
Then, hands picked me up.  I couldn’t fight  All of my strength was gone.
Next, liqquid was in my mouth and going down my throat.
Then, more liqquid.  I was beginning to feel better.
Then, yummy smelling food was in front of me.  I couldn’t eat very much, yet I wanted more.
As I became more aware and gained strength, I also became afraid:  What is this strange place!
I hid under a gigantic bed with Cille.  She was another kitten on the farm.
One day, this sweet person came.  First, she held me, then Cille.
Before I knew it, I was in a carrier; then, I was in a home with the woman.  There was also a big, black, friendly dog and oh boy!  A bird to try catching!
Okay, I’m not allowed to stare at, jump on the cage of or otherwise harass the bird…
Now I am happy.  My pet human says I have a softball tummy.
I don’t go outside, even though my person would let me:  Too frightening out there.
Indoors with all the food, water, toys and attention I could ever want is good enough for me!
*Priscilla was dumped on a farm when she was just a tiny kitten.  she almost didn’t make it:  Her siblings were already dead, and she maybe had a couple hours or so left, but some friends rescued her just in time.
I don’t have words to describe how cruel it is for people to dump animals.
If you have some you don’t want, please take them to the Humane Society:  That is why it is there.
Thank you.