Life's Decisions... Life's Changes
Today we picked up a Pomeranian named "Fritz" (name is subject to change). Fritz is 8 years old and lived is entire life with owners who adored him. She made a choice she had to make because of issues between the dog and her baby son. It was not an easy choice, and it will probably be something that always haunts her.
The transport person that picked up Fritz said that the woman was crying hysterically when she handed him off. When I got him home, I opened the box of belongings and supplies that came along with him and I found a letter from his owner. I could feel the anguish in her written words. She supplied her phone number and asked that we call. When we did, she cried some more. I feel very bad for her.
Even more, I feel so bad for Fritz. He is confused. I am sure he doesn't understand why he isn't in the home he had been in since a puppy. I am sure he wonders where his people are, or when they will be coming to get him. When he goes outside, he sniffs the air. I think he wants to figure out where he is, and maybe smell if is people are around.
I feel bad for the poor boy. I am sure being shuffled through three homes other than his own in the process of transport was confusing, but at least he didn't have to sit in a shelter. Seeing how stressed he was, I think a shelter would have killed him. He just wouldn't have been able to deal with it.
I do think he will adjust. We picked him up at around 11:30 AM. Once we got home he sniffed around a bit, then sat on his blanket from "home". If we tried to pick him up, he would snap at us, so we left him where he was comfortable. After several hours passed, Joe picked him up while wrapped in his blanket and sat with him on his lap. He seemed to get a little more comfortable, but was still on edge and panting a lot.
Later Joe took a nap and took the dog to bed with him. When Joe got up to go to work, the dog wanted to stay there with his blanket, so I let him. A short time later, I heard him cry so I went in and got him. I set his blanket on a chair beside me. He seemed to get more comfortable. Later he wanted to get down and explore more. When he was done, and I went to pick him up he put his front legs up so I could get him easier. So, in a little more than 12 hours he has gone from snapping to wanting me to pick him up. I am sure that the uncertainty he feels will fade. At least he seems to have caught on that coming to one of us is a safe place when he feels overwhelmed in his new surroundings.
We'll take this day by day. I am worried that once enough time passes and he realizes that he is never going back home he may get a bit depressed. I am sure his little heart is broken, and I wish I could make it better for him.
On the ride home
The transport person that picked up Fritz said that the woman was crying hysterically when she handed him off. When I got him home, I opened the box of belongings and supplies that came along with him and I found a letter from his owner. I could feel the anguish in her written words. She supplied her phone number and asked that we call. When we did, she cried some more. I feel very bad for her.
Even more, I feel so bad for Fritz. He is confused. I am sure he doesn't understand why he isn't in the home he had been in since a puppy. I am sure he wonders where his people are, or when they will be coming to get him. When he goes outside, he sniffs the air. I think he wants to figure out where he is, and maybe smell if is people are around.
I feel bad for the poor boy. I am sure being shuffled through three homes other than his own in the process of transport was confusing, but at least he didn't have to sit in a shelter. Seeing how stressed he was, I think a shelter would have killed him. He just wouldn't have been able to deal with it.
I do think he will adjust. We picked him up at around 11:30 AM. Once we got home he sniffed around a bit, then sat on his blanket from "home". If we tried to pick him up, he would snap at us, so we left him where he was comfortable. After several hours passed, Joe picked him up while wrapped in his blanket and sat with him on his lap. He seemed to get a little more comfortable, but was still on edge and panting a lot.
Later Joe took a nap and took the dog to bed with him. When Joe got up to go to work, the dog wanted to stay there with his blanket, so I let him. A short time later, I heard him cry so I went in and got him. I set his blanket on a chair beside me. He seemed to get more comfortable. Later he wanted to get down and explore more. When he was done, and I went to pick him up he put his front legs up so I could get him easier. So, in a little more than 12 hours he has gone from snapping to wanting me to pick him up. I am sure that the uncertainty he feels will fade. At least he seems to have caught on that coming to one of us is a safe place when he feels overwhelmed in his new surroundings.
We'll take this day by day. I am worried that once enough time passes and he realizes that he is never going back home he may get a bit depressed. I am sure his little heart is broken, and I wish I could make it better for him.
On the ride home
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Sunday, February 13, 2005
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