i found new dog on wednesday, september 10th on my way home from work. she was standing by the side of the road looking scared, hungry and all alone. when i stopped to pick her up, she cringed away from me, shaking all over. i picked her up and put her in the back of the escape, all the while knowing i was doing the right thing, but wondering what the consequences would be.
when i got home, i let our other dogs outside, changed clothes and got new dog out of the car and into the bathtub. as soon as the water hit her, it turned orange from the clay mud that was all over her. as i lathered her up with shampoo, i realized that there wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on her. she was, quite literally, skin and bones - a skeleton of a dog. all i could do at that point was cry for this poor dog and apologize to her for what someone had done to her.
as the water washed away the dirt, grime and fleas, i could feel the fear, anxiety and nervousness washing away as well. i think for the first time, new dog understood that she was safe - no one was going to hurt her, use her or allow her to suffer anymore. by the time her bath was over, it was new dog who has comforting me with soft, gentle licks on my cheek to stop the flow of tears.
myra
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