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At distance - Farrah had recently arrived |
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A now confident Farrah, within her milieu at least |
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Sometimes a dog just stays. Farrah and Monk are such dogs. If anyone really ever wants Farrah (I have one home ready for her when they have a house and yard) besides this home, they will go through a rigorous screening with a definite house visit before and after her adoption. Farrah is special and precious to me. Her initial rescuer, M., knows more than I what she went through prior to delivering her puppies.
She was a dog so literally beaten down, so timid, so fearful, M. and the vet were considering sending her to heaven. Instead, she came to Silverwalk. I know I have told her story before, but Alice and I were discussing dogs who could move from Silverwalk to Safe Harbor when and if there were ever room - Farrah and Monk are two who would not. Like Ebony now at Safe Harbor, some dogs find their niche and making them move would cause undue hardship on them. I love Farrah - and she "loves" me - she even put both her front paws on my lower back the other evening to remind me to pet her. When she came, I could only pet the top of her head, not her body at all :(. She is changed and yet still shy, still fearful. I have hopes for a furever home for her....but as I say, they will have to be so perfect, unlike me...but I know they are out there.
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A young Monk "on Beagle point" |
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Monk by Rochelle Steffen - Look at that face! |
Monk, on the other hand, may or may not be able to move. He and his brother Chip began as feral puppies. Their rescuer and I are convinced they were not abused but simply never socialized, most likely being born in the fields and found after floods. Chip is now in foster care in MN. Interesting, Monk, the more shy of the two, blossomed after he no longer had Chip on whom to lean. I love Monk, too - he is calm, barks and protects his yard, comes into the house for meals, allows me to pet him, trim his nails and even take him for leash walks, though reluctantly and always with relief to be home. He is rather a card, too. I could not find him for breakfast - looked all over twice, started to get a bit worried and then remembered how he will, on occasion, tuck himself into a crate...by golly, he was in Todd's crate with Todd. Now, this left me in a dilemma - who actually ate Todd's breakfast that I put toward the back or Monk part of the crate? I heard no squabbling so at the time had no clue Monk was there. I gave Todd a bowl of kibble after finding Monk in with him and gave Monk his own. So, one got two, while one got one....Beagles - the dogs with hollow legs. Monk is GORGEOUS. I would really like to find him a home, too. He would need to be an indoor/outdoor dog though when it suits his fancy, he is fine eating in the outdoor pen - particularly in summer.
Of course, all the adoptable dogs here need homes. People will say to me, how can you let them move on away from you? Because I will hear from you in a month or so about how well they are doing, how they have changed, relaxed, truly come into themselves in a much smaller pack than they live in here. Because this is not home - this is sanctuary - home is with YOU. When you adopt a dog from any rescue, sanctuary or shelter, you save two - the one you adopted and the one who can now take her place. And God bless you for adopting dogs in need.
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