Here's the little puppy who was dumped
at the end of Buckland Road
and lived on his own,
in the cold, for at least 8 days.
He waited in the same spot by the road
where he was dumped.
It seems that this is a common phenomenon.
Dumped dogs seem to wait for their human to come back,
thinking their being left behind was some terrible mistake.
I tried in vain to get a hold of this little dog, knowing frigid temps were coming.
There is often an eagle looming in this area,
and this guy is a pup... a Manchester Terrier mix.
I kept driving food down to him, but he'd not allow me to touch him. I tried explaining to him that I was there to help. Each time I attempted to grab him, he'd high-tail it for the trees along the creek across the harvested corn field. Man could he run fast. Every night, I laid awake in bed wondering if he was safe, or if an owl or coyote had killed him. How could I force myself to NOT think about this little, defenseless guy? And there is an Eagle's nest nearby as well.
An entire week had passed and last Saturday I decided to attend Carol's Tag Sale. It was down around the corner of Buckland, about a quarter mile from the spot the little dog had hung out all week.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I pulled up in the yard and parked! About 8 people were gathered around this little dog giving him all sorts treats... soda crackers... chips,,, and a neighbor guy brought over dog treats. This little guy was working the crowd for food. I tried for three hours to get him to come to me. As others came to the tag sale and left most would attempt to get a hold of this little guy who was very hungry and wanted help, but was too afraid to make direct contact with someone's hand.
I finally called Terry and asked him to bring two double cheeseburgers plain.
Within ten or fifteen minutes, Terry was there with a sack from Wendy's. He had tossed the little dog about 3/4 of one of the double cheesburgers when he was somehow able to quickly reach out and grab the little fellow's neck. The pup squealed loudly as though he was really being hurt (he wasn't!). Terry said even if he had bitten him he wouldn't have left go, because he too knew that the little guy would perish if not helped. The sub zero weather was on its way. Temperatures were expected to plumet that night to below zero.
Terry placed the little guy in my arms, and he began whimpering and licking my face. I zipped him in my coat and headed off to the vet's office in Fostoria. The entire way he shivered against my chest, whimpering as he licked my chin and nose.
If you are interested in fostering Lenny for S.P.A.
or if you'd like to adopt him, please fill out our online Foster or Adoption application at:
www.spaohio.org
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Lenny is currently at our vet's office being treated and boarded until we can figure out what to do with him. We are hoping that someone very special who reads this story will feel moved, somehow, to adopt this adorable little guy.
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