I Rescued My New Best Friend - Scotty!

Nearly a month ago, or maybe it is just past a month (Time tracking does continually evade me) we were sitting awaiting patiently at my daughters choir performance when I ever so cheeky asked my boyfriend for a dog. He wasted no time in proclaiming, NO! I tried to plead my case in that I only wanted a very small dog, female, and he still stated, NO, not until my cats die. (As evil as it may sound, not only am I allergic to cats but I hate them at there very core. So the days of me awaiting their demise had already begun, only now, they were starting to intensify.)

The following night, what appears at our back screen door? Yes that's right a poor lost soul. A doggie. We tried for what seemed like hours to get him to come into the screen, battling monster sized mosquitoes and other creatures that go crawling and buzzing in the night. Finally, my daughter Jade was able to get him to come into the screen.. We immediately gave him whatever cat food, human food, and buckets of water that we could find. We imagined that he came through the conservation, which sits right at the edge of our property. He wasn't in the worst shape I have ever seen a dog in, but he was in bad shape it seems. His paws were torn, he had ticks and fleas, and he seemed to be malnourished. So while my significant other was off to the store to buy dog food and other immediate needs, we started to bath him with cat shampoo, and doused him in the cat's flea medicine in larger quantities to dispose of those pesky critters.

But did he have a home?

I was not allowed (I myself made the ruling) to love or truly care for this dog until the notion was completely snuffed out. And despite my ruling I wanted him, I wanted him with such a passion that I was prepared to even take the wrong path to keep him. I justified his current health and lack there of, for the righteousness in me keeping him.

And then.....

We found he had sever separation anxiety. Oh boy, he went on a rampage and destroyed the laundry room, and my bedroom. He even went so far as to rip the blinds off sliding glass door, the carpet and padding from the floor, and escaped a metal crate, several times.

It was at this point I had decided to take him to the vet to have him scanned instead of beating him to near death. :) It is after all a brand new home that we've only lived in for 8 months..

And as I stood there listening to the vet, tell me how healthy & good he looked, how he didn't have a chip and no one local in the area reported him missing. I started to feel awful for thinking of getting rid of him. I somehow new my boyfriend was overly pissed and would not allow him to stay. So quickly, I began to shield my heart from him and wrote an add, called several no kill shelters, all with the hope of finding him a new SAFE home. I of course would not let him go to just anyone. As my heart broke and the tears gave me no release I nearly felt like I was having to give up my new born babe, after only two weeks of having them.

He was a big dog or medium, (Never wanted that) he had semi long hair (Definitely did not want that) he was/is anatomically correct (yeah talk about uncomfortable during bath time.) He destroyed my house.....(physco) but at the very core of me he was.... mine..

He trusted me, loved me almost instantly, he never went to the bathroom in my house, loves car rides, likes to play, is sweet and loving and as long as he doesn't get free, he listens... He loved my daughter instantly and she him.... It was slowly breaking us apart. For two days I had the worst migraines I'd ever had. My heart hung in someone else's hands and I felt Id die inside soon.

So we talked, my boyfriend and I, and he said it was up to me....

And then I made the decision that has changed my life, I whole heartily decided to keep him, nothing besides death will separate us. And I feel, No I know that God was listening to me that night at Jade's Choir performance. He didn't give me exactly what I wanted, instead he gave me exactly what I needed.

Part 2 - The Thanksgiving Trip Is Nearly Upon Us

So yes I was so happy to have God send me Scotty, trusting me to do right by him, as well as having the dog enamor me with my softer side. Giving me back my heart I once thought was lost completely.. Now when I look to him, in those big caramel eyes, I see hope, love, trust, companionship, and most importantly --- life. (No I am not fecking the dog, you perverts! I see him more as a child, a son I cannot have.)

My Mother and Father bought a house in NC at the top of a Mt. It was preplanned for sometime, no matter what, our immediate family would be going to the house for Thanksgiving. Some of us had the opportunity to go for 9 days, others had prior commitments that would not allow them to stay for the entire duration. Scotty, what to do with Scotty? Mother had already welcomed him freely to NC prior to his escape attempts and destruction of our home, Mother quickly had re-nigged on that welcoming, understandably so. So my dearest Scotty had to have a safe place to nestle his head for those ten days.

My Scotty also needed a checkup and shots, so it was then decided that we would bring him back to the same Vet who had helped previously, the same vet also offered boarding at a reasonable rate in comparison to some of the greedy buggers around here.

Problem 1. Scotty has Hook Worms - $20 No biggie, compiled with the shots and boarding, we are talking about $320.00. I can just spend less in NC.

Problem 2. Scotty has Heart Worms - $600 Biggie. I am not sure how many of you are aware but I did quit, or rather demand that they lay me off and I am on Unemployment.. Woohoo $275 a week.. I knew it was bad when they told me the seriousness of it. They said it was through his heart and infested in his lungs...

I left the Vet with Scotty there (as he was boarding for the ten days) with my head down, what did God expect of me knowing that I had NO money, the vet would not relent in the price or take payments. So I called my boyfriend to appraise him of the situation. He was quite at first. I am not sure if he thought what I thought which was we could just take care of him until he dies or what exactly. Finally through all of the silence, he very calmly said just have them do it. I can pay for it on my credit card. My heart jumped, What I said, are you sure, yes! He then said, how could I ever live with myself if I bought myself a TV for Christmas and I didn't save him.

And I thought, my chest would cave in. Aye, I said, it will be my Christmas present I told him. Scotty's life would be my Christmas present.

So back to the Vet I went to make arrangements to start the month long treatment while he was already there...

Scotty's home, resting next to me he lays upon the floor, clasping his purple stuffed baby. And every time I look at him, I know that had it been anyone else who had attempted to take him in, he would have been dead. They would have beaten him for his destruction, they would have left him when they realized how costly he was to treat, and for once, I truly understand the depth one will go to, to save their pets...

Because, now, finally, we have ours.......

SCOTTY