Glynn was found in the Tulsa dog pound. When her time was up, a nice rescue group got her and put her picture on Petfinder. The Family couldn't resist that face, so they filled out forms, got interviewed, had references checked, on and on until we were told to come and get her. Then a terrible snow storm came and the roads were closed for several days. Mom kept calling and asking them to hold onto that sweet girl, she would pick her up as soon as she could drive over there. It was hard to wait, knowing I had a little sis coming to live with us. Like waiting for Christmas!
Glynn was not very socialized, and she still cringes when someone reaches for her. I don't think she got a lot of cuddles before. She also had a long caesarean scar on her tummy, with stitches still in it. Her teeth were in bad shape. Poor girl, we think she may have come from a breeding kennel, but can't imagine how she ended up in a city pound so soon after having puppies. Where were the puppies, anyway? So many mysteries. Glynn won't talk about that time, she's just happy to be here with us now. She's like my little shadow, following me around. You should see the smile on her face when she's being ornery. Her favorite game is to nip me in the bum when we play to make me run faster. It works.
Cap's tale is a sad one. Dad saw him in the back of an animal control officer's truck. He was going to be put down because he was in such bad shape. The poor fellow only weighed 13 pounds, just skin and bones. His eyes were so infected they were bleeding. He's an older dog, so he was shaking when he stood up and wagged his tail. The animal control officer is a friend and he said we could have him if we wanted him, because he didn't think Cap would survive the cold night at the pound's kennel. Well, he didn't have to make that offer twice! Our vet warned us that he was so malnourished he might not survive, but Mom and Dad think every wire fox terrier is special and deserves a chance. After all, there's not that many of us around.
It was touch and go for almost a month, but My Family says it was worth all the trouble and expense. Cap is a whopping 23 pounds now, a bit on the chubby side. He really is a gentleman and has good manners except for being a bit grumbly over me poking my snoot in his dinner dish to see what he's eating. I guess he's afraid the chow might run out and he would get hungry again. No chance of that, I tell him. Have you seen the way we stock the pantry here?
As for me, I came from a nice breeder and was the last puppy in a litter of eight to be sold. The last one picked, My Boy says, but I feel like the pick of the litter anyway. After all, I have my own boy to spend time with, so life is pretty good all around.
So those are our Happy Gotcha stories. Maybe some of you have gotcha stories to share, too?