It’s been a bittersweet few days at Casa de Enchanted Seashells.
My ex-husband found a three-month abandoned puppy crying in the street where he lives. She had no tags, no one was looking for her; there were no flyers nor anything on Craigslist. None of the neighbors claimed her, either. After exhausting his due diligence, he called me.
Yup, I’m the one everyone calls to rescue a dog, cat, injured bird and even once, a turtle.
A darling little black and tan/lab mix, it was impossible not to fall head over heels. She hadn’t been physically abused, but was hungry, alone, and scared.
He thought perhaps she’d been dumped in his neighborhood; it’s happened a few times before — same thing, a dog wandering, no collar, no one looking for it, and he’s found homes for them all.
I took her to the vet for a check-up — we found out that she hadn’t been microchipped; other than having roundworms (ick), she was in very good health — he prescribed a lot of food and a lot of love.
I went to all the pet stores I hadn’t been to since our beloved sixteen-year-old Victor died in 2006. I loaded up a cart with a cushy bed, toys, high quality food and supplements, shampoo, and treats.
I rushed back home to my new baby and emailed the tugboat man. As I expected, he was thrilled to again become a dad. He wasn’t too keen to call her “Princess Zelda” but when he didn’t come up with another option in a timely manner, he abdicated any naming rights.
What a little sweetheart! I slept on the sofa in the family room near the back door so she’d be able to alert me during the night if she needed to go out. After waking me with a little whine and a wet nose, we walked out to the yard together, she did what she needed to do, we came back in and quickly settled down for the rest of the night. We have a lot of coyotes, so it wouldn’t have been safe for her on her own.
But… I woke up with a horrible asthma attack. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to believe it was because of Zelda, but as the day progressed, I was getting worse, and my rescue inhaler wasn’t helping me like it should have. I couldn’t even pet her,’cos every time I did, I’d break out in hives.
I’m extremely allergic to cats, but I’ve always had dogs with no ill effects. My doctor said I must have built up a sensitivity to dander all these years that we’ve been pet free.
With my severe asthma, he didn’t think I’d be a good candidate for allergen immunotherapy injections. They might work, or could exacerbate the asthma.
Luckily, my ex knew someone who had actually wanted to take the pup before he called me. Her uncle just lost one of his beloved dogs, a twenty-year-old German Shepherd, and was over most of the grieving and ready for a new family member. He had another dog, a three-year-old Basset Hound who was lonely for a sister, plus he’s retired and lives on five acres. It seemed like a match made in heaven, especially when I heard that his pets are his children and sleep with he and his wife in bed.
This morning Princess Zelda went to her new home. (By the way, he loves her name.) She settled right into her bed in the car and didn’t look back as they drove off.
What a little survivor! The most recent text informed me that she played with her new friend and they were fast asleep together on the bed.
As soon as she left, my breathing issues subsided. I wonder if it was the breed of dog that triggered my allergic reaction or am i doomed to never again mother another creature? That would be really sad.
Why can’t more people be wonderful animal lovers?
Take a look at some pictures and videos of Princess Zelda. I miss her already…
Princess Zelda playing in a pile of pine needles ( I am a HORRIBLE videographer.)
So tired from playing, someone needed a nap! Yes, that’s a rhinestone collar.