Reese, one of my all-time favorite foster dogs, was on the
Pitter Patter blog on Monday.
This sweet dog was rescued just in time from a high-kill shelter. She had been there long past her allotted time, and when I saw her, I almost cried. She was covered in feces, huddled in the back of a tiny cage, and had given up hope of being rescued. She was only five months old and already her life was ending. I took her home, and immediately fell in love.
Reese at the shelter
Reese has all of the pit bull qualities that I love. She is loving, loyal, and totally devoted to her people. She never bothered to sit on the floor, if there was a lap anywhere around that she could sit in instead. And if there wasn't a lap nearby, she'd make do with using Remi for a cushion. Like Noelle, Ziggy, and many other pit bulls, Reese also has a quality about her that makes her so very entertaining to have around.
Remi, Reese and Skittles
I pulled Reese from the shelter exactly two years ago today. Three months later, she was adopted. I checked in with her adoptive family several months ago, and they reported she is doing great, and they sent me this picture of her with her brother Bruiser.
Reese, two years later
She's come a long way from that dirty, scared puppy I rescued so long ago. She gives me hope for Ziggy, who hasn't received an adoption application in the past six months.
I can't keep Ziggy - it means the next Reese, or the next Noelle, or the next Ziggy, wouldn't have a chance. I turned down taking in a cute little 5-month-old white pittie puppy earlier this week. The puppy had spots around both eyes, just like Ziggy has a spot around just one eye. I hated saying no, because the other pit bull and all-breed rescue groups in the area had already said no, and he will have to be taken to a shelter that euthanizes for space, where his future is uncertain. But until Ziggy is adopted, I do have to say no. So that is why as much as I wish I could keep Ziggy, since I've already adopted one deaf pit bull (Noelle), I just can't keep another. And that is why one of you is just going to have to step up to the plate and adopt Ziggy. In spite of his breed, and his chewing disability (can I call the fact that he chews on everything a disability?), and his deafness, and his food allergies. Oh, did I not mention the food allergies? Okay then, nevermind. We'll talk about those tomorrow.
