It started with a call to the Humane Society of North Iowa. A distressed landlord, after being forced to evict tenants, came upon a shocking scene: “eight emaciated, malnourished, and filthy dogs,” according to the Humane Society, who were left behind when the tenants fled. Fortunately, seven quickly went to adoptive homes after being cleaned up.
The last, Goldie, was not so lucky. Goldie, an elderly Golden Retriever, had been imprisoned in an outdoor kennel for three weeks. She had no food and little water. Shockingly, Goldie, in order to survive, and begun eating her tail. When the landlord found her, the dog was in agony. Bone was exposed. Half her tail was gone.
According to Sybil Soukup, executive director of Humane Society of North Iowa in Mason City, Goldie lived with a “motley crew of individuals of varied ages and intellect living in filth.”
The landlord tried to care for Goldie, but a vet recommend euthanasia. He was about to bring her in when he took an alternate track. He called the Humane Society. The shelter told him to come in right away, and he did.
What the shelter staff found surprised them, but in a good way: Goldie was in terrible shape, to be sure, but "excited, bloodied half-tail wagging, and seemingly anxious to make new friends." Goldie wanted to live, clearly. She was 20 pounds underweight, but game.
“Goldie’s story of survival shows us just how resilient this beautiful girl is,” said Soukup. “She endured three dismal weeks of neglect and abandonment, confirming that pets are not disposable or something you leave behind when your life moves on.”
The shelter had her tail amputated and put her on a high-protein diet, and Goldie thrived. She put on six pounds in two weeks. Her surgery is healing. She's ready to be a dog again. Once she's completely healed, she's ready to be adopted.
She won't have a problem.
After news agencies got wind of Goldie's story of survival, she's gone viral. Adoption offers are pouring in.
“When we came to work today, our answering machine was full, and every other call today has been about Goldie,” Soukup told the Globe Gazette.
“I’ll bet we’ve had a hundred calls.” she said in another story. One came from a woman in Sydney, who lives on a five-acre farm. Money has been pouring in, too, on behalf of Goldie. “Monetary donations through PayPal have come in from Pennsylvania, Texas, West Virginia, and of course lots from throughout the state of Iowa and locally,” said Soukup.
The shelter is accepting applications through the end of this week, then "our shelter manager will have the daunting task of going through them to determine which one can provide the most appropriate home for Goldie,” she said.
In response to the tragedy, the president of the Humane Society of North Iowa's board of directors took the opportunity to make some comments on the shelter's Facebook page. It's worth a read:
"Pets are not disposable. We simply don't get rid of one to get another. It's a lot of fun to have a new puppy, but what about the one that you already committed to? It is a life-long commitment.
"At the Humane Society of North Iowa, we deal with society's 'throwaways.' We deal with the issues created by previous owners and the sadness they feel after being abandoned. They are not garbage that we just throw away when we get tired of them or they get sick. Before you get a pet, make sure you have the time, money, and stable home to care for it for life."
Hear hear. Let's hope Goldie finally finds that stable home she deserves.
Who knows, perhaps it's with these kids, who attached this photo to their adoption application:
Photos via the Humane Society of North Iowa's Facebook
I’ve always been a dog person, unabashed, and proud of it. From the time my first Lhasa bit me at eight years old, then snuggled into my arm before pooping in my shoe, it was all over. I’m helpless.
Cats were a creature I had to work at liking. We never had one growing up; in fact, until veterinary school, I never lived with one. Now that I have Apollo and have come to appreciate their unique characteristics, I can’t imagine my life without one. I wouldn’t quite say I’m a cat lady, but I do like them quite a bit.
Kids, on the other hand, have always been an enigma to me. As a teenager, I babysat for lack of better alternatives for employment, my mother (correctly) assuming that there is no better deterrent to teenage motherhood than actually having to be around young children for extended periods of time. As I got older and my friends started having children, I was the one who sat frozen at showers, holding a newborn at arms’ length with my face frozen in a rictus, wondering what I was supposed to do with it and how long I had to hold it before I could give it back.
Then I went ahead and had children. Oh, how much I’ve learned. With time and deeper understanding over eight years of being immersed in children, I can now say with confidence this: I still don’t get kids.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my children. They are amazing and I am glad every day that I have them. That being said, I’m not particularly good with them. I do what I can, and I think I’m doing OK until I look across the room at Mrs. Sunny McMommerton with her 5 layer organic bento and her cheery application of 5 various scented versions of hand sanitizer and I realize, wow, I’m flat out mediocre at this parenting thing. I’m no closer to understanding the inner workings of a Kid Person any more than, say, Mustang Guys, or Parrot People. I am standing in the circle and looking around and still not sure what it is I’m looking at.
I volunteered quite extensively in my daughter’s classroom in kindergarten, out of a sense of obligation more than the deep sense of satisfaction obtained from explaining to five year olds why paste ingestion is not a good idea. I took on the much-ballyhooed role of “Room Mom” in my son’s classroom last year, which was even worse because then I had to navigate not only the political manueverings of the PTA Halloween carnival booth assignments, but I had to keep track of who was gluten intolerant versus peanut intolerant versus matchstick intolerant for holiday parties.
Oh, yes, the Matchbox Incident, as we call it in this house. That was the last straw. This year, we’re in a very different and much improved school, but I’m not in the classroom much at all. While I regret not having more time to be immersed in the educational system, I can’t say I miss it, because then I would be a liar and I feel the need to be deeply honest with you all.
I had to go to Babies R Us yesterday to pick up a gift. While many friends of mine wax nostalgic at the big purple sign, sighing at the “Expectant Mommy” parking and wondering about just one more, I walk through the front door, see the rows of strollers and watermelon-bellied women wrestling carseats into minivans, and all I feel in my stomach is the gnawing lump of anxiety at the thought of going through that all over again. Sure, I smile at other people’s babies and I even know the right way to hold them now, but I look at them with the mildly interested civility one would normally show in mixed company. I’m not anti-child, I just don’t rush over to be first in line to tickle one or anything.
After that trip, I went to the hair salon. As we were finishing up, one of the stylists came in with a new puppy. I sensed it before I saw it, the certainty that something adorable and sweet has just entered the building. I stood up, knocking three people out of the way in the process, and levitated like one of those Twilight vampire things straight to the little furry moppet with a huge giant “SQUEEEEEEEE OMG I’M A VET LET ME HOLD HER AIEEEEE!”
As I unthinkingly commandeered the puppy for snorgles, my brain obligated by sheer instinct to place hands on fur, it hit me- Oh, so this is what it’s like for those baby feet squeezers. It all seems so clear when you see it from the outside. I guess you either have it or you don’t.
So I’m not going to worry about whatever little chips I may or may not be missing; for whatever reason my maternal chip was implanted with a dog face on it, and that’s OK.
So yes, that is it in a nutshell. I am a dog person. How about you?
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Pink leopardskin coat, pink hair slide – the glamour of winter – she has to be Italian!
And she is. This is 13 year old Giada, whose owners will be selling bric a brac at the Broc Troc in Menton this weekend.
Hi Cyndra – You're doing such good work with your dog already. We don't think dogs have to enjoy close contact with all other dogs at all — Being well behaved (calmly ignoring) is a more realistic goal. That said, the more well behaved dogs your dog is exposed to, the more tolerant she'll become. You can accomplish much of this by fostering for a savvy rescue group and giving her lots of opportunities to practice her dog skills (supervised by you of course) in a way that is good for her and maybe even fun. My own pit bull female used to be qute the snarky bitch as a youngster, but has shown us that lots of positive exposure to dogs will soften even the roughest edges. Fifteen years later, I've actually forgotten how rotten she used to be with dogs and how much work we had to do to navigate and direct her interactions. Make each interaction count and work hard to keep each one as positive as possible and remember to tell her how proud you are of her when she does well.
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Question by fluterific00: When my yeast infection goes away will I start to loose weight easier?
I have had a butterfly chest yeast infection a while now and it is going away with the help of medicines called Threlac and some other kind of powder. I have also had some weight gain which is in part due to some medicines I have taken. If my yeast infection goes away will that help reduce my weight?
I mean like it’s shaped like a butterfly across my chest. It is going away. Just really slowly.
Answer by ♥Mom Of Irish Twins♥
I have never heard of a butterfly chest yeast infection but its possible that when you stop taking the meds you may loose WATER. Some meds cause you to retain water and so its reasonable to assume that when you discontinue the use of the meds this may happen. I hope you feel better soon..but what the heck is a butterfly chest yeast infection???
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Question by mason2x: What would you consider to be the best topical flea control for dogs and cats?
Im looking for a good topical to rid my indoor/outdoor dogs and indoor cats of fleas. Something that is waterproof.
Answer by Madison
Frontline, Advantage, and Revolution are the best flea control for cats and dogs. Do NOT use anything from the grocery store- the company Hartz/Zodiac’s flea control has been linked to hundreds of animal’s deaths from the harsh chemicals they use.
I use Frontline. Also, you must apply it when the dog/cat is dry and it really is best to not bath them for a few days after giving them the medicine because any that says waterproof- doesn’t seem to be.
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