My fellow camp host’s young daughter, Daisy, made the world a better place yesterday.
The pup in the picture to the left is a stray, wandering the roads around our campground and surrounding neighborhood for at least the last two months. No one has been able to get within a hundred feet of him. As soon as he spotted you, he would take off with lightning speed. It was remarkable how fast he could run on his tiny legs, especially since one of them appeared to be injured, giving him a sorry limp when he wasn’t flying.
We wondered what his story might be. Had he been abandoned? Had he been abused, causing such absolute rejection of all friendly outreach, including bacon and other goodies offered by campers? Maybe he had been born feral and never knew human touch, loving or otherwise.
Yesterday our head maintenance man found him inside the pool enclosure. He closed a gate so the pup could not get out, then hung out around the fence line, occasionally trying to get closer to the frightened little captive, who maintained as much distance between them as the fencing allowed.
Daisy and her mother saw the pup in the pool area and asked the maintenance man if Daisy could give it a try. He let her into the gate. She sat down. The pup immediately came over and climbed into her lap.
The world’s measure of good and bad tipped ever so lovingly to the good side at that moment.
I could not have imagined the kind of transformation that took place before our eyes. The pup, whom Daisy named Scrappy, melted into her arms as she carried him back to the campground. He let people pet him without flinching. He accepted being dunked in a big tub and scrubbed by Daisy’s parents until his fleas abandoned ship and drowned in Dawn dish detergent (Daisy’s mom knows all sorts of handy things). He politely accepted a new purple collar and leash and proceeded to hop along on his three good legs as Daisy walked him through the campground.
We canvassed the campers and camp staff. We searched our own hearts and household situations. There did not seem to be a viable adopter on site for little Scrappy. So we called a local rescue organization, Forgotten Angels. Polly Rogers, their director, came over in person. She took Scrappy to the vet right away. The limp is the result of an old injury, including a broken pelvis bone that healed over. He has skin irritation from fleas. Otherwise, he looks to be in pretty good shape considering his recent lifestyle!
The vet also scanned Scrappy for chip information and discovered that he had been adopted out of a shelter as a puppy two years ago. When that family was contacted, they claimed they had given him away to someone else after a year. Due diligence done in establishing there was not a loving home in search of their lost dog, Polly will take good care of Scrappy until she finds his forever-family.
And that world scale? It tipped a little bit more towards the light.
(Here is a link to Forgotten Angels for anyone looking to adopt a wonderful pet from the east Tennessee area: http://forgottenangels.petfinder.com. You can also find them by searching on Facebook for Forgotten Angels, Greeneville, TN. If you are unable to adopt, please consider making a donation to an animal shelter or rescue organization close to your heart or home. Donations to Forgotten Angels, a 501C3 organization, are tax deductible.)