I got tons of love from the visiting boys. Alfie is only about 40lbs, and Pip is over 100, but both have equal amounts of hugs and love to share.
Thank you so much to the dozens of people who wanted to help Izzy! I appreciate the outpouring of care towards this sweet girl, and I know that anyone of those potential homes would have been a happy place for her to grow and heal in.
When Izzy’s owner no longer wanted her, stating that she was belligerent and the puppy biting was not controllable, my good friend, Anette, and I both worked with the owner, helping her with tips and training information.
A week later, she contacted us again, saying, nope, no way, come get this dog. Anette is the owner of Izzy’s father and Izzy had gone to her as pick of the litter.
And what a pick! Lil Iz was a strong leader of the litter. She was curious, smart, and outgoing. Not to mention, as beautiful as she was silky soft and cuddly.
Anette jumped in her car and was on her way to central Nebraska to pick up that pup within minutes, she called me from the car for us to make a plan. Legally, the puppy was hers to take in, I was hurting and so worried, I felt like I had to have her back in my arms. Anette is a soft hearted breeder who understood that after raising this baby for 8 weeks, I loved it and also that if Izzy had problems, she might respond more to me.
I got busy making appointments for personal trainers and vets. The description of her behavior was troubling because I knew she had been good natured and learned commands when with me. I though I’d have to work with her for weeks for obedience training.
Instead, I found a well behaved, non-nipping, sweet dog who was terrified. She recognized me right away and came running across the yard to me.
When I bent down to pet her, she literally screamed in fear. It was a high, screeching yip, that did not let up. We discovered that she was frightened of hands, doors, small enclosed areas, people, and loud noises. But I also saw Anette’s little grandchild gently taking a stick out of Izzy’s mouth and her being happy for his attention.
While extremely skittish around my home and dogs all morning, she slowly opened up to our love. I started calling her Izzy the Brave to give her some positive reinforcement for overcoming her issues. She was being curious again, slowly approaching new things, looking to me to ask if it was okay, then bravely checking it out.
I knew then that what she truly needed was not just training but a lot of love. If I were to be in charge of the process, she would bond with me, then have to go through it all again with the new family who eventually became her forever home.
I wanted to hold her close.
That was great for me, but not her. I found a great couple who already had one of her siblings from two years ago. They will bond with her and focus on the retraining themselves, so that she does not have to readjust to multiple families.
While I hated having everything go so wrong for the poor girl, I was thrilled to have had her in my arms again, and to now know that she is in the arms of a family who will always treasure her.
And it meant a lot to see how many wonderful people reached out and offered to take this sad, scared baby into their own hearts. Thank you.