In July 2012, a sheriff of a small town in South Dakota called one of our directors, Julie, about 30 Pomeranians who were starving with no water. They were living in a patch of noxious weeds taller than most people. The owner/breeder had planned on shooting them, but she was allowed to willfully surrender them. The situation was one of the worst Julie had ever seen, and the rescue itself seemed impossible to carry out at times. Many of the tiny dogs were so feral and afraid that they bit and thrashed and screamed at the end of the catchpoles. Working in the heat and filth caused many rescuers to become ill. Newborn pups were found under boards near their mother, who was eating a dead bird. One fragile, terrified little Pom's fur was matted so badly that a frog was living in it. Julie and the sheriff were absolutely horrified by the sights and smells of that day.
Darling Joseph Brandt has been with us a while. He needed a lot of socialization and even more unconditional love to get him to the place he is today. His demons ran deep and his damage was great. We are so pleased to annouce that he no longer quivers in fear when we talk to him. Rather, he now approaches people on his own, nicely asking for some attention. He is a gentle, quiet little man who will probably never zoom around a house bouncing from sofa to sofa, but he thinks dogs like that may be over-rated. He likes hanging with the other dogs and would embrace a nice, calm home where he is adored as he should have been all along.