Now living happily in Detroit, Michigan.
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.
And then there was Abigail Adams. Julie was shocked when she found her. Nobody was expecting a Sheltie, yet there she was. From the way she looked, everyone worried that she was either unable to move or perhaps even dying. She was terrified. She was covered in something, something awful, but it was hard to get close enough to see what it was. Finally, once Abigail was tucked safely into a comfortable, clean crate with an enormously fuzzy blanket, it became apparent that she was suffering from dermatomyositis, which is a disease specific to collies and shelties. It was obvious that she had to get medical attention quickly.
It took many weeks for Abigail Adams to allow us to touch her. She was frightened, confused and in pain. But she finally started to come to us and we are now able to hold her and kiss her and assure her that things will only get better from here.
Abigail is currently on Pentoxifylline and Vitamin E which are helping considerably. She no longer has open red areas and the areas under her arms are not noticeable anymore. This may be something that could recur throughout her life. She is getting MUCH friendlier with people now that she feels better. Abigail has been through too much for us to ever consider her a fun, active, bouncy family pet. Her people must be special. They must be "in it for the dog." They must be willing to understand and accept that although Abigail may never hop joyfully into their laps or chase squirrels or cause big fits of laughter, she is deserving, worthy and in need of love more than any dog ever has been.