Now living happily in Moline, Illinois.
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.
William Franklin came in with a matted, filthy clump attached to his tail so huge that after we gently and painstakingly removed it, William had lost TWO POUNDS. He was so scared and heartbroken and his spirit was in pieces. We gave him all the love we possibly could, knowing that soon he would join his other weed patch friends in discovering the delights of freedom. William likes to follow around in his more outgoing friends' footsteps and wants very much to also be the life of the party. He is still a little too unsure to completely come out of his shell, be he is trying with all his might. He dances and flirts, but usually remains out of reach. Every once in a while, he taps one of us on the leg to make sure we know he's there and that we haven't given up on him. William Franklin is a big hero trapped in a tiny body. He deserves to have the very best life we can possibly offer him.