08/25/2026
Several months ago I had a call about a little Yorkie who had made the owners mad, so they put him in a carrier, matted and thin, and left him on the porch. No food, no water. The neighbor couldn’t stand it and left a note on the carrier saying she had taken the dog and if they didn’t like it, too bad. They never came for him.
She shaved his mats but had no money for shots or neutering and called me. I drove over and loaded him in my car and got him fattened up and up to date on everything at the vets.
Max went to a friend who said she had time to work on his potty and leash training in which he earned barely passing scores. In time a friend of hers adopted him but fell ill. However, the deal breaker was he nipped the grandkid for some reason. THE END! Off he went to the city shelter where his future was questionable.
Fortunately, I found out and messaged my friend at the shelter at eleven at night who immediately responded (animal rescuers never sleep) and promised me they would transfer him back to us . He was not being totally cooperative so she probably didn’t mind losing him as a customer.
So, today I drove to get him and the staff member brought him in with a warning about picking him up.
I leaned over and looked at his little face. Hi Max, we meet yet again. I gently picked him up and off we went to the car.
Tonight he is settled in a large pen with toys and several fluffy blankets. I cooked him ground beef which he ate with gusto and I said goodnight.
Max is around ten pounds, a year and three months, and not perfect. He still has accidents, should not be around small, scary children and needs patience and love. The right home is out there, but people do not realize the hours and hours spent on the phone, posting his story, going through applications…it is not a quick fix.
When I was in high school in Japan and my father was at sea, my mother bought a French Poodle from what I now know was a puppy mill. He was cute but poorly behaved. In fact we all wore bandaids from time to time and he hated children and strangers. When my daughter was a toddler he nipped her while he was eating. My father told me to teach her to respect animals….it was never Sukoshi’s fault. When people came to our house, he went to the bedroom. I asked my Mother years later why they never got rid of Sukoshi and she looked horrified. “He is our responsibility,” she said.
Where have we gone wrong in our society. Where have we lost our compassion. Whendid we become so arrogant and judgmental. How can one just discard a precious little dog like this without taking steps to keep him safe from situations he cannot handle. How did we become such a disposable society. And when did we demand perfection from animals, when we ourselves are imperfect.
I turned and looked at his little face in the back seat when I stopped at a light and my heart melted. He looked so timid and small. He is entirely at our mercy, he has no voice of his own to fight for his rights. No, he is not a straight A student, but most of my favorite students weren’t either.
I am too full here with far too many discarded dogs, and I am very tired ,but that is no excuse. His life is important and if I rescued him once, I can and will do it again
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