08/06/2025
Week before last I was scrolling on facebook, and a post caught my eye. if I see one that really upsets me, I follow up. Such was the case with Tony, a sweet looking little wirehaired terrier whose life was about to be ended.
Tony had a perfect track record for two years in a family with five children. According to family members, one of the children provoked him and he bit her on the lip. It didn’t look too serious to me, but then I grew up with a killer poodle that my parents adored, so my perspective is somewhat different. Plus I have had some nasty bites, one requiring 20 stitches in my hand.
There is a difference in “bites,” a term people use too freely , thus endangering the life of a dog. I do not take aggressive dogs as it is a liability for our shelter, and there are too many nice dogs out there needing homes. But something spoke to me on a different level and I found I was angry. They wanted to “unalive him” and this was stated on the post so I am not divulging any secrets.
Unalive? What a ridiculous word. I looked it up and found it to be a euphemism used during covid when one was censored for using the real word, killed. Whatever.
I sent a PM to the person sharing the post, and I knew her to be a wonderful animal advocate, and told her we would take the dog if no other rescue stepped up. No one did as the reference to the “’bite” scared everyone. But I saw his eyes….so gentle and sweet, and I knew he would be fine here or with my foster. Someone needed to believe in him and I was the only one to volunteer.
Thinking she was in a suburb of Kansas City was my first mistake. Yes it was Missouri but turned out to be four hours from here. I contacted the owner and said it was too far for me to drive considering my demanding schedule and could she bring him here. The answer was NO, she did not have a driver’s license and if her husband drove with the five children, there was no room for a kennel. Well.. so much for that and I contacted my friend who went into action. She was frightened for the dog and lo and behold, she got in touch with a woman who set up transports. The next day I opened my phone to an itinerary that would have impressed an army…..and that is what we had….any army of women who signed up for three legs of the trip ending in Ks. City at my daughter’s house where Lori and I picked him up. The wheel was turning in his favor.
When we lifted the tailgate of the last car on the relay, what I saw was a scared little dog with a very heavy harness that said “DO NOT PET.” He looked around at all of us in confusion, jumped at sudden noises and we transferred the kennel to my car. I closed the door, climbed in, opened his kennel door and took off the harness. He visibly relaxed and we headed for Topeka where he was to land at Lori’s house and meet her dogs, cats and soon her 4 year old grandson.
Would you like to guess the outcome? He has never shown the slightest hint of aggression, is fine with the dogs , cats and the grandson and he sleeps in bed with Lori and her menagerie.
Tony had been adopted from a shelter two years ago so he was neutered which was a plus, but he had never seen a vet since so we got his shots and a checkup. He is slightly underweight and had a flea infestation (now gone) leaving his coat thin and unhealthy, but it is looking better and has been groomed.
In the scheme of things, Tony is one small speck in the universe. But his life matters, and it is the only one he has. When I look into his eyes, I am grateful that I listened to the quiet voice that whispered…..save him. He was worth it.