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Wed, Aug. 13th, 2008 02:55 pm
Transport #16: Seymour, Jerry, and Ruby

On Sunday I opted to help out with the Brittany transports again. I haven't gotten to meet any new Brittanies since the crazy Bindi transport back in April. This transport started off with one dog planned (Seymour) and a possibility of two others joining in. When I found out all three were coming along, I was a little worried about fitting them all in.

I met up with the transport at a Chili's in Victor, NY. The woman who was meeting there is well-known as a bit of a lead foot, so it was no surprise that, even though I was 10 minutes early, she was already there waiting for me. To her credit, she didn't try to call me and see where I was.

We first got little Seymour out of the car (at 35lbs fully grown, he's small for a Brittany). He was a terribly nervous dog and kept skirting behind Kathy a bit when I bent down to approach. They believe the poor guy had been abused or mistreated in some way, maybe treated harshly. We managed to get him into my car easily enough, though he was still a bit skittish.

I got out Ruby, the old gal. She's somewhere around 8 or 9 years old and incredibly sweet. She's a special needs gal -- on some sort of medication for a heart murmur that occasionally causes her to pass out. I saw none of that on the transport, but it's still a concern for a future adopter. For an old gal who was a bit on the thin side, she did really well climbing in and out of cars.

Jerry was the third one out and he was the bigger boy. Boy was he friendly! We're pretty sure that Jerry was indeed NOT all Brittany. I'm not sure what else might have been in there (perhaps English springer), but Brittany was not the first word that came to mind. He was bigger and his ears were set differently. At any rate, he was a sweetheart and so incredibly soft!

We got all three dogs into the car and the amusing thing was they ALL wanted to be in the back. So all three of them curled up together and were absolutely calm during the drive. I loved transporting them! Compared to poor Bindi, who kept trying to get into my lap the entire trip, they were an absolute dream. I would occasionally stick my hand in the back to see if I could get poor little scared Seymour to sniff my hand and each time I did, Ruby put her head underneath my hand. So instead I started to reach back to scratch her head a bit. She's a bit of an attention hog, that one!

When I arrived in Syracuse, I took each dog out one at a time. I spent the most time with Seymour and he very quickly warmed up to me. The next thing I knew, he was licking my hand and leaning up against me as a petted him. Winning him over wasn't tough at all! I just needed a little quiet time with him.

The next driver showed up and we got Jerry and Ruby into his car easily enough. Now poor Seymour? He was scared to DEATH. We're all pretty sure that he was abused by a man at this point. He first kept hiding behind my legs and then made a beeline for my car. Every time I tried to reach in to get him, he would run to the other side of the car. Eventually I managed to catch him on one side, picked him up, and carried him to the next driver's car. Once inside the car he was settled pretty well, so hopefully he warmed up to the poor guy who was driving him.

I took a handful of pictures but unfortunately didn't have my good camera on me and the camera I borrowed from a friend had batteries that were on their way out.

These first two of Seymour are from the overnight stay (taken by someone else):


(Yes, he's peeing -- it was the only moment I could catch a picture of him and I didn't realize what he was doing when I held up the camera!)


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Wed, Aug. 13th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)

beautiful dogs. It's such a shame that people abuse animals. It just burns me up. I hope they get good forever homes where they will all be cherished members of the family. For Seymour, I wish for him everything that is good and more. He deserves it.

Wed, Aug. 13th, 2008 03:55 pm (UTC)

I don't understand how people can abuse innocent animals. I always figure they do it so they can abuse SOMETHING and not be found out. Poor Seymour. He's a great dog and he'll hopefully come out of his shell more soon.

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Wed, Aug. 13th, 2008 04:02 pm (UTC)

I rescued a cat once. He was left in an apartment when the owner moved. The managers knew I had other cats so asked if we would take him in. We agreed. He was a beautiful grey and white kitty. really thin though. I figured he was just under a year old. He hid in the kitchen cabinet.

My ex left to run some errands and the kitty came out. I was able to clean him up. Imagine my surprise when he was actually a pale orange. Almost golden color. He was gorgeous. When my ex came home, it was back under the cabinet.

He finally warmed up enough that he would curl up on my belly (I was pregnant with Bobby at the time). It was nice. I was reading the paper and turned the page and he was off and back under the cabinet faster than you could blink.

When we moved in with my family, he got close to my brother. My brother was the only male he would get near and he would actually run to the garage door when he heard my brother come in.

When we took him to the vet shortly after getting him, our vet estimated his age to be about 5. He was horribly mistreated. Way underfed. Had more issues than you could imagine. He lived with us for about 5 years before we had to put him down because of health issues that surgeries were not correcting.

I like to think that his last 5 years more than made up for his first 5. Oh and we named him Adonis because he was just a gorgeous animal. Very regal looking.

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Wed, Aug. 13th, 2008 04:07 pm (UTC)

Poor kitty. I just don't understand people. Working in dog rescue I see a LOT of this sort of thing. And it's getting worse. This foreclosure crisis is really affecting animals...dogs and cats just being left in homes. There was one horrific case where a guy's house was foreclosed on and (likely to punish the people who forclosed on it), he left his dog in a little crate with no food or water and it died there. Just disgusting. That poor creature.

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Wed, Aug. 13th, 2008 04:09 pm (UTC)

that poor dog. People disgust me at times. Thankfully, there are folks like you who help them.

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