Lucy's a Winner!
I got out of the puppy mill just in time...I was hiding two little puppies inside me! After years of being locked in a cage (and every time I got to have my puppies, the bad people took them away and made me sad), I finally made it out after almost 9 years! WITH MY PUPPIES!
Miss Danielle (my foster Mom) didn't know at 1st I was having the puppies either. I snuck out the dog door one day and had them under her shed while she was at work. Even though I didn't like humans yet, I did trust her, so I grabbed onto her hand when she got home and led her to my two little boys. Miss Danielle said that I cleaned those pups so well that there wasn't a spot of dust on them! I got to be with Miss Danielle and her family and my puppies until the boys were ready to go to their furever homes! I hated to see them go , but my new Mom, Angie was waiting for me.
My Mom also had another Westie named Chess. A couple weeks after I got to my furever home, Chess left us and went to Rainbow Bridge. My Mom tells me it was because she was 16. She and I were grieving for Chess when it was time to go in and make sure I didn't have to have any more puppies! Then, a terrible thing happened. I had a hernia and the surgery didn't go so well. I had to go to the Emergency Center for 5 days and I kept hearing humans saying I was "white all over" and I "might not make it". The doctor said I lost too much blood and my gums and ears were all white. But I knew I finally had the good life and my new mama would do anything for me and I knew I had to fight to go home. And I did…I fought with every ounce of westitude I had. I survived all those awful years in the mill and I had the good life now and I WAS going home with my mama!
I was pretty upset after all this. I didn't come around very well. I wouldn't move my arms or legs and wouldn't smell anything. I focused my eyes on one thing and didn't move all day long. I didn't leave my little pink bed; I was too scared. My Mom even took me to 2 trainers and sent my story to Cesar Milan to try to get him to help me get used to being a pet. He said he couldn't help me as I was one of the worst cases he had seen. I was too "traumatized" from all the abuse and neglect from 9 long years in the mill. One trainer suggested a 4 footed friend to show me the ropes might help. So back to WRM mom went adopted another Westie from them, her name is Holly. Holly’s person had to go live some where for the older people and Holly couldn’t go with so she came to live with us and to teach me all about being a pet. So after one and a half years and tons of love from a mom who refused to give up on me, I know how to sit and speak and what "dinner" and "go to bed" means! I am still learning new stuff every day; Holly is such a great sister and teacher. It makes it so much easier having Holly to show me stuff! I am happy and healthy today and I can beat Holly, who is only 3, at toys and running races outside. I am happy and do the waggy tail dance every day when I wake up cuz I am glad to be with my Mom and Holly!
Without the Westie Rescue of Missouri people helping me and Mom find each other, I wouldn't be doing the waggy tail dance. I am so thankful!