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| 1st night, you can see his neck was still bald |
Barney was a pup "only a mother could love" and boy did we love him and so does his new family.
Most of the time we don't know what happen to them, they are found, surrendered, but SOMETIMES we find out.
Barney was found tied to a telephone pole in Alabama. He had mange, lost practically all his teeth, ticks and fleas and was miserably bald.
When we got him we were told he had hot spots, what's left of his teeth, free of mange but now has a skin allergy for the rest of his life. BUT a lot of his fur had grown back and his HUGE underbite was cute (to me).
When I got home, boy did I get it from my husband. He thought Barney looked like a little gremlin, he was allergic to the allergic dog and because of his allergies he wasn't the best smelling pup either. On top of that I told him that I had to give him a couple supplements to strengthen his body couple times a day, a hot spot spray for his itchy moments, ear drops, then he had some sedating pills because he was so anxious he was aggressive. And we were told to go "organic" because his allergies didn't allow for him to be on anything but grain free and "real" treats.

Well.....I ditched those sedatives straight away. I'd rather deal with a fussy dog than a drugged one. We had to keep his collar loose and really took it off most of the time until it got better because anything around his neck would rub his neck raw. He didn't get along with our dog because he didn't get along with anyone. He was 6 and acted like an "old and ornery" man. LOL. He itched all the time and it made his bald spots have this oily coating and he'd have this body odor. But Barney never missed a beat, he loved his ball and to play with it.
Thankfully he's tiny because breaking up fights were simple. He had big dog syndrome, of course. And after some research and talking with our vet we ended up switching all our dogs and cat to grain free and "organic" treats, (bully sticks, chicken treats, peanut butter). What was even better was since he was allergic to all chemicals which aggrevated his skin, I made his collar into a tick and flea collar by putting drops of lavender, tea tree oil and citronella essential oils. It was the best switch I ever made for the health of my animals. :)
It was sad watching Barney go outside because insects are such opportunistic buggers. Since Barney was weak and ill, there would always be swarms of gnats and bugs swarming him so I was even more worried about ticks and heartworm disease. Where our Sheltie didn't have one bug near him because he was healthy as an ox running around like the happiest thing.
THEN there was this itching thing. I didn't want to use all these "chemical" stuff given to me and let his skin naturally heal, but his neck and collar and that darn back paw just got the best of me. I tried painters tape and baby socks, he chewed that off. I tried infant booties, he kicked those off. AND THEN I bought the onesie. YUP, I did. I measured his size and bought a similar onesie (6 month I believe) and since he was stretching them out I bought a set and would buy more as he stretched them out.
Now mind you I didn't know we were going to have him as long as we did, 9 months. So I went through about 5 or 6 onesies. All worth it because his fur grew back and he was also getting better with the diet and supplements. (We could tell by his smell and less gnats swarming him).
He didn't liked it at first, but then he got used to it and didn't care. It was okay too because it was winter so the onesie was a nice jacket. And my husband eventually gave in to his underbite charm and he just looked too cute in those onesies. Barney even started learning tricks like sit and up and lay down.
The night that broke my heart.....I was dead asleep and then 2am in the morning I heard noises. I figured out it was coming from the bathroom. So I went for a look, Barney had managed to hop into our bathtub (which was too tall for him to jump unless out of desperation) and laying on his tummy sprawled and softly whining when he saw me. I picked him up and his onesie was too stretched out so he itched his neck so raw there was blood and the smell was a slight foul. He laid in the tub to cool his skin down. I was beside myself, but I cleaned him up and grabbed some aloe gel I had just to sooth the skin and keep it cool. I laid him next to me in bed in my arms laying on his back. Every 30 seconds or so he'd try to reach up and scratch and I'd gently keep his foot from reaching his neck. That was a LONG night and a VERY tired morning for work.
The other incident we had was that he was very protective of his paws. So at one point I finally insisted we cut his nails. Well by the time I wanted to do that, one was too late and had cracked and broke at the cuticle. My husband helped me hold his neck and head because he was writhing in pain. It was so difficult emotionally for me because he was just screaming and screaming (our neighbors probably thought we were trying to kill him)! I had to get my nail cutter around this long nail all the way off to past the cuticle and snap. I had flour and hydrogen peroxide,cotton balls, qtips, gauze ready to clean and stop the bleeding. I was prepared for the worst! It took a few times to get around the nail (which was painful) and couple times he'd break free of my husband's hold and try to bite. BUT as soon as he saw my hand he never bit down and just hesitantly retracted his jaws. It was even more sad for me because at that moment I knew he loved me enough not to bite me even though he was in so much pain. So finally we got it, cleaned it up, packed it with flour to stop the bleeding. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? That darn nail grew back perfectly. I thought it was never coming back as deep as we had to cut it.
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| Barney with neck hair back and pawing for a treat |
After 9 months, we started to get applications for him. The winter slows down a bit because nobody wants to adopt during the winter to have to potty train and take the dog outside. LOL. I had to turn down 2 families because they were more interested with hopping him up on meds for his allergies than be thoughtful. By no means did I believe anyone would be as crazy as me buying infant clothing, however, I had an expectation. So finally a family came, mom, dad, and 2 boys. Mom was allergic to dogs, but her sons wanted a dog...so. Mom was so diligent to ask about the supplements and where to buy them and what Barney's regimen was. By the end of our interview the eldest boy was playing fetch and the youngest was rolling on the floor with Barney. IT WAS MEANT TO BE. Months later we receive an email from the family saying how wonderful he was doing. It was perfect and I didn't regret being picky for Barney because he deserved it. I think he was the only other foster I cried when he left because he was such a piece of work! LOL
Although he was 6 years old, his family said he never missed a beat and he was just like a puppy. He was definitely one that made a huge 360 with the right amount of care, love, patience and time. :)