Jakkson. Siberian Husky, seven months old. Adopted from an animal rescue organization. Chained to a tree in the woods for the first six months of his life, one of a pack of fifty dogs being trained as sled dogs. Jakkson was scared. All the time. He spent most of his time hiding somewhere in the house, unless taken for a walk or let out in the back yard. Somehow, Jakkson found a way to get out. A brand new ten foot high fence was put in the yard this summer, yet he finds a way to get under it!
Having spent minimal time around humans, most of his time around other dogs and cats, Jakkson managed to escape the yard three times. Each time, he ended up at a house where other dogs lived. The last time I went to pick him up at a house across Harmony Creek, I wasn't certain at first I had the same animal. Oh yes, the same size, the same beautiful distinctive markings. This dog was however walking around on the main floor of the house like he lived there. His tail was no longer curled around between his legs but bobbed up and down like Pippi Longstockings' pigtails! It struck me at that moment that that was exactly what he needed, what was necessary, what would have to happen. It was determined in that moment - we needed to adopt another pet.
Adopting another dog at this point was not an option. It would have to be a cat. Preferably free. A google search led me a few blocks from home. A little kitten, black, six weeks old needed a home. It had been found trying to cross a busy street by the owner of three dogs and four cats. No room for one more. Once I picked up that little vibrating ball of fur, I knew I had to take him home. This is where he was meant to be.
So Ziggy came home wth me. I brought him over to Jakkson to introduce them to each other. At that moment something changed in him. There he was - that dog - that Pippi Longstockings dog. Ears perked, up on his elbows, tail at attention. That bloody dog thinks he's its mother! Sniffing, licking, grooming, Jakkson follows the Ziggy around all day now. The Bodyguard.
I had made the assumption that just loving him and taking care of him would be enough. That food, shelter, water and my love would be enough to make him come around, to make him feel secure, to make him happy, with time he would come around. I've learned in life, however, that sometimes we have to build that bridge.
Adopting another dog at this point was not an option. It would have to be a cat. Preferably free. A google search led me a few blocks from home. A little kitten, black, six weeks old needed a home. It had been found trying to cross a busy street by the owner of three dogs and four cats. No room for one more. Once I picked up that little vibrating ball of fur, I knew I had to take him home. This is where he was meant to be.
So Ziggy came home wth me. I brought him over to Jakkson to introduce them to each other. At that moment something changed in him. There he was - that dog - that Pippi Longstockings dog. Ears perked, up on his elbows, tail at attention. That bloody dog thinks he's its mother! Sniffing, licking, grooming, Jakkson follows the Ziggy around all day now. The Bodyguard.
I had made the assumption that just loving him and taking care of him would be enough. That food, shelter, water and my love would be enough to make him come around, to make him feel secure, to make him happy, with time he would come around. I've learned in life, however, that sometimes we have to build that bridge.
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So now i know why you now have Miss Ziggy!? or is it just Ziggy?
:)
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