Tyrion didn’t win the Iron Throne, but he did one better: he won over the most delightful furever family! He has a new mama, papa and two skin brothers who couldn’t wait for Tyrion to come home and play tug-o-war. I’ve received reports that he’s spent his first day enjoying his new toys and basking in plentiful tummy rubs. Tyrion will now be known as Tank, which befits him because, once he’s regained all his weight, he’s going to be a big boy. Tank came to us in really bad shape after being rescued off the streets. After undergoing multiple surgeries and recovering with some much-deserved TLC, I’m thrilled to see him off to an equally well-deserved happily ever after. Tank is going to enjoy life in the spotlight as the only fur baby in the home for awhile and will look forward to a furmate to play with sometime in the near future.
Happy tails, Tank, aka “Big Feet.” You deserve this!
I joined rescue in the middle of the night. I was initially picked up in a border town down south, and I was in really, really bad shape. A lot of dogs roam the streets there, looking for food, shelter and a friend. Few dogs get to leave unless they are chosen to be transported north. On a weekly basis, transport volunteers come and pick up as many dogs as they can so they can have a better life.
Rescue in a border town is truly a group effort – not just one person doing everything. Many rescues are involved in networking to save as many lives as possible. For instance, I had Donja, a vet tech, Eileen, a rescue warrior, and Jamie a transport driver, all determined to save my life.
I am in really bad shape. My ear infection is horrible, my tail infection is the worst, and my teeth are all rotten. Not sure what is going on with my eyes, but I am running into walls a lot.
After I was picked up roaming around Brownsville, I stayed at the shelter for five days before they called Donja. She came to see me and immediately she knew how bad I was suffering. She took me to her clinic that cleaned me up, medicated my ears, and tried to at least keep me comfortable. I did not have to go back to the shelter due to my medical conditions so I just hung out there to wait for transport.
I must say, being in a clinic that was clean and had food and people to love me was the happiest time of my life.
On Thursday morning, I was loaded up in a transport van with lots of dogs – all sizes and all colors – and we headed north. None of us looked back to the awful life we left behind.
I wish I had a great story of being loved and wanted, but nope. I am one of thousands of dogs that roam freely. They sometimes get run over, get pregnant over and over and over, or just get dumped.
Thank you for saying that you would take me in the shape I’m in, the way I smell and the health problems you see. But one day, I plan on being the beautiful Bulldog that I was born to be. Until then, please say a prayer for me and all the dogs that never get the chance to get on the transport van headed to freedom. Love, Tyrion
4/22/19 Update: After spending a few weeks being patched up at the doc’s office, I’m now in my foster home. So far, I’ve discovered the lay of the land and all the toys. I love toys! I’m still on the mend from all my patchwork, but I’m not letting that interfere with my inquisitive and playful nature. That’s all for now. I’m off to explore and see if I can find some more toys!