About a month ago I posted about Petfinder.com’s “Adopt a Less Adoptable Pet” campaign. I specifically wrote about the black dog syndrome, which is also often true for brindles. I have no idea why people are hesitant to adopt brindle dogs, as I’m an admirer of their unique coloring, but it is a fact that brindle dogs are often last to get picked, too.
I opened my inbox the other day to a great story from my friend, Tricia Smith, about her latest “catch.” She and her husband, Mike, recently adopted an elderly brindle Boxer. Here’s the story:
It was pure luck that I walked down her aisle at the shelter, I thought she’d be over our apartment’s weight limit, but at the last minute I decided what the heck, and as the saying goes the rest is history.
Goldie was the name Wayside Waifs gave her and we decided to keep it. She’s an old black dog – an oldie but a Goldie – I think that’s the saying her name comes from.
She had a rough couple of months after she came home with us. We adopted her Friday, called and made an appointment with the vet for that Monday. Late the next night, Saturday, she started coughing and Sunday she developed a “runny nose.” Then late Sunday night, actually it was early Monday morning at about 2 a.m. she woke up coughing, walked to the bedroom door and fainted. Mike and I thought she’d died. She was passed out for almost five minutes. When she blinked her eyes Mike picked her up and we rushed her to the hospital. The ER vet said his preliminary tests were uneventful and that he could run more tests or we could take her to our vet. We decided since dawn was just a few hours away and she was stable we’d take her to our vet.
Our vet ran several tests, and immediately started her on an antibiotic for an upper respiratory infection. Over the next several weeks Goldie got sicker and sicker and her energy level was non-existent. Every test result came back negative. She started yelping anytime we rubbed her hears and eventually she was to the point she couldn’t even get up off her bed. I called the vet and he said to bring her in immediately. So I picked her up and carried her to the car and we drove her to the vet’s office. When our wonderful vet walked into the examine room we knew we were at the stage where we were running out of options. Our vet said he had one more thing he wanted to try, he was working on hunch. He wanted to take some more blood because he thought Goldie might have Addison’s disease. The first results came in and they pointed towards Addison’s. Our vet said the next test could confirm Addison’s, but it wasn’t 100% accurate and it was very expensive. He suggested we proceed with treatment for Addison’s. So we started Goldie on medicine and within a day we saw improvement. Over the next couple of weeks she grew stronger and more energetic. We were feeling great.
That feeling didn’t last long. A couple of weeks later Goldie developed the worst bloody diarrhea I have ever seen (why do these things always start on a Saturday after the vet’s office closes?). During this time Goldie went from 50 lbs, already too skinny for a Boxer, to 47 lbs – her energy level was dropping and she was deteriorating. Even with medication and a bland diet to treat the diarrhea it took about 10 days for Goldie to fully recover.
We’ve had Goldie for five months and she was extremely sick, pretty much on her death bed, for almost the first three months.
Oh how things have changed. She’s doing fantastic (I’m little nervous about putting that into writing because when we first got her every time we said she was doing better or that she was doing great she would fall ill again – keep your fingers crossed). Goldie loves to run. Every morning we wake up, step outside and race a 50-yard dash. She’s happy, always smiling. Loves car rides, ice-cream, vanilla scented raw-hides and Three Dog Bakery. She loves old people, kids and cats. Goldie is (and after Molly I never thought I’d say this again) the sweetest creature I have ever met. On more than one occasion at the park we’ve been sounded by numerous children with disabilities. The first group was children with Down Syndrome and the second group of children had severe hearing and speech disabilities. She was so patient and gentle. She stood their smiling and wagging her little nub tail while the kids petted her. One little boy had his face by hers and we said, “Be careful she might give you a kiss.” He grabbed her face with his little hands, turned her head and planted a big kiss right on her mouth. Goldie just smiled – she loves to be hugged and kissed on the cheeks and the top of her head.
Goldie’s changed our lives, we are so happy. Every week we see more of her personality develop. She is an absolutely wonderful dog. And because we adopted another dog, we ended up being the ones who were rescued – again.