Monday, April 6, 2009
If you live in Brooklyn, you know the street Flatbush Avenue. It's 4 lanes of cars whizzing by and going through red lights. Last night, John & I (and a handful of other concerned passers-by) found two dogs walking across this crazy street - no id tags, no leash, no owner in sight. The cops at the police station across the street said they'd take them to Animal Control right away - a sure death sentence for these abondoned guys.
We have become serious dog lovers in the past three years - the kind I never thought I'd be. The baby voices, the oh-it's-okay attitude when our 70lb beast thinks she's fit for a lap, the need to defend her "energetic" behavior. I adore & love my dog like nothing else. So I cannot even begin to imagine the person who abandoned this girl & her mastiff companion. And I could not do the same last night. We brought her home, fed & bathed her. We call her Marcy - short for St. Marks, where we finally able to catch up to her. I know she looks a little scary, but it didn't take long to find out that this girl is sweet as pie and is just really scared - and rightly so - she has scars around her nose and her ears have been clipped. I'm trying to get in touch with no-kill shelters today to see about a home for her. In the meantime, she's with us. If anyone has any suggestions or tips - I'd love to hear them. This is my first rescue - and I'm not sure I'm doing this right.