An unwanted dog? Nothing could be farther from the truth! written by Sallie Bright
When I first met her, Wendy wasn’t the kind of dog to attract adopters. At the age of one year, with a timid personality and a medium size, she wasn’t cute
enough or small enough to be snapped up by one of the visitors at PetSmart. I was working as a volunteer that day and Wendy was one of the dogs who had come to the
humane society, unwanted and unloved, and was available for adoption at the store in Nicholasville where DBCHS regularly takes animals to find homes for them.
If I adopted every dog or cat I was afraid wouldn’t get adopted, I’d be in way over my head (and my husband would have divorced me) long ago. And yet there was something in Wendy’s gaze, an intelligence a desire to trust that I just couldn’t ignore. Though I didn’t take her home right then — we already had three shelter dogs we had adopted during the past 12 or 13 years — I kept tabs on her, and when I heard she was slated to go to the Humane Society of Plainfield, a group in Illinois that helps find homes for some DBCHS dogs, I volunteered to foster her until she left on the transport.
As fate would have it, Wendy had mange and couldn’t go on the transport right away. During the weeks we were treating her for mange, my husband and I found out a lot about this 25-pound border collie mix. As with many shelter dogs, Wendy appeared to have had a traumatic past. She fled to a far corner of the room the first time I got out a broom. Though she soon bonded with two of our dogs, she kept trying in vain to make the third one, 12-year old Lucy, love her. Even now, six months later, Wendy still goes all wiggly and gets down as low as she can whenever she approaches Lucy. This wanting to be loved is very much a part of Wendy’s personality. Ever eager to please, she has learned not to eat the furniture or tear up the dog bed she’s supposed to sleep on. She has become friendly toward people she doesn’t know well, instead of slinking away with fear in her eyes. In fact, all the fear and mistrust in her eyes has melted, and she will happily succumb to a belly rub without jumping up and running away as she did in the early days at our house.
And, needless to say, she’s no longer going to Illinois. I think she knew the first time our eyes met that she had found a home!
|Wendy is a border collie mix with expressive ears and eyes. She has joined Lionel (in front), Annie (in back) and camera shy Lucy as part of the Bright-Bredar household.|