Wags n Words Healthy Dogs & Happy Tales

December 11, 2011

‘Tis the Season

First, let me say that while our computer crisis is over, there is still mountains of work we must do to sort through and clean out photos, emails, and documents (that’s what today, Sunday, is dedicated to…along with some outside time with friends!), but all and all, we’re about 90% functional and it feels so good!

Next, we had a typical week walking our clients/friends:

Rosie and Tyson –

Monty and Roux

Woobie

We played…

 

And yes, that’s Tyson off leash for the first time…and we’re playing in the woods…much to Rosie’s disappointment!

And it took Tyson a bit to understand what off leash meant…

And we visited the wounded…

 

 

 

And we posed as Gretchen is always wanting us to do…

But none of that is what I want to write about. Yes, it’s important and it’s my life and it’s all wonderful, but what I want to write about is this guy…

This is Max and for those of you who follow me on Facebook (Rubin Dietz-Gilpin) or Twitter (@wagsnwords) or via our Wellsprings K9 connection (@wellspringsk9 or Facebook Wellsprings Canine), you’ve seen many postings about Max.

I have yet to meet Max, but I can tell you that the story Gretchen recounts make me realize what a wonderful life I have as well as make me angry that not every dog in the world has a life like mine.

Max is a rescue from a high-kill shelter in Los Angeles. From what everyone could piece together, he was kept in crate for most of his life. He is only 2 years old and the crate was half his size (he most likely grew into it or out of it over the years). Because the crate was too small, he grew to its shape. Hunched over, positioned on his hocks and elbow — Max came to his foster home in Seattle unable to stand let alone walk.

His foster mom, Suzanne, worked with him daily — cleaned him up, fed him nutritious meals, and took him to the vet where they surmised that while everything was in working order, Max would have to learn to walk from scratch.

That’s when Suzanne brought him to Wellsprings K9 — our other job — and after two sessions, Max is walking better — not as hunched, more on his toes, and most importantly, wagging his tail.

We’ve put the call out to everyone we know — Please Help Max — because the costs of his therapy and rescue are mounting.

I know Gretchen loves me. I know I am at the center of her heart, but let me tell you, this guy has really touched her and in the telling of his tale, he’s touched me too. Gretchen says he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He just wants to be loved. Imagine living in a box most of your life then traveling thousands of miles to land “outdoors” and then “in a pool” — experiences you’ve never had in your short life.

Max has handled it with complete trust and an open heart.

You can read more about Max here (http://blog.wellspringsk9.com/) and if you feel so inclined, we ask that you contribute to his therapy.

Oh and if you want to adopt him, that would be fantastic, too! I’m trying to talk Gretchen into it, but she says our dance card is already overflowing.

Tis the season and we hope you can find it in your heart to help our new friend, Max.( http://seattlesobaka.chipin.com/animal-rescue-and-advocacy)

Have a great rest of your weekend,

Rubin

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