Today, A Stress-Free Post! What Could Be Better Than a TRUE Story About a November MIRACLE DOG!! (With Pics)

Today, IA is a “safe-haven,” a place for heartwarming thoughts, inspiration, and love!  We will NOT ALLOW any negative thoughts about the campaign or the election intrude on this shelter from the media hysteria today. It is a place of comfort being provided for all PUMAs today!

Let me take you back EXACTLY 6 years ago to November 4, 2002.  It was the day before Election Day that year, an off-year, of course, from Presidential politics.  The weather here in Southern New Mexico had been getting very cold at night for a few weeks.  It was the time for everyone to start getting cozy as the sun set. It became a very special day….

Toro and Tico, both chihuahuas,  were happily ruling the roost here. We had adopted Tico in February of 2002 as a companion for Toro, who had come with us from New Jersey to New Mexico a couple of years before. Everything was proceeding nicely, except for one thing.

I had had back surgery two years before in 2000 and had spent Thanksgiving in the hospital. It went smoothly, but recovery was slow.  Two years later in October 2002, I was still in severe pain, drugged to the gills, hardly moving and depressed.

Over the summer my mother, who was doing the dog walking, started talking about a little black dog that was roaming the neighborhood.  As I tried to walk down the block, I would run into neighbors who also reported on the little dog.  One woman told me she thought he slept on a house porch on another street…that turned out to be untrue.  Another woman told me he would drink from her bird bath. Yet another neighbor told me he was in his garage sitting on a stool cleaning his car wheels when the dog came into the garage. The man reached for him and fell off the stool…and the little dog ran off.

The reports kept coming. Finally, I called Animal Control, only to be told that they had been trying to catch the little guy for 8 months. Cages, traps…they couldn’t get him. Doing the math that October, I figured he had been “on the road” since February. That means he had been without a home through the cold spring, the extremely hot summer, and now was heading into another season of cold nights.

He was seen in the arroyo, near the highway and under cars.  In fact, a man a block away told me he was sleeping some nights under his mothballed Corvette.  New construction was starting next door to our house and I began seeing him resting underneath the construction trailer. Occasionally, I saw him with other strays, but he was usually alone.

One day as we were driving out of the development I saw a man sitting on an electrical box with a big dog biscuit in his hand.  I stopped the car and asked him what was going on.  He told me that he was trying to feed the little dog. Just then, at the corner, we saw him. He was licking the sidewalk. He ran off when I approached the spot…and I saw that he had been licking a smashed egg that had dried. Then, a few days later, my mother saw him in the middle of main street out of the development in the morning during the rush hour…he appeared confused and cars had stopped but he managed to escape unharmed.

Something snapped right then. I knew I couldn’t let this little guy continue like this. It was getting bitterly cold at night as we headed into the last couple of weeks of October. My mother said he was limping.  I was afraid a coyote would catch him if he was down in the arroyo. Something had to be done. He actually began trailing after my mother and our two clannish chis, who took an immediate dislike to him!

I noticed that he seemed to come down our street in the morning and the late afternoon. I got some food and water and put it down near our front wall that was next to the lot next to us where the new house was going up.  That was in the morning. It was gone almost immediately.

I then moved the food and water bowls to the end of our driveway. And then a short way up the side of the driveway.  He’d come by around 4 o’clock every day. I got into the routine of getting up early and putting out the food in the morning at around 6 AM.  Sometimes he’d come down the street from the direction of the arroyo around that time and would eat. Other times he would come from the opposite direction, from the  main road.

This went on for about a week. Then, I started opening the garage door and placing the food just outside the lip of the garage.  Sometimes I’d leave a treat.  One day I left tuna fish in the morning. He ate it, but when I left it in the afternoon, he skipped it. Not a tuna fan, apparently!

After a few days, I set up a folding chair. I put the food down outside the garage, but sat in the chair.  He was tentative, but he was hungry, so he ate but he left immediately.  Then, he got to the point where he ate but would take a treat and bury it across the street.  Then he started sitting in the driveway in the sun for awhile.  All this time I sat quietly and talked to him.

When he wanted more, he would stand by the dish. I calmly got up and went inside and brought out more food.  He would dart away, but return and eat.

One morning I didn’t see him around. Worried, I got myself down to the corner and called, “Sweet-ie”!  Down the hill he came and he followed me home.   This became a ritual over the next few days. One day, he didn’t return at 4 P.M. and I was worried that something had happened to him.  Not only was he limping, but I could see that he had patches on his coat. He seemed tired and run down.  I thought he was ready to get picked up.

By this time I had moved the food bowls into the garage a few feet away from where I sat.  On Saturday, November 2, I moved the bowl right next to me.  He ate without a problem.  But the next day, he didn’t show up in the morning and I was panicked.  Had I waited too long? Had he wanted me to pick him up but had given up on me because I hadn’t moved then? Was he hurt? Or worse?

On Monday, November 4, I set up the chair and the food and went down to the corner. I called “Sweet-tie” but he didn’t come! Upset, I turned to go home…and there he was , coming toward me down the sidewalk from the other direction!

I sat in the chair, and he came up right next to me.  Before he took a bite, I quickly scooped him up and ran into the house! I had set up a baby gate so that he would stay in the kitchen. Toro and Tico, the clannish chihuahuas, were going nuts.  The little black dog jumped over the gate and promptly deposited a gift under the piano bench.  I put a halter on him and put him outside and he immediately went over the wall! I fished him up and knew I couldn’t take my eyes off him for a second!

Things settled down as I took him for a walk. He did fine. And then we came home and he went to sleep on the couch. That night and for several nights after, he howled at the back door. But during the day he slept like he hadn’t slept in a long while.  He was under the covers, warm, well-fed and safe.

I scheduled a vet appointment to have his limp and skin checked out. In the meantime, I called the no-kill shelter, Safe Haven, but they had no room for him.  A man in the neighborhood who had tried to catch him once and failed said he wanted him…but he went out to work everyday. I couldn’t see the little guy thrown into a yard…he’d get away somehow.  And I refused to bring him to the shelter because I figured he’d be adopted…but would wind up roaming again! He could jump any wall and walk it with ease!

I wasn’t really sure what he was, but the vet confirmed he was a fairly big miniature pinscher!  His limp was going to be fine and we got started on clearing up his skin.  The vet thought he was about a year old.  Still not sure what to do with him at the “logical” level of thinking, I scheduled an appointment to get him fixed.  Of course, by the time he went in for that a week or so later, my heart had made the decision. We were going to keep him!  Toro and Tico weren’t too happy about it, either!

What to name him?  We went through a couple of names until I looked at him and commented that since he had roamed everywhere around the development, he was really a “city slicker.”  The name stuck–from then on he was SLICKER (Slick for short)!

Then came the problem of walking him! My mother couldn’t handle all three, so I took charge of Slicker. I started to walk, painfully, down the block with him.  At the corner we started getting into some hilliness.  Slick wanted to go there, so we’d go a short distance. Everyday I’d huff and puff a short way up that low grade hill.  Gradually, the huffing and puffing disappeared and my weak leg and back started to get stronger. Soon, I could walk up that hill!!

As I started walking with Slick, my energy came back and I started doing more. Instead of sitting around in pain and depression, I as now getting out and about. My little MIRACLE DOG had restored my interest in life and had started healing me, physically and mentally!

Six years later, Slick and I are celebrating our anniversary together tomorrow, November 4th. No matter what happens on Election Day, we’ll be happy about being together!  Toro and Tico have made an uneasy peace with “the intruder” and Slick has matured into the most loving, appreciative dog one could hope for!

Now, you won’t believe this, but a week or so ago I saw a little black and white dog with something draped around him/her in the street. I stopped the car, but he ran way down the road.  A couple of days ago, a neighbor about a block away told me he had seen the little dog and what he was dragging along was a plastic bag with ties that had been caught on his neck! The little dog probably got tangled up while searching for food in the bag that was set out on garbage day. I’m keeping an eye out to see if he comes this way again…

So what have I done? Yesterday I put out a bowl of water and a bowl of food near the wall at the side of the driveway near the sidewalk. Maybe it’s time for another November miracle…in more ways than one!

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Here are some pictures of my darling, sweet boy…SLICKER!

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And waiting for another November miracle….

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19 Responses

  1. What an awesome story! I love the face under the sheets picture. Rescue dogs are the best, most loyal, and most loving dogs I have ever met! I am glad you are setting this up as safe haven today. It’s gonna get crazy!

    I would like to add that I have some great news and a very special PUMA video. Please stop by.
    Mahalo,
    Diamond

    http://logisticsmonster.com/2008/11/03/puma-politics-irony-and-justice-in-the-universe/

  2. I just saw last week’s post about the Trilateral Commission, which I appreciated very much. Americans are far too ignorant about these secretive New World Order fronts, which unfortunately have a stranglehold on both major parties. In 2004, both major candidates belonged to the occult Skull and Bones society. Americans need to be educated about the infernal secret societies undermining the republic.

  3. A heartwarming story Grl. People that rescue and love animals like slick are rewarded with an unconditional love. In your case Slick also helped you to better health.

    We rescued two abused Blue and Gold Macaws 10 years ago. The brother and sister duo now owns the house and allows us to live here with them. They are fun and comical and still just a little frightened at times. We are lucky to have them.

    As you are for having rescued Slick. Seems to me you rescued each other.

  4. Thanks for the heartwarming story!

    I really, really needed that today!

  5. IA,
    Thanks for this wonderful story, it is a welcome post after these last hectic months. Our brains needed a rest from all the turmoil.

    There is nothing like a loyal animal for company when you’ve had your fill of stress in today’s world. I have a beautiful, snow white, American Eskimo Spitz who is my best friend. She seems to sense when I am not feeling well, either mentally or physically and won’t leave my side.

  6. Marge,

    Perfectly said!

    GRL,

    Rub Slick’s belly (for luck) for all of us today!

  7. Thank you for sharing your heart-warming story of love given, love returned – I teared up reading it, but happy tears that lifted the weight of this election day.
    Side note: 1st time since I became age eligible in 1964 that I did not vote for the Democratic candidate and it didn’t hurt a bit. I am proud of my vote for John McCain and Sarah Palin.

  8. Trying to type through very happy tears.

    Thank you for this story.

  9. Congratulations Logisitics Monster on hitting 100K today!!!!

  10. Marge, you are exactly right…we rescued each other….we were meant to be together.

    I believe in the Universe….

  11. Yep, Marge is right you did resuce one another. Let us know if you get another November miracle!

  12. Your dog is an awesome dog!

  13. What a wonderful, and much needed, story today! You made me smile, just as my own miracle dog Katie still makes me smile 10 years after I rescued her.

  14. Oh my, ia…he’s SO handsome. No wonder you fell for him.

    This story struck a special chord here. We’re right now feeding a stray cat. I saw “him” twice fleetingly. “He” is a grey tiger. The other day hubby got a better look at “him.” Hubby says this is definitely NOT a him. (sigh) That probably accounts for the two cups of cat food per day she’s eating.

    I hope we can tame her before the kittens are born. November is no time to be having babies outside.

  15. Good luck with the kitty, creeper!

  16. Cute dog, and a nice story. Good luck.

  17. Oh, IA so happy to hear about your story of love and mutual healing/saving. Pets do save us as much as we save them. I’ve been saved 2x with stray cats, who ironically only love each other. And they both chose us, just like Slick obviously chose you.

    Just a lil’ political intervention, but isn’t that what PUMAs and Repubs did this year, we all saved each other.

    Hoping you have another Nov miracle.

  18. What a baby doll! Rescued animals really are the best.

  19. Your story is wonderful, thank you very much for sharing it!!

    My mother has a mini pinscher and they are great dogs, really smart and phenomenally brave (they love cuddling too). May you and Slicker have many happy years together.

    My cats are all rescues and the light of my life.

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