I went up to Fitchburg earlier this afternoon to pick up a new foster dog. Joy had sent a photo of a gorgeous blue merle boxer mix and of course I couldn't resist, I'm a sucker for a sad story especially when its attachd to a bully breed.
I'm not sure what I was expecting but what I saw when I got there was a stunning young dog who was absolutely terrified, and then ofcourse I had to catch her. I closed the exterior door to the kennel, opened up her pen and walked away. After a few minutes she crawled out of the pen, the kennel staff have been letting her roam around the kennel while they clean her pen, after a good ten minutes I managed to get her out into the main area and the pen shut so she couldn't go back in and hide, and finally, I'm ashamed to say, I cornered her to get a collar on her.
It was heartbreaking. She was shaking in fear, her tail tucked but still wagging, and she was doing everything she could to just hide from me which basically meant she was burying her head into her side in that "if I cant see you, you cant see me way" that dogs sometimes have.
I tried leading her to the door which she seemed to think was the worst idea I had come up with yet and I finally gave in and picked her up. I carried her to the back of my SUV and put her in the crate. She pushed herself as far back as she could manage and seemed so relieved when I shut the gate and walked away.
I would guess from her pearly white teeth that she is less than a year old, likely 9 months and I don't want to even think about what has happened in her short life to make her so scared of humans.
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