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is me in my new "forever" home. My name is Scooter and I would like
to tell you my story.... You see, I didn't always look this handsome
or feel as good as I do now. I am about 7 years old and until not
long ago lived at a puppymill in Arizona. My job was to father lots
of puppies for my owner even though my background is unknown and I don't
even know my mom or dad's names but my owner didn't care about that.
I lived outside and it sure would get hot in the summer and those darn
fleas were always all over me. I don't remember exactly what happened
but from the time I was a young kid my mouth and my back leg hurt real
bad... I could hardly eat and couldn't even use my leg but I learned to
put up with the pain. It was a rough life for sure.
Well, I finally
got lucky. My owner decided he didn't want me anymore because there
was only one puppy from the last litter and that was not good enough for
him. He told a yorkie rescue lady, Helen, that I didn't have a vet
or any shots and signed a paper saying yorkie rescue could have me.
My foster mom, Helen, promised me that my life in the puppy mill was over
and that she would find me a new home where I would be loved and taken
care of.
She gave me a
nice bath that got rid of all the fleas and took me to see Dr. Welty.
He said I had a broken jaw which had healed pretty good on its own and
a broken hip also from a long time ago that had to be fixed. No wonder
I always hurt so much!! My teeth were cleaned, my dew claws removed,
surgery to fix my hip, neutered, and vaccinations too. They even
put a chip under my skin so I wouldn't ever get lost. I don't remember
ever having been to a vet before but everyone there was so nice to me.
Here are a couple
of pictures of me at my foster Mom's home where I quickly began to feel
much better after my surgery. |