I worked many years at a veterinary hospital in Chicago that also had a separate facility which was the pound for that district of the police department. Animal Welfare would come once a week (or more often as need may be) to collect these poor animals...it was absolutely heartbreaking.
Well, as a veterinary technician, we all know that every pet I've ever had (with the exception of two dogs I had as a child) was unwanted by anyone else. Each and every one came to me from some sort of terrible situation and in several cases, trauma. And usually, I had a "full house!" LOL
Such was the case when this one particular little dog came in to the police pound. She appeared to be a little Sheltie mix, red all over with 4 perfect white socks ~ she almost looked like a red fox. She was actually tied to the doorstep of the front of the vet's office one morning, and given a police ID number and put into the pound. She had (of course) no tags, and appeared to have been severely kicked around...bruises n such not consistent with a hit-by-car scenario...and she was terrified....lashing out hysterically at any attempt of contact with her.
Several days later, one of the kennel attendants came to me in concern about her, because she had not moved from the corner of the cage she was in AT ALL the whole time she'd been there, other than to snap at whoever was attempting to tend to her. She had not eaten, nor been seen drinking, she had not defecated, and had only urinated twice. And she was still fiercely lashing out (baring teeth, "screaming" and snapping) at anyone who tried to get near her.
So, why, I'm not exactly sure, but as soon as I got a break, I decided to try to coax her into eating (and trusting) with a little pile of canned cat food in a paper tray. I opened the cage door, and put the tray of aromatic cat food a couple feet outside the cage on the floor. I sat down another few feet from the food and waited, occasionally reassuring her with a soothing voice. Suddenly, she sprang from her cage like a little gazelle, straight OVER the food, and directly into my lap!! She was trembling and leaning tight into my chest, with her nose tucked under my arm....just then, the kennel attendant came around the corner, surveyed the scene and matter-of-factly said, "Well, looks like you have another dog!" LOL!! Yup!! From that point on, she was completely cooperative with any human contact, in fact, would seek it!
She turned out to be an adult, probably about 3 years old. We got all her vaccines up to date, dewormed her, heartworm tested her and after a while for her to adjust, we spayed her. She was ship-shape by the time I named her The Little Red Hen and brought her home, and she fit in with the crew beautifully. She was an avid hiker, though totally a landlubber (LOL) and had this inate daintiness typical of a Sheltie, combined with graceful strength and tenacity. And she was one of those dogs I could implicitly trust off lead. Just a joy to have in the family.
Hen lived another 14 years (to the ripe old age of about 17) and we still miss her to this day.
I highly encourage everyone to adopt their pets from shelters...I've never had any regrets about any of my former orphans!
What a great thread!
God bless, all.