This little guy was abandoned at the Pilot truck stop in Roland, Oklahoma some time Sunday night — in below freezing temperatures, in the rain. He was left in a large, open TV box with no lid — read: completely exposed to the cold and rain — next to a garbage barrel.
He’s blind in one eye — it’s shrunken and covered with a cataract — and his other eye isn’t looking that good, either, as it seems to be developing a cataract, too. He has almost no teeth, with only one “fang” on the top. Apparently, the other one fell out or was removed within the past few weeks. His toenails were almost half an inch long, so his feet are pretty deformed. He has allergies, possibly from the fleas — and he has a lot of fleas for such a little guy. He has a heart murmur. And yes, we know all of this because we spent Tuesday morning at the vet’s office. That’s how we also know that he looks like an old dog because he is an old dog, not just because he’s had a hard life. It’s obvious that he’s a “truck dog” — the noises and comings and goings next to a major highway didn’t phase him a bit — and he’s not deaf, not in both ears, anyway — and he settled right down when the truck was moving and doesn’t get motion sickness, thank goodness!
Giving people the benefit of the doubt is another one of the things I’ve been working on. It’s amazing what people will come up with — almost like they’re just set on thinking badly of you, no matter what you do. I’ve been guilty of it myself — too often, I’m sure — and unfortunately my “bad guy” radar often wasn’t engaged when it should have been.
Anyway, in this situation, I’ve had a hard time implementing what I’m hoping will be my new philosophy, and it’s actually taken me over two days to find the good intentions here. But I think I’ve managed it. Any day with a personal victory is a good day.
What’s good about this, you might ask? Well —
He was left in the box where someone would find him, though it was a little off the beaten track, back behind the trucks. As a matter of fact, my Sweetie, ordinarily, wouldn’t even go back there to dump his trash — he’d usually just make a pass through the fuel island. So something niggled him to go back there. Of course, once he saw the little guy — and the fact that the box had no top insured that someone would see him in there — he couldn’t just leave him there. And yes, the company has a “no pets in the trucks” policy — sue us.
In the box with him was a bag of food, two new-looking little bowls, and a new package of flea and tick treatment. Someone went to a lot of trouble to make it easy for a stranger to pick this little guy up and take him home — no stop at the pet store required en route.
What happened? I can only guess. I’m thinking at this point that someone found this guy wandering around, but couldn’t take him home for whatever reason, but didn’t want to leave him out on his own. He’s really not much bigger than a rat. He’s definitely a “lap dog” — he feels that’s where he belongs, so someone gave him a soft spot to sit on a regular basis. And the fact that his nails were so long indicates that he was an “inside” dog and didn’t spend a lot of time on abrasive surfaces that would have worn them down. You can probably see from the pictures that his ears are clear and clean — no mites. While he does have a heart murmur, he doesn’t have heart worm and he doesn’t have intestinal worms, either, which is really saying something. He’s well socialized and has settled right in here — sweet, friendly, cuddly and yet able to let the big German Shepherd know — in no uncertain terms, I might add — that he is not a new chew toy.
Who knows why someone decided a box next to a garbage can was a good way to re-home this dog. We’ve been talking about it since he was found and we’ve come up with dozens of possible scenarios. And I candidly admit my first reaction on hearing about him was to load up the shotgun — for all the good that would do. They’re long gone. But now I’m going to assume they just felt they were out of options. And, seriously, considering the condition of this dog — for whatever reason — could you really look someone in the eye and ask them to take him in?
But he’s warm and happy now, a welcome addition to the family, and he smiles when we call him. “Lucky” is a good fit.