Freckles has come to us in a strange, sad way, but with a definite "happy ending." Her owner, who shares the same Vet as we do, brought three-year old Freckles, a purebred, Shih-Tzu, to have her put to sleep. My Vet asked plain and simple - why? Was there something wrong with the dog, he wanted to know? Not really, the lady had replied. But I work too hard and I don't have time for the dog. She's destructive and has separation anxiety everytime I leave the house. My Vet proceeded to tell the ill-informed woman that there are medications out there to help with dog separation anxiety and it doesn't cost a fortune. When she wasn't buying this either, insistent upon having a healthy dog put to sleep because her life couldn't accommodate the dog in the first place, he offered that she might want to perhaps try to place the dog? Surely a small, cute dog is easier to place than say a Great Dane or German Shepard. Don't have time for that either, she snapped at the Vet. She left the clinic hoping never to return.
But I have the kind of Vet that wasn't going to allow a healthy animal to die just because someone was "tired of it." You see, I happened to be at the Vet Clinic that day with Max our dog who was having an operation and I overheard the receptionist and the Vet back and forth on the speaker phone with this person. They were both upset and I stood there, as shocked as them. When they hung up the phone, I asked my Vet, you're not really going to do that, are you Doctor? I made a quick call to Howard on my Cell Phone and enlightened him of this disheartening situation.
Now we needed another dog like we needed a hole in the head because we've already tried to downsize some, but you know, Howard and I are believers in fate and destiny, and this was, if ever in my Life, a sign, a Gift from God, this little dog.
Are you in for a shock? Click here to go to Freckles' second Page. Don't scream, and worst of all, don't laugh!!!