- : I was afraid of "pibbles" until Miss Chloe showed me what love is.
- : Our last foster, a pit bull named Chloe, bonded with us. A couple of years ago, a Mt. Pleasant policeman called our home because he thought “we did something with dogs.” My husband and I transport dogs on death row to foster and/or forever homes. The policeman begged us to take this dog, he said, “She is so sweet that I just cannot put her down.” We naively said, “Ok, we know many people who are in dog rescue.” My husband and I had no idea how sad the plight of pit bulls – how many are at “kill shelters” because of breed discrimination laws. Pit Bull Rescue Central estimated that up to 200 Pit Bulls are killed every day in Los Angeles County. Many shelters have a “no-adopt” policy for “bully breeds.” One source sites that only 1 in every 600 Pit Bulls will make it out of a shelter alive. We had no idea. Now we have this cute little Pit Bull. The Mt. Pleasant Officer indicated that she was probably between two and three years old. She had an old ID tag from Lehi, Utah. Lehi is 70 miles from Mt. Pleasant. When I called the city, I was unable to get any information on the owner due to privacy laws. When Chloe was “found,” she had been tied to the chain link fence outside the dog pound. She was tied up when the pound was closed. I heard all the media hype on pit bulls and I was nervous. Yet I had hope. Hope is a wonderful thing. I had been watching “Dog Town” on the National Geographic channel and watching the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary’s work with the “Vick-tory Dogs.” Best Friends took about 22 of the worst cases from the Michael Vick bust. Chloe was a real “suck up” to me. She became Miss Chloe. She had separation anxiety issues. For the first week I took her to work every day. I could not even use the rest room without her. Also for the first few weeks she slept on my head. And licked and licked my hair. We live about 120 miles South of Salt Lake City. Every weekend that there was a Pit Bull adopt-a-thon sponsored by a rescue group we would go and bring Miss Chloe to help her find her forever home. At the third event, I noticed that whenever a toddler would wander over, Miss Chloe would be patient and let the child pet her, pull her ears or tail, and just generally be “awful.” Miss Chloe didn’t care. We would gently try to teach the toddler “soft.” By the time we interacted with the child, the parents would come over to see what was happening. We would chat. The instant the family showed interested in Miss Chloe, she would pick up her toy, go under Chris’ chair, and give the family her butt. That’s when I said to Chris, “She is not leaving us.” Miss Chloe does not like the cold. She does love to dress up. I am over 60, disabled and I go out buying "cute outfits" for my Miss Chloe. Her clothes, including your hoodie, are in a particular place. She will sit in front of that place when she wants to get dressed. I put out one outfit at a time. "Oh, how about the blue argyle?" Nope she gives me her butt. "Ok, hmm, the pink polka dots?" I get the butt again. Sheesh, I do have to get to work. Oh, she wanted her red sweater today, whew. Done. No wait, she isn't leaving. Oh no, she wants a hat. Same routine as I dig through all her hats. Finally she is happy and I an flying to get to work. That’s my story and I am sticking to it. PS Miss Chloe was not three or four, she was about 10 months. We have been a foster/hospice home to senior dogs. Oh, this puppy chewed on everything. We lived through it and I don't know how we ever managed without a pibble in our lives.
- : Mt Pleasant Pound (high kill)
- : Chris and Diane
- : July 8, 2012
Comments (0)
Back to Blog