Every dog has their day...puppies too

Sometimes good intentions are the best course of action. Today I rescued four puppies that were abandoned near my best friend's tool shed. My typical response to such things is to call animal control and have them net the pups and hope that they find them good homes. I would have followed this action again except; 1, it wasn't my property and 2, my friend's neighbor was threatening to put poison out near them to kill them all.

My first instinct was to go cuss the crazy cow out and throw the rat poison pellets at her ass. But being that we're still in the spirt of Buddy Christ and all the principals of Kwanza, well, I just chocked it up to her being a retard and i'll put her on my "you ain't shit" list to utilize if ever the situation presents itself.

Now these puppies have developed some survival skills. They're at least five weeks old, with a healthy set of teeth and a nice wooly coat to keep them warm during these crazy Winter nights. From the moment I saw them, they were on high alert - barking and keeping a defensive posture protecting the brood. When I tell you they acted as if they had military training, I'm not joking. One bit me and created a distraction while the others tried to get away to safety. It took me and two friends to wrangle them all.

After we got them out of the shed, I temporarily placed them in my friend's kennel to give them food and water. From there, I just watched them. It's then I noticed each one's unique markings and initial personalities. Furthermore, I was able to watch each one do a particular job and now realized how they were able to survive.

First, there's the caramel-colored boy. He was the first one to the food - he's much bigger than the others and checked everything out. There's not much to say about him, he checked out the food, started to eat and then sat there waiting to be petted. He's definitely the nicest of the bunch, but you know the old addage, the fastest way to man's heart is through his stomach...guess that includes puppies. If I were to name him, I'd call him "Stump" he just has that look about him, don't you think. Most people prefer boy dogs, so he'll find a home pretty quickly.

Next comes the caramel-colored girl, she has a lot of sores on her. I imagine they are from scurring through the holes in the shed they made home. This little girl spent most of the time checking the perimeter, looking for a way out. She went around the entire kennel three times, jumping and pulling and sometimes digging to find a means of escape. when she didn't find one, she howled for a bit then went and joined the others. Whoever get's this dog will probably have a digging problem. Once settled down, she's very friendly and likes to be petted. I'll see what I can do about the cuts and sores on her, they don't look severe.

The remaining two puppies - both female, appear to be twins. They're lighter than the other two and have beautiful, ice blue eyes (the other puppies have brown eyes). I think their roles are the most interesting because they work in concert. One of the girls, THE ONE WHO BIT ME is the protector. It's her job to keep the clan safe. She growls non-stop and barks. I was surprised to see she wouldn't back down and held her own, as much as a puppie could anyway. Now her sister is the communicator. While in the kennel, she constantly howled and cried out, hoping the mother would come to their rescue. She moved from place to place, each time in a different direction - I'm not making this up, she had it down to a science. I also noticed that she would cry whenever her twin sister moved away from her which wasn't that often. It's amazing to see how symbiotic their relationship is, I have a new found respect for twins now.

I got them boxed up and brought them home to a nice warm place they can temporarily call home until I find placement for them in a rescue shelters in the city. My oldest dog Nike is very maternal and would like to get close to them, but they're not having it. The protector has already stood her ground and snapped at Nike, so she's keeping her distance but cries a lot because she wants to nurse them. Baxter looks at them as a threat so he's become my new best friend, never leaving my side and giving me the "I'm still your number one, right" look. It's going to be a long couple of days.

I'm going to give them a bath and hopefully get them adjusted to people and other dogs within the next few days, that is if they don't stage a coup while i'm sleeping tonight.