I can still picture how he looked the first time I saw
him - ears swinging, an unusual gangly trot. I was driving home from
work on a wet Friday and he was headed in the opposite direction. He
would cower as the cars zoomed past, and I knew right away I was in
the right place at the right time. I turned my car around and followed
him, all the while praying he wouldn't get hit, and gently coaxed him
aboard. He was obviously torn between escaping the unknown and getting
aboard my warm, comfy car, because he would move away a few steps,
then come back when I called him. It took several minutes of gentle
persuasion before he finally climbed into the back seat. When we got
home he simply refused to get out, so I gave him food and water right
there in the car and he settled down for a long nap. Thus began our
lives with Teddy.
My husband and I were already the proud parents of a
beagle and beagle/dachshund cross. We had gotten them through the
newspaper when they were tiny puppies, and they were our pride and
joy. As well, over a period of about a year, I had brought home seven
lost dogs and kept them until their owners were found. Naturally I
assumed this would be the case with this little beagle, and did all
the right things to locate his owner, to no avail. He obviously had
been a hunting beagle who either got lost or was abandoned. His belly
fur was stained brown, he was very thin, his ears were bitten on the
tips, suggesting he had been in a recent fight of some sort, and he
had terrible ear mites. He was hungry all the time, and until he got
some weight on, would wake up at 5 a.m. crying to be fed. He would not
take treats from our hands, was afraid of the ball we threw for him,
and he cowered every time my husband spoke loudly. He also wasn't
house trained! But he was the sweetest little thing, who never made a
sound. He would just sit in our kitchen looking completely bewildered.
A few nights after I brought him home, I decided to
curl up on the couch with a blanket. Immediately he got up with me,
rubbed his whiskery little face all over mine, then, with a contented
sigh, settled into my arms for a cuddle. My heart just melted and at
that moment I fell completely in love. Teddy was where he belonged.
Lots of good food, visits to the vet, and a couple of thorough baths
transformed him into a beautiful dog with silky ears and a healthy
coat. He was house trained in less than two weeks.
Teddy quickly chose a favourite toy - a kong the other
two didn't play with - and carried it around with him everywhere, even
into his bed. When no one was available to throw it for him, he would
toss it himself, chase it as it bounced, then catch it and start over.
He just couldn't get enough play time. Even though he was around a
year old, he would follow tight on my heels wherever I went in the
house, in the same way the other two did when they were young puppies.
He quickly settled into a routine and became a wonderful addition to
our family.
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I have told you Teddy's story because he was once used for
hunting, and while many hunting beagles have caring owners,
many others are treated horribly in this province. Even as you
read this, there are hundreds of "Teddys" out there
living miserable lives in cramped, dirty pens with only wire
to stand on, with no opportunity for exercise for months on
end. Their lives are totally devoid of stimulation except for
when they are used for hunting. Sometimes they are starved or
destroyed because of the cost to feed them during the summer
months, when they can't earn their keep hunting. They are
frequently abandoned when rabbit season is over, and are left
to wander the streets. Beagles who end up at the SPCA or
Humane Services often have to be put down because few people
want to adopt a "hunting" beagle. When I look at
Teddy's trusting little face, and picture him in a pen with no
toys or space to play in, or without proper food and water, it
just breaks my heart. No dog was meant to live its life that
way. Please do what you can to help improve this terrible
situation. If you're lucky . . . maybe someone like Teddy will
come into your life, too.
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