We had a very sad case today. We were in the hood and looked down through some backyards and saw a brown pit bull chained to a dog house and he was just standing there kind of weird. He wasn’t moving and just seemed to be staring straight ahead for minutes. He looked like a good body weight, but we decided to go around the block and give him some hay. Thank God we did. There are so many times that I say that-Thank God we turned down this street, or turned that corner, etc. It’s incredible that we always find something we’re supposed to find.
Brittney and I started toward the backyard and we saw the dog still just kind of staring weird. As we approached him, it was obvious that he was blind. He was searching the air for smells, etc. to figure out who we were. He was pretty growly at first, just scared and confused. He had a very heavy tow chain around his neck with a padlock on it. He had no food, no water and there was no hay or anything in his dog house except snow. It was a horrible situation, really bad.
The back door opened and a woman asked if she could help us. I explained who we were and asked her about the dog. She said her grandson had moved to a place where he couldn’t have a pit so he brought him over and chained him in her backyard. I told her that the dog was blind and she was surprised and said she hadn’t known that. She said her grand-daughter had gone out to feed him the day before and when she came in she said that he was looking at her “weird”. These people did not care about this poor boy whatsoever. They didn’t even know that he was blind. It’s beyond disgusting.
I told the woman that she could sign him over to Chain of Hope and we would take him. I told her that if animal control would come over there that she would receive several citations. She said she would have to ask her grandson if he wanted to give him up and I told her that since the dog had been there for more than 3 days, she was considered the owner and she would receive the citations. She then said that she’d sign him over. She said that she would have to call the grandson to bring the key to the padlock over so that we could get all of that shit off of this poor dog. We told her that we had some more stops to make (trying to get hay to as many as possible) and that we’d touch base in a couple of hours.
We swung back by in the late afternoon. She had the key to the padlock and she signed the relinquishment form. Brittney and I went back and tried to talk to Marlan and give him treats, but he was just too scared. There was blood on the snow and we discovered that he was bleeding from his foot and from his mouth. It wasn’t a lot of blood, just more things this boy was dealing with.
Marlan was growling and was very nervous. There was no way we were going to get that padlock off of him. We decided that we would have to get him on the control stick and then cut the chain with our bolt cutters. We got him on the pole and continued talking to him, etc. He was so scared. The tow chain was thick and it was pretty hard to cut, but we got it. Then we had the long walk to the SUV, coaxing him all the way. We finally got him up on the seat of the truck. He was a little upset and a little growly, so instead of Brittney sitting in the backseat to go back to Chain of Hope, she sat on Judy’s lap the whole way back! We gave Marlan his space and eventually he just relaxed and laid down. He was happy to finally be warm, I think.
When we got back to Chain of Hope, I sat in the SUV with him for a long time and just started petting him and talking to him. After a while, he was groovin’ on the scratching and pets and would move toward me when I stopped. I decided to start trying the keys on the key ring the lady had given me. I just slowly tried every key until one finally clicked. When it did, there was a loud clunk as the chain fell to the floor of the truck. It was very heavy and we only had part of it-the rest was still attached to the tree. Imagine what this poor boy had been dragging around. I wanted that stuff off of him so bad. I know he wanted it off even worse, of course! His skin was not broken, but it was very scabby and the hair was missing where that damn chain had been around his neck. This really was so very sad.
Finally, I was able to just pick him up and carry him into Chain of Hope. Brittney and Judy had a nice little apartment set up with a crate and an x-pen around it. I sat in his pen with him and pet him and talked to him. He was not freaking near as much. He’s going to be ok. Marlan absolutely needs a foster home to recover in. He’s obviously been through so much. He needs a lot of TLC. We’ll get him into the vet in a few days when he’s settled in a little bit. Right now, he’s sound asleep in his cushy crate. As so often is the case-it was a sad day, but a good day.
Thanks for keeping us out there.