One day this summer when we were on outreach in northeast KC, we saw 2 dogs running together. They saw us at the van getting supplies, etc. They were not emaciated, but thin. They looked exactly alike, except one was black and one was rust-colored, one was male and one was female. They looked like siblings. They weighed about 40 lbs., had short hair, and had bigger, cute ears. They acted hungry, but were afraid to come up to us. We set up a food and water station and backed away and they came over and ate and drank. We continued to fix up their station a couple of times a week when we were over that way. I asked the guy that we were helping when we saw the dogs if he knew where they lived or if they were strays. He said he didn’t know, but he would try to watch and figure out where they were coming from.
The next time we went by Phil’s house, he told me that he had found out where these two dogs lived, which was right down the street in the corner house. I didn’t see them after that and the guy was just finishing putting up a privacy fence.
Every once in awhile, I would drive by this house and keep my eye out for the dogs. It had been a few months since we’d seen them last, but I still drove by checking. One day when I drove by the house, I glanced over and there was a small black lab mix puppy sitting up against the outside of the privacy fence. I could tell that something was wrong with one of his paws. I stopped the van and walked over to him, tossing him some treats. I could see that one of his legs had a claw-type appendage, instead of a normal paw. It was hard to tell at that time if he was injured or deformed or what. I bent over to pick him up and he let out a scream! He was that scared of me. I told him that this was the best day of his life, he just didn’t know it yet! I took him back to Chain of Hope and we got him settled in. It was definitely a deformity now that we could look at it better. What I thought had happened is that the two dogs that we had seen from this house earlier were brother and sister and they mated. This little boy looked just like them-ears and all! He was a sweetheart, just a little shy!
We decided to name him Kingsford! We vaccinated and de-wormed him. He was a skinny little fellow!
I took Kingsford over to our orthopedic vet and he said that the leg should come off. He said it would eventually get abrasions from getting dragged around. It would be a continual problem of getting it to heal and stay healed. I knew we had to find this little guy a home and get him moving on to his new life. We decided to fatten him up and get a couple of vaccinations in him and then we’d schedule his surgery. Kingsford has had a couple of different foster moms and has had a few different over-nights with people. He’s amazing and everyone wanted to take him home! He was very well cared for as he put on weight and came out of his shell a little more.
The day finally came for Kingsford’s surgery. He had gained weight and looked great. He was much more social now and was ready to get this taken care of and find his forever home. Here he is on surgery morning, going to the vet and being carried back to surgery. Be brave, little Kingsford!
Kingsford’s long-term foster mom, Carol, was on pins and needles waiting to hear how her little boy was doing. Kingsford did absolutely fantastic! He is so well-adjusted already! He loves his foster brother, Gary-he thinks Gary is awesome and fun to play with! They are both happy dogs!
And he REALLY loves his foster mom, Carol! Thank you Carol for everything you’ve done for sweet Kingsford! He’s lucky to have you!