Whitney has helped us with outreach before. She is a teacher and she kindly devoted a couple of days of her spring break to doing outreach. She brought her friend, Joe, with her. Joe had been wanting to go on outreach for awhile and he was fluent in Spanish, which was incredibly helpful. I sent them out with a list of Hispanic houses that we had had trouble communicating with. We were able to get some spay/neuter appointments finally scheduled, so it was great to have Whitney and Joe out there that day. I called them later in the afternoon and asked them to meet me in an alley in northeast KC that we have always found a lot of problems in. We have rescued a lot of dogs from this alley over the years and animal control has also been called out to this block many times. We try to get through every week or two-we keep a pretty close eye on it. It is heavily Hispanic, so I was looking forward to resolving some issues over here since we had Joe to communicate now.
We parked our vehicles on the side of the alley, got out and began to walk the alley. We’d walked just a little ways when Joe stopped and said, “is that a dog’s butt over there?”. Whitney and I didn’t see what he was talking about. He pointed and told us which house. There was a crawlspace underneath the house in the back with a bunch of leaves and sticks in there. Whitney and I finally saw what he was talking about and pointing to. The house was about 1/2 way down the alley. I, to this day, don’t know how Joe spotted this dog under there. The dog’s head had been down and it was facing backwards in the space, so all Joe had seen was the two haunches and the tail. It was camouflaged in the leaves, there was no movement, but Joe had spotted it. We walked over and approached slowly and called to it. The dog put it’s head up and it was a precious brown pit bull. We weren’t sure what was up yet. It could be a momma with babies under there, in which case she would be protective, as she should be. It could be injured, sick, scared. We got some canned cat food out of the van and tossed some chunks of it to this poor dog. If it landed right by it’s head, it ate it-the dog was hungry. If it was out of reach of it’s mouth, it didn’t go for it. We knew there was something wrong that it wasn’t getting up. I walked up pretty close and was talking softly to it and I saw the thump, thump of the tail. Then it sighed and just put it’s head down and closed it’s eyes. I know that this dog knew that help had finally arrived. It had hung on however long it’d been under there and now this poor dog was just exhausted.
We were able to go right up to it. It was not a momma with babies, it was a male. He was pretty thin. I was able to pet him for a few minutes and finally got a slip lead on him. We coaxed him to stand up and when he tried, he just fell back down. This boy could not walk. I told Joe that now what we needed to do was sit and make really good friends with him and gain his trust. I then told Joe, who was on his first day of outreach, that after we made good friends, he was going to have to pick the dog up and carry him to my car. He said that was fine and he sat down next to this poor boy with some cat food and started building trust. This poor dog had crawled under here and would’ve died, I am sure. He was very skinny and Joe was able to pet him and feel him all over and he said that one of the back legs of the dog was really swollen. He could not even stand on it at this point.
Joe was able to slowly get the dog over closer to him so that he could eventually pick him up. He was very careful to not hurt him more, but he slowly got him in his lap so that he could stand with him.
I headed off to Independence Animal Hospital. We got him inside and then we could get a really good look at his leg. His back right leg was swollen huge! Dr. Wingert came in and examined him and said that the leg was definitely broken. This boy had to have been in so much pain, yet he was never aggressive in any way. They would sedate him and take x-rays the next morning. They set him up with some food and some pain meds and we would see what the next day would bring.
The next day, the vet’s office called. This dog’s femur was broken in 5 places. He had most likely been hit by a car. They told me that it could probably be pinned, but they would have to refer me to a specialist for that. They’ve repaired a lot of dogs’ legs for Chain of Hope, some of them pretty severe as you know from some of our stories. If they were referring me to a specialist, I knew this was very bad. The other option was to amputate his leg. This boy was about 9 mo. old and we thought that he would adjust very well to 3 legs. He had a wonderful personality and we thought that we would be able to eventually find him a home. We decided to have his leg amputated. He was neutered at the same time. I went over the next day to see him and take him some Qtrip hot dogs. He was recovering well and everyone at the vet’s office loved him!
We named this boy Guinness. A few days later, we brought him to Chain of Hope. Guinness felt great, got around great and was very happy!
Guinness is great with other dogs. He’s a funny boy that will make you smile! He currently has “happy tail” and so he is wearing a wrapping on his tail. His leg is healing nicely and he is getting his drain out today! We shudder to think what would’ve happened if Chain of Hope hadn’t found Guinness. Thank God that Joe spotted him-it literally saved Guinness’s life.
Guinness has not been slowed down for one second!! He gets around really, really well. He plays with a couple of the other dogs. We can’t put him with anyone rough yet while he’s healing, but he hangs out with a couple of mellower dogs that we have and loves it! Guinness is so happy to be alive and feeling better. He is a super affectionate dog and loves to give kisses!
Joyful is what comes to mind when I think about Guinness. Guinness is a very joyful dog! Thanks to our supporters for making that happen!