The Puppy Who Refused To Die Chapter 1

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Home Contact Us About us About the author Links Page Fundraising Books for Resale Participants	The Puppy Who Refused To Die And Green A Story of Animal Rescue Chapter 1 --- A Bad Start Author Paul Lockinger
NEW $17.95 Cover Price $4.50 Shipping/Handling Soft Cover (5.5 x 8.5) 128 Pages 75 Color Pictures USED $8.95 Cover Price $4.50 Shipping/Handling =================== NEW $15.95 Cover Price plus Shipping/Handling Soft Cover (5.5 x 8.5) 130 Pages Grayscale Pictures USED	I was born near Tucson, Arizona in July of 2005 to a very young mother who rejected her entire litter. My first days of life were spent at the Pima County Animal Control facility where I fought to survive along side of my brothers, sisters, and another litter of puppies whose mother had also rejected them. Many of my brothers and sisters, along with members of the other litter, passed away during our stay at the animal control facility. It was through no fault of the workers that many of us would not survive. We were born as a result of breeding at a puppy mill in the Tucson area. Some of you may have heard about puppy mills, for those of you that have not, let me tell you what I know about them. A puppy mill is a bad place for a dog. They exist only for the purpose of mass breeding and creating a source of income for their owners. The puppy mill owners have little or no interest in the lives or welfare of their dogs. The dogs that live at these places spend their entire lives in a cage with no human companionship. They never get to lie on a bed; there are no toys or treats. Medical care is often ignored. The dogs are bred continuously for years, and when their fertility wanes, they are abandoned, or put to death. The poor conditions at the puppy mill, and the lack of care provided to my mother, as well as that of the other mother, had resulted in two litters of puppies in poor health. So many puppies needing more care than the workers at the Pima County Animal Control facility could handle. It was Sunday, July 31, eleven days since the first of us had been born. Our numbers had quickly dwindled from twenty-two to only nine. Any glimmer of hope was fading when suddenly, I saw her appear out of nowhere. She was carrying a small basket filled with soft fabric leaving just enough room for nine little puppies. Bonny, a volunteer for a Golden Retriever rescue organization came in and scooped up all nine of us. Bonny, along with Sarah, took our now united litter on a ride to Casa Grande, AZ where we met with Joyce and Mike; all were volunteer members of the same rescue organization. One of the rescuers found formula and little bottles to use on the way to our new homes. At the Wendy's parking lot in Casa Grande we had our first meal as the newest and smallest members of this rescue organization. During our brief stay at the Wendy's parking lot, I overheard the volunteers talking about us. One volunteer said that a normal Golden Retriever puppy should weigh fourteen to eighteen ounces at birth. Another volunteer said that she would have expected each of us to be two or more pounds by now. All the volunteers agreed that at almost two weeks of age, none of us were near the weight that we should be. After our meal we continued on our trip to Mesa, AZ, now riding with Joyce and Mike. The next stop on our trip was to be at the home of Sue and Paul.