A Post From Mum: Whitney

Finally, I have gained the controls of the computer from a certain doxie puppy. I just wanted to let everyone know that we are a home of three dachshunds though a certain puppy believes the blog is just about her. I did not think Puddles would take over the blog and leave the others out. So, I want to take this opportunity to let you all get to know a little more about Whitney. You may already know some things but just bear with me while I go through it again for our new readers.

As some of you may know Whitney is a retired breeding dog from a local breeder (who shall remain nameless). Unfortunately, due to my ignorance of breeding dogs, I was not aware of the issues she possessed or the challenges we would be faced with. But, I had to give her a home because of a couple of reasons. The first reason was because of her age. I didn’t think she would be high on someone’s list to bring home because she was already seven years old. And the other reason was because she is Albert’s sister. Even though they can’t stand each other, I felt like I owed it to both of them to bring a small portion of their family back together.

The first week home it was almost unbearable to stay in the same room with Whitney because her breath was so horrible. On Friday she went to the vet and underwent an extensive dental cleaning and ended up losing six teeth. Then the very next week we discovered a growth on her stomach. Come to find out it was a mammary tumor. That was due to the fact she was spayed too late. She went in for surgery to have it removed and it did come back benign. So she was already off to a rough start in her new home.

When Whitney came to us she didn't know her name, she didn't know how to go up and down stairs, she didn't know how to play...it was heartbreaking to say the least. She has plenty of other issues. She is extremely skiddish at any type of noise. She freaks out when you turn on the kitchen faucet or flush the toilet. She even walks around for hours at a time. The only time she can relax is when she is right beside me. And Whitney is by no means a lapdog, she will let me pet her but that is as far as it goes. Though we do have a strong bond she doesn’t like people too much or even dogs.
 
Whitney may not be an acceptable pet in most households but we love her despite her issues and she is ours now and we will do what it takes to make her happy and healthy. Right now, she has severe seperation anxiety but we are doing what we can. It's been a journey to say the least , but the first time she crawled into my lap and licked my face I literally cried. It was great experience and showed her progress. And when I watch her run through the yard at breakneck speed I get goose bumps and think “this is how it is suppose to be”