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SUCCESS STORIES
– MEET LUNA BLUE
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She’s from Nebraska.
A puppy mill in
Nebraska, to be
exact. Helen
and I agreed to
spend some of our
donated mill rescue
“skrill” getting some
dogs out of a puppy
mill being closed
down in Nebraska.
We’ve done three
rescue runs now
since this time last
year. The
first one got a lot
of press, none of
them since really
have, even though
we’ve brought back a
multitude of needful
dogs (Oprah has
opened more eyes
though, and for that
we’re grateful).
We've got seven
Italian Greyhounds
(per my request on
the list of dogs
available), two
Maltese and one
rather large
Cavalier King
Charles Spaniel.
Two of our Italians
mistakenly got left
in Utah on the drive
back, with a rescue
group, so that’s
cool. The rest
showed up in San
Jose Friday night
around midnight.
I turned all the
Italian greyhounds
over to a rescue
group, except for
Luna Blue. She
just captured my
heart a little bit
when she play
nibbled at my
fingertips thru the
wires of the crate,
and pawed at the
door when I came
near. Her feet
are flat and her
pads are deformed
from never walking
on solid ground
(just wire on the
floor of the cage
she was housed in
for the past 5
years). She
has disgusting
dental disease, most
all of her teeth
will need to be
pulled. Only
half of her right
ear remains. And she
has a mast cell
tumor the size of a
ping pong ball
behind that same
ear.
She gets tired
walking more than a
hundred feet or so,
having never walked
so far in a straight
line on solid ground
before. But
when I picked her up
she leaned in close
to me, looked me in
the eye and kissed
my cheek. That
was all it took.
The rest went to
rescue groups here
in the bay area,
Luna Blue came home
with me.
As I was driving us
home around 1:30
last night I looked
out the window and
saw a perfect
crescent moon.
I thought how
fortunate this
little dog was to
have come so far in
the last 24 hours,
and how truly lucky
she was to get out.
The odds of her feet
ever touching grass
were so slim, but
somehow she got the
golden ticket.
I named her Luna
Blue that very
moment, for the one
chance in a blue
moon that she could
get a life she
hadn’t been slated
for.
She’s a little
heavy, but we can
fix that.
She’s getting spayed
and her teeth fixed
up and the tumor
removed on Tuesday.
Yesterday, she
visited with a very
special lady I know
who loves this breed
of dog and had
begged me to let her
know if I had a
candidate for her to
foster when these
dogs arrived.
I doubt she will
remain a foster dog
for long, Luna Blue
captures hearts left
and right it seems
(Art was so
concerned that we’d
be keeping Luna
Blue, Q was so
concerned that we
wouldn’t … he spent
the night with her
in the crate to keep
her company).
You know, for the
most part I don’t
think I make much of
a dent in anyone’s
existence, but this
is different.
I have the means to
change this
creatures life (by
using where I work
and what I do for a
living). In
changing her life,
some person’s life
is altered.
It’s the opportunity
to introduce someone
to a dog that may
bring so much joy to
their life, smiles
and love that
weren’t there
before. A dog
that may just become
the center of
someone’s world.
A dog who didn’t
exist in the eyes of
anyone until our
paths crossed.
It doesn’t seem like
much does it?
But really, it is.
Lisa Stine |
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