JIMMIE. X-bait dog. Survivor.
Eyes wide shut.
Jimmie sees life is worth living now.
His world has opened up. His world is safe.
He sleeps the sleep of the safe.
Jimmie sees life is worth living now.
His world has opened up. His world is safe.
He sleeps the sleep of the safe.
After six months at the Delano shelter, a rescue said yes but wasn't ready to take him immediately. The plan was to get him out of the kennel, let him de-stress. He came to us in mid-November. Call us Foster Failures.
All his scars weren't on the outside; mangled ears, marks covering the back of his neck and part of his front legs. Scars can run deep inside. He would not sleep in the house on his first night. Seeing a friend's dogs go in and out the next day convinced him it was ok to come in. Seeing pal Ripley jump up into the jeep showed him it was a good thing to go for a ride, he didn't have to be terrified, lay on the ground flat as a pancake. Seeing Ripley run to Jerry for hugs and pats meant no more cowering at the touch of a man, he wanted in on the attention too.
I shudder to think what he suffered through his first two or three dark years. No real world life experience is obvious. Everything is new. He is in a "normal" world for the first time. And he trusted me from the get go. Apprehensive, but wanting to trust. I worried that having just opened up, moving on to another 'temporary human' could damage his spirit. Would they give him the time and understanding he needed to become the dog he really was? Would they know how to be firm in his early days but weave a delicate touch throughout his everything? And so, I couldn't let him go.
All his scars weren't on the outside; mangled ears, marks covering the back of his neck and part of his front legs. Scars can run deep inside. He would not sleep in the house on his first night. Seeing a friend's dogs go in and out the next day convinced him it was ok to come in. Seeing pal Ripley jump up into the jeep showed him it was a good thing to go for a ride, he didn't have to be terrified, lay on the ground flat as a pancake. Seeing Ripley run to Jerry for hugs and pats meant no more cowering at the touch of a man, he wanted in on the attention too.
I shudder to think what he suffered through his first two or three dark years. No real world life experience is obvious. Everything is new. He is in a "normal" world for the first time. And he trusted me from the get go. Apprehensive, but wanting to trust. I worried that having just opened up, moving on to another 'temporary human' could damage his spirit. Would they give him the time and understanding he needed to become the dog he really was? Would they know how to be firm in his early days but weave a delicate touch throughout his everything? And so, I couldn't let him go.
2019 brought Jimmie the things all dogs crave: stability, routine and friends.
Playtime, naps, walks, wrestling. And repeat.
Loving and being loved.
Stay Jimmie, stay.
Playtime, naps, walks, wrestling. And repeat.
Loving and being loved.
Stay Jimmie, stay.
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