These days there doesn’t seem to be much that people agree
on. Here’s one thing we can all agree on: whoever hurt this dog last fall is a
piece of shit.
Because I am currently incapable of committing to having a
dog around forever, we’ve been fostering dogs once in awhile. In mid-December,
we took in an about 6 month old Comet. When I met Comet, he was shaking. He had
just had surgery that attached a metal rod to one of his hind legs to repair a
badly broken bone. In order to get the
surgery, the dog needed to be surrendered by the original owners and the bill
was picked up by a dog adoption organization. There’s no proof a lawyer would call solid, but I
feel confident that piece of shit I mentioned earlier kicked Comet
hard enough to snap his leg. I figured the shaking when we met was a combination of cold
weather/shaved leg from the surgery, new people and a general lack of
understanding of what was going on around him. Looking back, as I reached
through a car window to pet Comet on his head, I’m sure the shaking was
fear. Comet was completely terrified of me.
I’ve never seen this kind of fear in a dog’s eyes. When I
came home, I was greeted with angry barks that felt like they were meant to
warn everyone else that the monster was back. Wide eyes waiting for an attack
that never came. Tail down, tucked between his legs. I was met with the same
behavior every morning too starting the second I appeared at the top of the
stairs. As I made dinner, I could hear Comet’s footsteps approach then see him
as he kept tabs on my location before trotting away…only to be back about a
minute later to check back in on me again.
The piece of shit that
hurt Comet was a guy. Sad truth is it doesn’t take Columbo like instincts come to
that conclusion. Dog has absolutely no problem with females, freaks out around all males. Here's an absolutely fascinating side note: Comet didn't give a transgender person a second glance. The dog's assessment of her was non-threatening female while he continued to closely watch some nearby males and huff at them whenever they walked past the doorway.
Based on a few other things, I believe
that Comet saw this piece of shit hit women too. On Christmas Eve, an uncle
raised his arms as he walked towards his niece to give her a holiday hug and
Comet went nuts. Attack mode NUTS in making sure he didn't hurt her. Comet has seen stuff. Bad stuff. I think Comet’s injury was sustained
while he heroically sacrificed his body jumping into harms way to protect someone from the
piece of shit. I also like to think he got a few painful bites in while doing
it. He's a protector. I took this picture of Comet protecting my youngest from that stomach bug that went around over the holiday break.
A trainer told me to keep Comet on a leash looped around a
belt while I made dinner and occasionally drop treats. Even if he didn’t eat
the treats right away, he would know they came from me plus he’d have to watch
me not doing anything. It didn’t really work. Comet often ignored the treats
and was mostly terrified of being attached to me. Pretty sure there were a few times
that my presence literally scared the shit out of him. A weird twist is that if
I was sitting down, I wasn’t as bad. Comet actually fell asleep on me a few
times.
But the second I stood up, it was back on. There’s an expression, “If
my dog doesn’t like you, I probably won’t either.” After the first week, I was pretty sure Comet
and I were never going to be best friends. But I did not expect the complete
and total rejection of a dog to be as demoralizing as it was. Almost all
of my offers of friendship were refused. In his eyes, I was just like the a piece of shit
that broke his leg. Comet would let me know that. Several times a day. In my own house. After awhile it just wears you down.
Comet needed to take it easy for 6 to 8 weeks so that the
screws in his leg healed. Apparently if the leg is over-stressed, the bone
around the screw can shatter and that is a much harder break to fix. Through a
miracle, Comet didn’t re-injure the break while he stayed with us. Unless he
was sleeping, Comet was moving. And once the leg pain went away, Comet was
fast. And a jumper too. Gates were just a recommendation. We had put him in a
pen and went out for a bit. When we got home, Comet met us at the door. That
little guy cleared a 42 inch tall pen wall with about 2 feet to build up speed for the jump.
We returned the pen and got a crate.
After his stay with us, Comet spent a few weeks with a
trainer/behavior specialist. He got better with other dogs and people. From
there he moved onto a few other foster homes. Honestly, I didn’t know if Comet
was ever going to find a permanent home. But a few weeks ago he did. We saw him recently with his new family. They
clearly had already fallen in love with Comet. Comet looked happy too. I think
he is still a little hesitant around men but his behavior was much more relaxed than
when he moved on from our house. Comet
smelled my hand and seemed to remember me. No barking or huffing. His tail never stopped wagging and
he looked content. The huge eyes that used to be filled with fear were just excited puppy eyes
wanting to play.
Good for you, Comet. You deserve it.