Cinderella's happily ever after has JUST began .. below the beginning of her tale as told by her rescuer, Lola Cox, of African Tails ...
On Friday 13 August 2010 we went into Du Noon where misery, suffering and mange is rife,dogs are painfully thin and everywhere you look, there are testicles and teats hanging from scarred, dishevelled and pathetic animals and beady-eyed humans with dark auras and fractured souls lurk around every corner.
We were seriously pressed for time (had 30 minutes) to round up whatever dogs we could get and rush them back to the hall for sterilising before the vet closed the books for the day. It was already 12pm. We also had to get the dogs back after their operations (ETA: 4pm) and the Du Noon hooligans were already drinking and everyone was coming home with their "shopping" for supper: live chickens carried upside by their legs while their wings flapped frantically for freedom. Read more...
We loaded up 2 mom dogs and 4 pups (2 for re-homing and 2 to be sterilised and returned to that wretched place). Then we were full up i.t.o crates and space available to fit in any more dogs. We finally met up with Andre on our way out and he went in with trailer to round up a few more.
A little further along as we're making our way the hell out of that awful, scary, dangerous place of suffering we spot this pitiful dog running on 3 legs with her right back leg all twisted and contorted. She is thin as a stick insect and a sorry, mangy site. I ask our local Du Noon helper who has come in with us to show us where to find a million dogs that need our help - whose dog is that?? No, some guy who lives over there (points over some falling down shacks and loose electricity cables cluttering the road and shebeens and hairdressers and spaza shops). Stop, I tell Kelley. I hop out her Corsa and trail the dog, I ask bystanders "where's the owner?" they point in the same direction over the same derelict things that morph into a maze into the heart of the badlands. He's at work, they say. I expect her to flee when she senses my intentions. I have this sinking feeling that this is the first and last time I'll ever see this hapless soul before she escapes into the bowels of this evil place to suffer forever. I call her. She stops. Comes towards me with her calloused, raw and bald tail wagging furiously. I pat her on her head and scoop her up into my arms and she comes willingly and gratefully. I tell the Du Noon helper to tell the owner that I have his dog and he won't be getting her back.
She sits up front with me in Kelley's car and she knows for an absolute fact that this was a very lucky Friday the 13th for her and her suffering is over once and for all. I phone around for a few fosters. No one is willing.
I'm not scared of putting dogs to sleep. I'm all for putting dogs out of their miseries - be it mental or physical torment or to make the sacrifice for the greater good. If one needed a catchpole to trap her and she went bezerk and needed to be muzzled (as with MANY of the dogs that we rounded up for steri) and was traumatised by human contact (as most of them were) or shivered and shook herself into a frenzy in the car... Then, by all means,end it all for her.
She settled very comfortably on my lap and checked out the world. I had to hide her from the vet when we got back to the hall as she would have put her down in a flash! Kelvin (the welfare vet nurse with loads of experience and knowledge) said, pheweee, not good...
I said (and still say):
1. She has already suffered the worst (her mangled leg is either a deformity, or it was badly and horribly broken and perhaps she was confined
in a small space where she couldn't move it properly for it to grow straight again).
2. She is not in pain
3. She is super super friendly with people, dogs, cats, children, strangers.
4. Her mange is treatable - 2 ivomec injections, an ectodex dip once a week for 6 weeks, an anti-biotic for her infected skin, some good food and love and bio oil massages on her dried out skin, some comfort and I'm telling you - she is going to be a phenomenal companion to someone. (The vet said once her skin treated we can reassess the way forward for her leg - either amputate or leave. She does use to scratch herself with!)
5. She is clever and well-mannered and easy-going and doesn't jump up or bark or dig or chew or nip or growl. She is extremely bonded to me and follows my every move! (I think she thinks I'm some kind of deity!)
I can't wait to see her transform before my very eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!
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