Beauty in the “Beast”

Each of the pets I’ve ever had has their own story.

In this post my aim is to try and dispel some myths and try to turn you over to adopting a pet rather than buying one. To me preventing an animal from ending up in a shelter in the first place is a route that people wanting pets should also think about.

Never just decide that because you’ve heard that a certain breed of dog is dangerous that they actually are.
“So-called” dangerous dogs can come from the worst conditions and still end up being the most loving family pets with a little bit of love.

Our family were blessed to witness a truly beautiful transformation.
We brought a Rottie home that had been used in the concrete dam fighting rings. What these dogs endure in their short lives is nothing short of horrific.

To make this gentle soul more vicious and angry, these ‘morons’ would burn him behind the ears with cigarettes and cut his hind legs and testicles with razor blades.

It was hard to look at this poor Rottie and imagine the torture he went through with every fight. His paw pads were raw from having to fight on the rough concrete floor, so walking was difficult. His body was sore from the cutting and completely inhumane ways of the world of dog fighting. Then he had his battle wounds and scars.
We literally rescued him from the euthanasia needle. It was believed that he would be too vicious to be adopted.

We brought him home, nursed his wounds and gave him the love he deserved. Instead of being the monster he was thought to be he became our protector and play mate.

He would bounce up and down in a playful way, he loved fetching tennis balls, and ensured you were soaked with a good shake after a bath.

My brother was only two when we rescued Turbo. One day while my mom was in the kitchen washing dishes she saw my brother’s head pass the kitchen window. She darted outside when she realised that he was still too short for her to see any part of him through the high window. To her surprise Turbo had decided that he was a good horse.

During his remaining years he became husband to my Dobermann Racy. He also became a father when we rescued his white son, Rocky (a Samoyed).

Turbo lived on to the ripe old age of 12.

I strongly believe that any animal - no matter how abusive their back ground was - will thrive in a loving, affectionate environment.

If you are thinking of adopting, don’t turn away an entire breed, you may be losing out on very special moments…