Pack Therapy

Many of the dogs we have taken in over the years have been seniors, and they have lost life-long families. They grieve that loss just as we would if we suddenly lost our family and the home we had known for our entire lives. Most of them come to us frightened and on the verge of giving up on their lives.

But we discovered years ago how much comfort a large “family” of dogs can be to each other. Newcomers who try to isolate themselves are prodded and encouraged by the other dogs to join the activities in the yard. Most find it difficult to ignore 30+ dogs wandering around them playing, barking, and enjoying their lives.

Our long term residents have seen so many new dogs come through our door that they instinctively know what the next new dog needs. Several of our senior ladies make it their custom to curl up beside scared dogs, and often those frightened new babies can soon be seen wandering around the yard with one or two of our most loving dogs by their side. The “pack” soon becomes the new family, and they comfort these lost souls past their grief and into a new life.

Rick and I have compared this dynamic to a child attending a new school. How wonderful it is when they begin to make new friends. They lose the fear of being alone, and they gain the confidence of knowing they are now part of a loving family that is always going to be there for them. No matter what we are able to do for these little guys, they can do so much more for each other.

Our pack can teach a new dog everything they need to know to enjoy their new lives here at the sanctuary. They teach devotion, acceptance, discipline, and the security of belonging again. All these things can only be taught by the dogs, and we have been blessed to watch this dynamic in action over and over again. Rick and I can tend to the basics of survival, and we can certainly help them learn that their new “human” family will always love them. But it’s our dogs that teach them to accept joy back into their hearts, and for that we are eternally grateful!

At the End of the Day

By Jessica J.E. Smith – Guest Writer

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What if this week never ends? Barking, barking, and more barking. The dogs would bark, and we would say, “How high?” We trudged through morning chores, with permanent looks of misery upon our faces, and counted the minutes until we could escape to a more peaceful seclusion without the constant hounding of the hounds.

This quiet reverie would be short-lived, as the mutts wait on no one. They all needed exercise, and medicine had to be given every few hours. Learning all of their names was not the hardest part, although it seemed the most frustrating. The most difficult of it all was certainly keeping our patience. Winston Churchill once said, “When you are going through hell, keep going.” We felt that this was the motto of our week, and that if we stuck to it there would indeed be an end to the madness.

In the afternoon, I once tried to take a nap, but soon discovered that this was much easier dreamed about than done. With each dog vying for a spot where they would be curled up next to me, I was shortly jilted from my efforts to rest.

As each day progressed to the inevitable dimness of evening, I wondered just when it was that my parents had lost their minds, and what, if anything, I could do to help them find their sanity once more. As I pondered this question, we dove into evening chores. Before putting the dogs to bed, we would retreat to the sanctity of the almost tranquil back porch.

And, at the end of the day it finally hit me: this was all worth it.

I looked up from my spot on the hanging porch swing, and I saw Charlie digging up his dirt. I remembered how many times Mom had called me after he got Kennel Cough, and how worried she was. I remember her telling me how heartbroken Daddy was, and how the vet wasn’t sure that Charlie was going to make it. I knew that Charlie was one of his favorites, and that if they lost Charlie from this disease, it would hurt him deeply. Daddy pulls each little critter that he loves into a special place in his heart. This place holds them forever, with all the heartache and happiness that they experience together. I have seen him lose a friend that was given to him in the form of a dog, and I have felt that same pain in my life. I knew the devastation it would cause, so I hoped and prayed that Charlie would recover.

And here I was, at the end of the day, watching Charlie dig the dirt from one end of the flower bed to the other, only to move it back once again. He had recovered to regain his old pizzazz, and I couldn’t help but grin at the serenity of it all. I finally saw that my parents had indeed found a happiness that is extremely rare and certainly unique. At the end of the day, I envied them their joy.

Our daughter, Jessica, wrote this in 2003 after taking on our sanctuary for a full week; allowing her father and I to take a much needed vacation.

For the Love of Water

Xera loved water! This little white bombshell came to us as a six month old puppy. She had not been socialized at all, and it took us awhile to gain her trust. Xera was blind and deaf. Rick and I had no experience with her disabilities before she came to our sanctuary. But she soon taught us what we needed to know to help her enjoy her life. And we managed to teach her a few important things about her new environment.

She discovered her love of water when our daughter gave her a first bath. That day was the first time we saw her play. Then the water party began. Xera loved jugs even after she managed to empty them, and often carried them around for hours. She also discovered how cool the water hose could be. She sprayed quite a few unsuspecting pack members before they learned to stay clear of her if the water hose was turned on. Her sister Opal Ann, who came to us a full year after Xera, was occasionally the recipient of an unwanted shower.

This beautiful girl lived to be 11 years old. Her success at the sanctuary helped us place quite a few blind dogs in forever homes.

Mega-esophagus

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This is a picture of our little Princess Mia. She came to us as a puppy that some vets believed did not have a chance at life. Rick and I along with our vet disagreed.

Mia had mega-esophagus. This means that her esophagus had an area that lacked muscle control. It was explained to me as a “balloon” in her throat that had been expanded too many times. The muscles were not functioning correctly to allow her food to pass down to her stomach.

So Mia ate a very liquid diet and needed to be held upright for 20-30 minutes after each meal. When she came to The Promised Land Dachshund Sanctuary, we already had over 30 special needs and seniors Dachshunds to care for. So we found this harness to allow me to carry her upright while I fed the other dogs.

Mia had a wonderful life. She had lots of wonderful friends, and we spoiled her rotten. She lived to be 8 years old. We lost her to kidney disease.

Her 8 years was 7 1/2 years longer than her first vet predicted she would have.

NEVER GIVE UP ON LIFE!!

 

 

 

 

Saved by a Dachshund

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This is Delilah. She was in the Odessa shelter a few years ago suffering from a severely broken front right leg. A local animal rights activist called me to come to the shelter to rescue a senior male Dachshund who was in horrible shape. I pulled Delilah out of the shelter that day too. Her leg was damaged beyond repair and had to be removed.

The Dachshund had huge tumors all over his belly, and our vet discovered he also suffered from diabetes. I named him Moses, and Rick and I prayed for his recovery. Sadly, Moses passed away that first night at the clinic. We were too late to make a difference in his life, but we were thankful he did not die in the shelter.

I would never have seen Delilah had it not been for Moses. She is a happy, healthy little gal that lights up my world everyday. She lives today because of Moses.

 

The Promised Land Dachshund Sanctuary

This is the post excerpt.

I’m a new blogger. I hope to use this blog to inform dog lovers of our mission here at The Promised Land Dachshund Sanctuary. This picture is Christy Vaughn Eicher V. She is the reason we rescue Dachshunds.

You can donate to the sanctuary or purchase our book, “The Promised Land Dachshund Sanctuary” by mail or money order to The Promised Land Dachshund Sanctuary, PO Box 826, Gardendale, TX 79758. Or you can use your credit or debit card with the link on this page. The E-book is also available now and you can purchase it through Amazon with the link on this page.

If you prefer you can donate directly to our  vet account at: A-Z Vet Clinic, 8535 W. Hwy 158, Midland, TX 79707, 432-520-8387

The book is $14.95 + $5.00 shipping and packaging. E-Book is $9.95.