Labradoodle Rescue & Goldendoodle Rescue
Paisley was picked up on Halloween down in Houston by our volunteer Anabel. She was from an owner who was "downsizing" their dogs. It wasn't until Anabel got her home, to temporarily foster her until I could come and pick up, that Anabel discovered that poor Paisley was petrified...of everything. Anabel couldn't get within 10 feet of Paisley when she would deficate all over herself because her tail was tucked under her so tightly.
The following Wednesday, I met Anabel to pick up Paisley to foster her. I wasn't sure what to expect when I saw her. She was adorable...a mini doodle for sure. I put her in a crate in the back of my car so she would feel safe for the long ride home. She was silent all the way home. When we got home, Paisley went straight into the bathtub. Poor baby was covered in fleas and ticks! The water ran so brown from the blood and flea dirt in her fur that I had to wash her 3 times! She didn't protest at all...in fact, she seemed to know I was trying to help her feel better.
I can truly say that I've never seen a dog so terrified before. To the point that she rolled herself in a ball and wouldn't walk for 2 days when we brought her home! The third day that I had her, she finally began to walk around my home and explored a bit. I tried to ignore her so as not to scare her. I raised my arm in the kitchen and she shrunk down into a ball and urinated all over herself! This is when I realized that this poor little dog had been beaten!...badly. I really wish she could tell me of all the horrors she had endured in the past so that I could truly understand her and help to "make it all go away".
So, the next few days I spent sitting still and throwing treats to Paisley at a distance of 15 feet or so. Finally, she would let me toss the treat close enough that I could pet her when she went to retrieve it. The rest of our time together was spent with me trying to "catch" her to let her outside or to feed her. She spends a lot of time retreating to her crate and sometimes won't come out for a few hours. My kids call it "her safe zone". Whenever we can't find her...she is usually in her safe zone.
Everyday we take new "baby steps" with our trust level with each other. Everytime I try to put a leash on her, she rolls back up in her little ball and won't walk. I try to be super patient and tell her that she's still a good girl. She rides well in the car and seems to enjoy her trips to pick up the kids at school...just don't ask her to walk to the car :)...I still have to carry her. Luckily she is a mini. She enjoys my kids and seems to be warming up to them more quickly than adults. She has also found her place in my pack and is drawn to my doodle, Lexi (who we call our doodle ambassador to our fosters).
Tonight, she and I went into the back bedroom and began some training. I got her to sit twice and she actually took treats from my hand...for the first time! I was so proud! She is still so hand shy...I'm trying to teach her that human hands can be the source of good things, like pets and treats.
Everyday she is warming up more and more and runs from my family less. She is now joining us in the family room in the evenings to lounge with all of the other dogs...instead of retreating to her kennel.
I am hoping for an angel of an adopter to apply for this sweet little girl. It is going to take a really patient person to provide a home for my sweet Paisley. She is reachable and so wants to be loved...in her own time. She so deserves a happy ending...I pray we find one for her.