Brand new dawg

September 20, 2008 at 8:04 am | Posted in Dogs | 3 Comments
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We have, for a little over three years, been the proud parents of one Ms. Lulu – a twelve pound black-and-tan Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.

She is happy and effusive and loving of all people, though a bit nervous around bigger dogs. She is also very civic minded, and took this year’s primaries very, very seriously.

Lulu is a dream of a dog. She sleeps late, loves playing fetch, and goes to barbecues and Christmas parties. Save for one incident involving an accident on a friend’s white carpet, she is always the perfect guest.

After many years of debate (read: nagging), I gave in and agreed that it would, in fact, be nice for Lulu to have a companion while we are at work all day (though I’m pretty sure that she’s perfectly happy without one, what with the TiVo and Playstation available).

My wife managed to track down another Cavalier named Tully in western Pennsylvania. She is a rescue dog, having been saved from an Amish puppy mill by a nice family that does this (rescues dogs) as a much more socially conscious hobby than my own. We drove out to PA to pick up Tully last night; she is a beautiful dog as well (you’ll have to excuse the quality of the picture below, I am sans camera this weekend).

Tully is also three years old, but has had a much different life experience than our lovely Lulu. You see, Tully spent the past three years living in a wire bottom cage in an Amish puppy mill. She was bred (we don’t know how many times), and unloved, and made to live in a wire box not much larger than her own small frame. For three years.

While Lulu fetched in the park, Tully sat in a cage. While Lulu went to parades and played with children, Tully sat in a cage. When Lulu stealthily devoured a wedge of Manchego cheddar at one of our cocktail parties, Tully was sitting, sullen and alone, in a cage.

It is, in a word, unconscionable. 

She is skittish and afraid and nervous around people. She is unsure of how to do basic things, like walk up steps or eat a dog treat. She frequently flinches and is constantly on alert. I take some solace in the fact that she seems to really like Lulu and she wags her tail when you squeak a dog toy. 

We now begin what I expect will be the long process of socializing this dog and making her feel comfortable and safe in our home.  I encourage you to stop by and meet Ms. Tully if you live in the area; perhaps you’ll find yourself washed over with an intense mixture of love, pity, and anger as I do. 

There are no jokes in this post, except maybe the fact that these horrible, awful people who did this thing to this beautiful, innocent creature are Amish, and perhaps the joke is already on them.



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  1. We love Tully. We hate puppy mills. We have spoken.

  2. Tully couldn’t have asked for a better sister than Lulu or a better home than yours.

    While the Amish may be pacifists and eschew modern technology, they see all animals as resources for food or labor, not pets. They think we’re crazy for letting animals in our houses and coddling them, but they are happy to profit off it. It’s a shame they do it in such a despicable way.

  3. […] at the rally yesterday, all the rumors about lesbians and dogs are true.  We had The Bods, Miss Lulu, and her new sister, Miss Tully there with us.  We didn’t hear a single word of a single […]

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