In the blink of an eye, a look of love and gratitude

Published 10:43 am Friday, April 27, 2012


This is a case I did not intend to relate because there are so many other pressing issues to relate but things went so quickly and smoothly I decided to share it.
It was early Tuesday evening a few weeks ago when I received a call from a frantic Danielle Scruggs.
“Lennie, we have a young Siberian Husky who has been attacking a farmer’s chickens for awhile now.”
“Where is he now Danielle?”
“Cowboy couldn’t pick him up because he’s just over the line, he knows the farmer, who is a good guy, who tried to find his owner but if something wasn’t done he’d reluctantly have to shoot him.” Again I asked, “Where is he now?”
“I have him in a crate but I can’t keep him at my house and the Humane Society is closed tomorrow.  I was wondering if we could get him to Dogwood Farms till Thursday morning.”  “Josh can’t take an animal without proof of vaccinations, Danielle, couldn’t you just keep him in a crate and get him down to Landrum vet in the morning?”  “What then, Lennie?”
“I’ll put him in my name and see that he gets the full bank of tests and shots and then we’ll go from there.”
“He’s sweet and beautiful Lennie.”  I laughed in response, “Aren’t they all sweetheart?  I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
Dana Meyer and Terry Edwards got involved in the Husky’s plight and his story began flashing back and forth on the Internet.  Linda Smith and her family became very interested and wanted to meet him and help pay for his bills.
I arrived at 7:45 a.m., the vets office had already been alerted on what was happening.  Danielle was already there with the dog in her car and I walked over.  “Is he friendly Danielle?”  “Sweet as pie,” she responded.  I opened the back door and sat in with him.
As I stroked his body and spoke softly to him he leaned into me with contentment, savoring human contact.
“Does he have a name?” I asked.
“Not that I know of,” Danielle replied.
“Let’s call him Yukon,” I said as I slipped a leash over his head. Yukon walked on lead without any trouble at all as I took him for a short walk to relieve himself.  “He trusts you,” Danielle called out.  “He’d better, he’s in my hands now,” I answered while rubbing his head. Inside, the staff marveled  at his beauty as Jodi began filling out the papers placing him in my name.  “We’re calling him Yukon,” I said, “and I  estimate him to be about a year and a half old but I’ll have Dr. Maiolo confirm that.”
Danielle had to leave for work but before leaving said that Linda Smith would be coming in with her daughter for Yukon.  I took Yukon in the back and weighed him, 54 pounds, then consulted with Dr. Maiolo.  Tommy agreed that a year and a half was a good age estimate and that he may even be as young as one.
“He’s under my care Tommy. I want him to have a full bank of tests and shots.”
“Alright Lennie,” Tommy replied, “do you want us to hold him too?”
“If you will, doc, until I work things out.”
As I headed back to the reception area I ran into Linda and her daughter.
“Are you Lennie?”
“Yes ma’am, you must be Linda.”
She nodded and asked if she could see the dog.
“Of course,” I said, heading back to fetch him, “we’ve named him Yukon.”
When I brought him back out, the young lady and her mom fawned all over him and Yukon, the ham, was lapping it all up.  It was love at first sight.  Their desire was to wait for him and take him home that day; they had driven nearly an hour and a half to get him. After I brought him back in to Tommy I explained that it wouldn’t be fair to either of them or Yukon to take him as is.  The young lady was visibly disappointed and in tears.  I gave her a hug, “Please have faith in me dear, as soon as he has a clean bill of health, the proper paper work and tags, you can take him home.”
“We’d like to help pay,” Linda said.
“I have this Linda, you just give what you can when you get him so I can help other dogs when the time comes.”
I took their number and promised to call that evening.
I went to FHS and spoke with Stephanie explaining Yukon’s story.
“I’ll probably bring him in tomorrow morning to get checked in so he can have proper tags and get him micro chipped.”
“We only have two runs empty Lennie, and dogs are coming in.”
“Don’t worry Red, I’ll set him up in an outside cage and if he’s not adopted tomorrow, I’ll take him to Dogwood Farms till I find him a home.”

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