Well, a couple of weeks ago I went back to Crenshaw to try once again to locate Casper. The locals there believe that he belongs to someone across the tracks. If so they sure as hell don't take care of him. Charges should be pressed but this is backwoods country we are talking about. I did not see him when I went to find him.
On the other hand I did find two mixed puppies in a ditch off the highway in front of a Juke Joint called "The Barn". I took the puppies home with me. We named them Gurl and Boyee We tried for two weeks to find them a home. They had to stay in my garage. That was not fun. The smell of doggie pottie breaks were seeking into my living room. One of my friends knows a rescue group in our area and posted them on their Facebook to get them out there to try to find them a home. It did not help. I posted them on Craigslist and got one response for them. They really were not interested. We knew that if we did not find them a home that we would have to take them to the Shelter. It broke my heart. So last Saturday we take them to our county shelter. I was glad to find out that they hold them for 10 days, then screens them for diseases, and then places them up for adoption. They were great pups, the shelter said they looked like Shepherd/Lab mixes and were to be about 6 months old . I hate it that my Maximums is just not a happy camper when we have company stay over. If he would of been ok them with it we could of kept them longer or if I would live on multi acres. This is something that I am glad that we will address with Maximums before getting another stray in the house.
Now that the puppies are some where that they should be able to get more attention, I can go back to focusing on getting Casper off the streets. I guess patience is what is going to bring us together enable for him to be saved?
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Shed a little tear.........
As I said yesterday I was going to go back to Crenshaw last night to see if I could find him again, feed him and spend some time with him. I left work early so that I could make sure I got my son to baseball pratice on time. My fiancee was suppose to go with me to find Casper but we decided that he needed to stay at the ballfield for my son.
On my way to Crenshaw, I went through a road block. I a guy I went to high school with in handcuffs. Always nice to see something like that. I couldn't do anything but smile at him. He was high as a kite with no cares in the world. Shameful, really. After going through the road block, I started thinking what am I going to tell the officers if I do get Casper in the truck. " Yes, Sir. I know there is a scared Pitbull in my back seat. No, Sir. I just picked him up off the streets in Crenshaw. Sir, I'm trying to save his life by rescuing him. Please let me pass." Fun, I could just image them opening my door and off Casper would run.
Arriving in Crenshaw, I scanned the streets for him. I didn't see him walking along the side walk. I drove around the side street that circles the town. I did not see him. I decided to park and wait for him. While waiting there was a guy selling shoes out of the back of his truck. Cars were pulling up then off. Young men were running from across the tracks. All I'm thinking is just leave me alone. I won't mess with you if you don't mess with me. I called my grandmother again and then called my fiancee. After about 45 minutes of waiting, I decided that he was not going to show up. I scanned the tracks one more time before I turned around out of the parking lot and left.
One the way home, all I could do was wonder how Casper was doing. It made me sad. I really wanted to see him. Take some pictures of him, let him know that I am his friend. Then I heard the song that sends me over everytime. From Tunica to Walls I cried. I cried for all those hurt, all those suffering and all those lost with no hope.
Sarah McLachlan - Angel
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On my way to Crenshaw, I went through a road block. I a guy I went to high school with in handcuffs. Always nice to see something like that. I couldn't do anything but smile at him. He was high as a kite with no cares in the world. Shameful, really. After going through the road block, I started thinking what am I going to tell the officers if I do get Casper in the truck. " Yes, Sir. I know there is a scared Pitbull in my back seat. No, Sir. I just picked him up off the streets in Crenshaw. Sir, I'm trying to save his life by rescuing him. Please let me pass." Fun, I could just image them opening my door and off Casper would run.
Arriving in Crenshaw, I scanned the streets for him. I didn't see him walking along the side walk. I drove around the side street that circles the town. I did not see him. I decided to park and wait for him. While waiting there was a guy selling shoes out of the back of his truck. Cars were pulling up then off. Young men were running from across the tracks. All I'm thinking is just leave me alone. I won't mess with you if you don't mess with me. I called my grandmother again and then called my fiancee. After about 45 minutes of waiting, I decided that he was not going to show up. I scanned the tracks one more time before I turned around out of the parking lot and left.
One the way home, all I could do was wonder how Casper was doing. It made me sad. I really wanted to see him. Take some pictures of him, let him know that I am his friend. Then I heard the song that sends me over everytime. From Tunica to Walls I cried. I cried for all those hurt, all those suffering and all those lost with no hope.
Sarah McLachlan - Angel
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Monday, April 05, 2010
Happy Easter.......
I could not think of a better way to start this blog then by naming my 1st post the day I first met Casper.
Now just to give you an idea of what we had in store for us if we brought him home. We currently own 4 dogs and a cat. Out of the 4 dogs we own, 3 are pitbulls. Two of our pits are rescues. We have never rescued one on our own. I also have two sons, ages 12 and 8. Needless to say, we already have our hands full but if my fiancée said he wants to get him, then if God wills it, he will be coming home with us.
My fiancée had told me of a pitbull that he had seen at one of his stops in Crenshaw, a few weeks back. Last week he had said that the pitbull looks worse, really skinny. He decided that he could not watch this dog die such a horrible death at the hands of the streets. So we decided to try to rescue him and bring him to our house. I know people who live in or around Crenshaw, so when I posted what we wanted to do on Facebook, I got responses from two people who had seen him that week.
With us planning on going to my Grandmothers for Easter, my fiancée thought this would be a great time to get the pittie and bring him home. My get to my Grandmother's you have to go through Crenshaw. Well, I called my Grandmother to see what time we needed to be there for Easter dinner, she said she was not doing Easter this year. That left us with no plans for the day. My fiancée had already told me we would try to get him this weekend. I decided that we should go to Crenshaw and see if we could find him.
Around one o'clock in the afternoon we left the boys at home playing World of Warcraft and headed to Crenshaw, MS. We were unsure if we were even going to see him, much less what we were to do if we found him. We found him. As we were driving along Hwy 3 in Crenshaw, we saw him walking along the sidewalk. We stopped at the store that my fiancée had seen him at. I told my fiancée to go in the store and get some jerky. I watched him walk along the sidewalk, looking for food. Every time someone came close to him he would stop and watch them pass him.
I went into the store to get water for him. I could see he was panting. My fiancée could not find any jerky so I told him to get slim jims. As my fiancée was waiting to check out I went back out side to find him. At that point he was crossing street to which we were parked on. I stood beside my truck and watched him. When he realized I was watching him he stopped and stared at me. Now I could see what kind of shape he was in. He was so skinny. His fur was dirty and his head stooped to the ground. By this point my fiancée was coming out of the store. I was trying to call the pit to me. He was walking very slowly. When my fiancée crouched and started calling him. He changed directions away from us. Since I did not want him to go, I opened the slim jims and started throwing pieces at him. I would throw the pieces closer and closer to us. Finally, I just sat on the ground. After a little while of coaxing him, I finally got him to eat out of my hand. That's when I could really see how damaged his muzzle was. By the scars on his face, I could tell that he had been in a fight. More likely he was thrown into a ring. His muzzle looked like it had been ripped to shreds. It had healed, but it was badly scarred. His eyes were so sad. I felts so sorry for him. All I wanted to do was get him in my truck and take him away from it all. Of course that is easier said than done.
I spent an hour and half out in the parking lot with Casper. (That is what we have decided to call him) I got him to eat from me hands. He let me pet him. I noticed that he did not like men. He would not get near my truck and he had one blue eye. I could hear people whispering about us trying to get him. At one point an older black gentlemen was walking through a path way that we were by. Casper turned around to walk off. The gentleman stopped and said, " No Blue. Go over there." Referring to me, he was trying to get him to come to me. I had to get Casper over by me before he ran off. I started calling him and offering him food out of my hand. Leading him to the other side of the gentleman. He came to me. After a while of me trying to feed him and offering him water. I think I annoyed him enough that he did not want to be around me anymore. He was trying to sleep and I was trying to gain his trust. He finally walked around the building. I walked to the other side the opposite way. When I got to the other side he was not there. The only direction for him to go was across the railroad tracks. I could not venture into that territory.
My fiancée was inside the store at the time. When he came out I told him what happened. We decided to ride around the block to see if he would come back. When he did not, we decided to come back later. I wanted to come back later that afternoon, but my fiancée said we should give him a day to think about what happened and come back after work . As much as I didn't want to leave him I knew I had to. He was constantly in my thoughts all night. Hoping he's ok, wondering where he was sleeping.
Well today is the next day. We are going back down there this afternoon after work. I really hope I can get him in the truck today.
Now just to give you an idea of what we had in store for us if we brought him home. We currently own 4 dogs and a cat. Out of the 4 dogs we own, 3 are pitbulls. Two of our pits are rescues. We have never rescued one on our own. I also have two sons, ages 12 and 8. Needless to say, we already have our hands full but if my fiancée said he wants to get him, then if God wills it, he will be coming home with us.
My fiancée had told me of a pitbull that he had seen at one of his stops in Crenshaw, a few weeks back. Last week he had said that the pitbull looks worse, really skinny. He decided that he could not watch this dog die such a horrible death at the hands of the streets. So we decided to try to rescue him and bring him to our house. I know people who live in or around Crenshaw, so when I posted what we wanted to do on Facebook, I got responses from two people who had seen him that week.
With us planning on going to my Grandmothers for Easter, my fiancée thought this would be a great time to get the pittie and bring him home. My get to my Grandmother's you have to go through Crenshaw. Well, I called my Grandmother to see what time we needed to be there for Easter dinner, she said she was not doing Easter this year. That left us with no plans for the day. My fiancée had already told me we would try to get him this weekend. I decided that we should go to Crenshaw and see if we could find him.
Around one o'clock in the afternoon we left the boys at home playing World of Warcraft and headed to Crenshaw, MS. We were unsure if we were even going to see him, much less what we were to do if we found him. We found him. As we were driving along Hwy 3 in Crenshaw, we saw him walking along the sidewalk. We stopped at the store that my fiancée had seen him at. I told my fiancée to go in the store and get some jerky. I watched him walk along the sidewalk, looking for food. Every time someone came close to him he would stop and watch them pass him.
I went into the store to get water for him. I could see he was panting. My fiancée could not find any jerky so I told him to get slim jims. As my fiancée was waiting to check out I went back out side to find him. At that point he was crossing street to which we were parked on. I stood beside my truck and watched him. When he realized I was watching him he stopped and stared at me. Now I could see what kind of shape he was in. He was so skinny. His fur was dirty and his head stooped to the ground. By this point my fiancée was coming out of the store. I was trying to call the pit to me. He was walking very slowly. When my fiancée crouched and started calling him. He changed directions away from us. Since I did not want him to go, I opened the slim jims and started throwing pieces at him. I would throw the pieces closer and closer to us. Finally, I just sat on the ground. After a little while of coaxing him, I finally got him to eat out of my hand. That's when I could really see how damaged his muzzle was. By the scars on his face, I could tell that he had been in a fight. More likely he was thrown into a ring. His muzzle looked like it had been ripped to shreds. It had healed, but it was badly scarred. His eyes were so sad. I felts so sorry for him. All I wanted to do was get him in my truck and take him away from it all. Of course that is easier said than done.
I spent an hour and half out in the parking lot with Casper. (That is what we have decided to call him) I got him to eat from me hands. He let me pet him. I noticed that he did not like men. He would not get near my truck and he had one blue eye. I could hear people whispering about us trying to get him. At one point an older black gentlemen was walking through a path way that we were by. Casper turned around to walk off. The gentleman stopped and said, " No Blue. Go over there." Referring to me, he was trying to get him to come to me. I had to get Casper over by me before he ran off. I started calling him and offering him food out of my hand. Leading him to the other side of the gentleman. He came to me. After a while of me trying to feed him and offering him water. I think I annoyed him enough that he did not want to be around me anymore. He was trying to sleep and I was trying to gain his trust. He finally walked around the building. I walked to the other side the opposite way. When I got to the other side he was not there. The only direction for him to go was across the railroad tracks. I could not venture into that territory.
My fiancée was inside the store at the time. When he came out I told him what happened. We decided to ride around the block to see if he would come back. When he did not, we decided to come back later. I wanted to come back later that afternoon, but my fiancée said we should give him a day to think about what happened and come back after work . As much as I didn't want to leave him I knew I had to. He was constantly in my thoughts all night. Hoping he's ok, wondering where he was sleeping.
Well today is the next day. We are going back down there this afternoon after work. I really hope I can get him in the truck today.
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