Emily
I have a name now. It's Emily. Before I was just identified by my ear tattoos. Only God knows how old I am,
but I'm probably 7-8 years old. I've spent my whole life in a cage in a building with lots of other dogs. I've had
many puppies, but they were all taken away from me. I was a puppy mill Mommy.
One day I was put in a cage with another dog and a bunch of cows. Where I ended up the people were not
happy about me being there with the cows and called Westie Rescue of Tennessee to come and get
me. The people had purchased cows and didn't want dogs.
I was in three different foster homes in 10 days that I really liked, but I kept being sent away. It seems I am
so fearful of going back to that "awful place" that I can't be left alone, especially in a cage without having severe
and explosive physical and psychological issues. (Think of the movie the Exorcist, but coming out of
both ends, screaming included.) I just can't help it!!! I've had a taste of the good life and I'm just not willing to
go back to my old life!
I came to my "furever" home March 12. I am having to learn absolutely EVERYTHING! So far I know I love
having enough food to eat (so I'm a healthy weight and not half starved) sleeping in the bed, laying in the
sunshine, dunking for ice cubes in the water bowl, and hanging out with my four Westie sisters.
I'm not sure I like grass. I've never stood on anything like that before, but Mommy says that's where I need
to go potty, so I am trying to learn. I do know that I hate rain. Why is that stuff falling out of the sky on me
anyway?
The Dr. says I only have maybe 50% vision from chronic eye infections that were never treated, so my world
permanently looks like I'm looking through the bottom of a drinking glass. I can see movement, but I'll never
know what a tree, bird, or squirrel really looks like.
Next year when I come here for this rescue parade I'm sure my Mommy
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