MoMo's Story
This is MoMo's story as written by Beth, her foster mom.
Once upon a time.........well, don't all good stories begin this way? And before I go any further I want you to rest assured that this is indeed quite a story. If it hadn't happened to us, I wouldn't believe it either… I look back at all the happenings and am amazed that at thiswriting....we still have sanity. So, here goes.
Once upon a time there was a man named Tommy. He was a kind man, and a pushover for a hungry face.. He has a wife, who by the way, just happens to love animals.....dogs in particular. On the way home from work one day, he stops by his river place to rest a bit before going on home. He happens to notice a dog beside the road . Now before I go any further, we all know that we just do not ever feed a dog chicken bones.......not ever. Well, he did!. The dog had run into the bushes afraid so Tommy left the chicken beside the road. When he came back by later, the food had disappeared.
Several days of taking food with him to the river, and begging and pleading, she gave in and followed him to the river. Having a river dog would not be a bad idea. This dogs name would be Moses. Moses came from a river so we felt this was good. We did not know at that time that "Moses" was a girl. Tommy had not really touched this dog except some petting and feeding......certainly no identification check. Her name would become MoMo.
From this moment on, things get a little crazy. Two weeks into our relationship, Tommy takes Mo to the vet for the shots that we are sure that she has not had. We also are sure that she has seen abuse. We need to make life better for her. During all this, keep in mind that ours is not a "dogless "house. Five Yorkshire Terriers and one Schnauzer make up the Ivey pack. The schnauzer came from a puppy mill bust and one yorkie had been abused.... yep, save and rescue, that's us.
At the vet, we get shots and just a bit more than we had bargained for. MoMo has heartworms. Treatment begins...to the tune of $460.00. MoMo has her first treatment and is to return in four weeks for the second treatment, and then back in two weeks to begin heartworm preventative medication. She is at this time living full time at the river and happy as a lark. The four weeks go by fast. To help Tommy out, I take her to get her second treatment. I have to help her get into my truck and I notice that she has really gained weight. I think that this is due to the fact that she is getting great meals and all visitors to the river know to bring treats.
The week that MoMo starts
on her preventative medication she has been in our lives eight weeks which is
exactly 56 days. Our friends Clyde and Daisy, don't you just love those names.
were at the river that weekend and Daisy makes a statement that stops everybody
in their tracks. MoMo has milk! Tommy calls me at home to tell me this latest
revelation. I agree that I too think that MoMo is gonna have babies.. MoMo must
have met a smooth traveling man the week before coming to live with us because
she presented us with her babies one week later on a Monday. This story goes on.
MoMo is in heaven. She loves her
three little boys who are then named.....Surely, Goodness, and Mercy. Do you
love these names or what?
Everything was going good until the flood. Tommy is working out of town, and our daughter -in-law is in the hospital much too early trying to go into labor. Tommy comes home because it is going to flood at the river. MoMo and her babies are in harm’s way. I get the call that just about scared me to death. Tommy is in water that is up almost to his shoulders. He is trying to get to the cabin where MoMo and her puppies are stranded. The river is over its banks and things just do not look good. He figures that if he can make it to the cabin, he may can get back out in one of the boats that are there.
He tells me that he will call me back.....he is so out of breath.....I am scared. When I do not hear from him, I call. No answer. I call again, no answer. I am just about to panic and my imagination is running wild. He calls. MoMo and her babies are o.k. The river is up under the porch of the cabin. By this time, Todd and his friend have made it there and the three of them load boats and dogs and paddle out.
For a little bit,
everything rocks along fine. We find homes for the puppies....good homes, but I
think that this is where we went wrong. MoMo loved her babies. She was in no
hurry to wean them even though they were nursing holes into her skin. She just
did not care. She was such a good mama. When all her puppies were gone, she made
the decision that she just was not gonna stay there alone. Two times she has
been picked up on the interstate traveling to Montgomery. I believe that she was
going to find Tommy. On the last pick-up, she came home with me and the decision
was made to try and find her a very good home. Newspaper ads, bulletin board,
you name it. I got lots of calls and weeded them out just because I didn't like
the sound of their voice or I thought that they really would not be the best
person for this wonderful dog.
Well, this one couple made me feel that they were truly the very best. They were not....I had to repossess Tommy's dog. What trauma ! MoMo was chained to a tree. My desire for this couple is to see them chained naked to a tree while standing in a bed of fire ants in downtown Montgomery. I think that I also wished that on Osama Bin Laden. They two of these rank about the same to me.
This has just made me sick. I had placed MoMo in harms way. So, the drama and saga of this Border Collie goes on. She is smart, beautiful and in need of the very best home. One where she will love and be loved. She just learned how to come into the house through the yorkie door which is no small feat. Just picture that ! What a dog !
