The Lonely Life of a Battered Dog

My dog Daisy is quite possibly the sweetest dog ever to have lived. I mean besides your dog, okay? For reals. She’s totally sweet and submissive, and – well, I’m out of adjectives. She’s a damn dog. But yeah, she’s sweet!

Sweet DaisyAnyway, we rescued her. And – as you guessed – the previous owner was abusive. Why is that so often the case? She has no visible scarring or anything superficial. It’s all mental. Her psyche is just totalled. Like a subaru left on a train track. We’ve had her for a couple of months now and I’ve not raised my hand to her once. Even though she tries my patience like a Rubik’s Revenge. And it’s not because she’s bad. She’s not. In fact, just the opposite. But she’s got driven into her head so deeply the thought that I’m going to beat her, that she won’t even come to me.

When I approach her, I have to come very subtly and calmly. If I look at all threatening (which is unmistakably easy for a six-one, one-ninety dude to look to a dog) then she cowers and wets on the floor. This is maddening to me. Not that she’s doing it, poor bitch, she’s scared to death! It breaks my heart that she’s so afraid of life. What is maddening is that some asshole in my position did this to her.

Now when we go next door to Kit’s house, she gets to hang out with Dooley, his hundred-pound lab. (I think a hundred pounds is a pretty conservative estimate, by the way.) And over there, she’s a different dog. Actually she is a dog over there. She’s sort of just not a dog when she’s at my house. She jumps and licks and wags her tail and sniffs and just loves being alive when she’s around Dooley. But at home she’s scared to breathe.

Over the couple of months we’ve had her, she’s made good progress. She at least comes to me now, occasionally. But check this out: this morning I was holding out a piece of cereal for her to come grab and eat. She was too afraid to approach to get it. Have you ever heard of that? So she doesn’t come to me every time. But if I’m in a non-threatening position, like lying on the couch, or sitting on the floor, she might creep up to me, tail tucked and shivery. It’s really depressing. When we’re out front, she’s a little better, she’ll come to me. But I’ve never seen her wag her tail while I pet her. She’s too scared.

So hey, readers, if one of you out there recognizes this sweet doggy as your old pooch, (she’s a Spotted Austrailian Iguanahound), then please do get in touch with me. If you were the one who made her like this, I’m just dying to meet you.

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7 Responses

  1. Peligro Pete says:

    She actually came up to me that night I fed her and let me pet her. I was surprised at that! She’s learning that she’s in a loving environment and no one is going to harm her.

  2. scott says:

    We use to breed chows, and once upon a time we kept one of the females. Never once did I, nor my wife, lay a hand on this dog, yet you could argue for eternity that someone had beat her. Some dogs are just weird, it’s like they’re painfully shy or some crap.

    We finally got rid of her cause she was nippy, and a nippy chow with kids is recipe for trouble.

  3. Katy80 says:

    that’s a sweet puppy. r u bringing her down here when you come to austin next month?

  4. Boo says:

    Well, doggy diagnosis: you just need to break down and get her a friend. She has obviously not been allowed to be a ‘dog’- she needs guidance in her own language. You will see her come around worlds faster. It probably wasn’t on your agenda, but it will do her heart and your conscience for her past alot of good.

  5. Kinetic Kim says:

    Haha Iguanahound? That’s terrific.

    She is sweet looking. Look at that face! Are you sure there’s not some grayhound in her?

  6. Anonymous says:

    Awwww!!! She is just precious!!! She’s lucky to have you. :)

  7. Space says:

    Pete – yeah she seems to do well outside. At least weller.

    Threat – you can just tell. She’s only afraid of men.

    Katy – I doubt it, babe. Especially after you told me how rough that trip was in your Jeep. Adding a dog to the mix makes it not even worth it. Plus, where would she stay?

    Boo – good point. I don’t think I’m up for that, but you’re probably absolutely right.

    Kimbre – Please don’t tell me you’ve forgotten Roxy.

    Anon – Hey why do you people have to hide behind the anonymity? Thanks, but not really. She’s far luckier to have my wife.

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