Did you miss me? Here I am when I first got in the Highlander with Mom. See that tongue - I used it over and over to smother Mom with kisses.
The OP Pack is whole once again!!!
I was pretty tired about an hour after I got home, but I still had a big smile for everyone.
I am so happy to be back home. A lot has happened since I left here, but I am going to let Mom do all the telling. This girl needs her rest.
Home on my hearth - you may remember that from the time I was a puppy, this is one of my favorite spots to relax. Now if I could just get that silly bird Piper to stop singing, maybe I could get a nap in.
Mom here - so Misty is home. She is doing OK. I don't think she feels very good. She has been very quiet today, lots of sleeping. Yesterday she was a little more active, but I think it was the excitement of the day. She is eating pretty well; she seems famished. I am concerned about her weight loss. I am guessing she has lost at least 10 pounds since I last saw her in January. She was a little chunky but the change in her appearance is dramatic. I am slowly weaning her off the food she was on with the foster and back to what she used to get, but it is a slow process. She has a vet appointment tomorrow for a thorough exam. I am going to have bloodwork done and a full urinalysis. I need to be sure she is in good physical health before she has her first knee surgery. Her coat is a total mess. She needs a grooming very badly. I have been brushing her gently off and on today. She doesn't seem to want me near her back legs, so I think she has more discomfort than she exhibits. She hasn't had any pain medication since the beginning of April. She did not have any problem knowing she was home. In fact, she had been lying down for most of the 40 minute ride home, but she sat right up as soon as I turned on our street. She was happy to see her Daddy, wagging her tail and then rolling over for that fabulous Daddy tummy rub. She first got to see Lightning who sniffed her from top to bottom, and she in turn did the same to him. Then they swapped mouth licks:) Then we let the wild boy Timber come in. He was so excited to see her. We kept both of them on leashes for a good half hour to control both of their exuberance. Misty really wanted to play with him, but her legs were clearly a problem for her. Today they are both much calmer and have settled down nicely. She still would like to think she can run, which she cannot, and she is wanting to get out in the yard to run and explore. But it is probably going to be months before she can be off leash.
I want to be able to share what happened to her after she left me, but it is a very sad story. I want to do this in a way that I don't malign anyone, but that may not be easy. I will try to be factual. At the end of January I signed over ownership of Misty to a staff member at my vet clinic on the recommendation of my vet, who had assured me that Misty was going to a good home and that she would have her surgery to fix her knee. I do believe that is what he truly believed. My vet was out of the clinic for over a month right after that due to vacation and a Covid-19 exposure. Unfortunately the situation changed very badly, all unbeknownst to me. I had one conversation with the new owner about a week after she took ownership because she had called with some concerns about Misty not getting along with her other dog or her boy friend. We talked about the fact that Misty was in a new home, new people, new dog, and a severe injury. I thought she had a plan to get things under control. That person was supposed to stay in touch with me if things didn't work out with Misty. When I didn't hear from her, I assumed that things were going well and that I needed to back away and let Misty be happy in her new home. On May 22, almost three months later, I learned from another staff member when I was picking Lightning up from his grooming that Misty was no longer with that person. I stood there in utter disbelief. The story gets really ugly after that. An exchange of texts between me and that person yielded a maze of misinformation/untruths. She led me to believe that she had Misty for THREE MONTHS, that she had given her to a shelter (no reason why given), that Misty had had her surgery, that she was ADOPTED by a family with a mom, dad, daughter, and another dog the same age as Misty. I immediately contacted the shelter to learn that Misty had in fact NOT been adopted, that she was in foster care with the option to adopt, that she had not had her surgerieS (yes, surgeries in the plural - she had not one, but two torn ACLs), and that she had been in foster care at that point for over two months. So there was no way she was with the original person for three months.
I have spent the past four weeks working with the shelter director to try to find a way to bring Misty home. It was a very painful time for me as answers were very slow in coming. It seemed like I was waiting forever. With some advice from a number of you, and in particular Kim from Golden Pines, I wrote a long letter to the foster mom laying out all the facts from the beginning as it was not clear to me that Misty's arrival at the shelter had come with very forthcoming information. The shelter director forwarded that letter to the foster caregiver as the final decision rested with the caregiver who had the option to adopt. I was trying to be very patient through this whole process, but I have to admit that each day that passed with no news made me more and more convinced that Misty would never come home. I don't think I have ever been so discouraged or sad in my very long life. I cannot possibly convey to you the joy I felt when that foster mom called me last Thursday and told me she thought it was the right thing to have Misty come home. Confirmation from the shelter came Friday, and then Monday I completed "adoption" papers to have Misty returned to me. I still do not understand why Misty has not had surgery or pain medication, but I need to move forward and tend to her needs on my own.
Misty does in fact have two ACL tears and will need two very expensive surgeries. I have a consult with the surgeon a week from Thursday with the hope of one surgery happening that Friday. Then it will be several months of recovery followed by a second surgery to repair the other knee. I am hoping we can get her healed and strong on her feet before winter sets in. She will be leash walked for many months to come and stairs are out of the question. But one day she will be whole again and be able to run and play like a Siberian Husky should.
If you are still with me after this very long story, thank you for listening. I had so much wonderful support from so many of you who knew what was going on. I truly needed a miracle, and I do believe I got one. Now it is time for another miracle for Lightning:(
The pups are happy, I am happy, and it is time to move on. No more sad tales. Let's all celebrate the joy of our reunion.
It is with great joy that I can finally sign off using all three dogs' names again.
Woos - Lightning, Timber, and Misty