Two weeks ago today, Morrissey joined our family as our second foster pup. Needless to say, this has been more interruptive than snuggle bug Becky (now my sister Shadow). We (I? I think Schatzi mentioned this being a bad idea) should have known it would be more work, but the post requesting his foster tugged at my heartstrings, so here we are. Morrissey is an 8 month old Yorkie mix. This means he is full-fledged puppy, and regardless of how tough his life was, you apparently can’t take away the non-stop energy a puppy has.
We don’t know his backstory, but you can tell from his appearance he was neglected. Morrissey is a bag of bones. His legs grew in a bowed backwards because of poor nutrition. He is skinny as can be. You could feel his ribs and see his hips on the first day. It was heartbreaking. I just don’t understand how someone can treat an animal this way. Not to mention he has a horrible haircut. I think someone wanted him to look like a lion or something since he has a mane. The first day having a foster dog is really hard. The dog is terrified; he/she just spent a few days at the pound with other dogs. They don’t know where their home is, who you are, where they are going, or what is going to happen to them. Therefore, it is hard to judge their personality at this time. My first day with Morrissey was crazy. My dogs went to my parents house, so we could try to acclimate him to his new life. I slept on the couch for the first week because he wouldn’t stop crying when we went to bed. He has to sleep in his kennel, and he would rather not do this. My main goal was to get him food to beef him up and some sleep, since who wouldn’t be cranky when they are tired and hungry.
Two weeks into his new life, we have a routine. He still doesn’t like being alone, but he doesn’t cry as long when you leave him or go to bed. I think it’s really funny (somewhat cruel to him), but he stands up and cries when he wants something. Not only does he stand up, but he walks around for a really long time while doing it with his hands straight down. Since he’s so skinny and long, he looks like a crazy old man! I tried to take a picture of it, but he moves around too much. He isn’t the most photogenic pup out there, but it’s so funny. I put him in the kitchen when I’m eating, and he stands up and walks around most of the time I’m eating. We are working on crate training, and I think this will come overtime. He’s much better than the first week, but still has a long way to go.
Last night, however, I found Morris’s kryptonite! My neighbor invited me to go to the dog park with her and her dog. Schatzi and Amie would find the dog park hell on earth, but I hoped to wear off some of Morris’s energy, and did it ever! Morris LOVES the grass. He loves to lay in it, roll in it, walk in it, you name it. The dog park is a big field of grass where he can run off his leash. I hadn’t seen him so happy. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, but he followed his new friend around. They chased each other, he talked to big dogs through the gate, and tried to follow a ball (he had no clue what to do!). By the end of the night, he kept trying run, but looked forward to resting when his friend did. We finally took them home. When I got inside, he spent most of the evening crying at the front door. He missed his new friend! He’s such a little Romeo. They will go back soon. He even laid down for a bit – just showing how tired he really was. Who knew life could be so much fun! He’ll be going back to the park again soon, since I think it’s good for him to socialize, learn manners, and run out that puppy energy!
Something I appreciate about Morrissey (and dogs) is how appreciative they are of life even though things were rough beforehand. They don’t dwell on it. They take advantage of each day and moment. They move forward and keep going. A lesson all of us can learn from rescue pups. All they need is love and attention – someone to keep them safe!
If you’re interested in adopting this lively puppy, please visit his profile on Petfinder.com. You will need to complete an application through the Charlotte SPCA. He is looking for a safe home that can provide him a lot of love – and grass if you have a yard!