Trixie the Shelter Dog

It was a day, just like any other, busy on the run, supplies on a list that needed to be picked up and an empty tank of gas.

We stopped at a gas station, when out of nowhere we heard a voice saying, "Do you want a dog? She’s in the back of my taxi – I don’t want her anymore. Anyone want a puppy?!"

Well needless to say, those kind of words get our attention.

A taxi driver had her and was on his way to the SPCA to "get rid of her".

He was openly upset that the pup was chewing, ripping, eating, urinating and having bowel movements in his home, while he was gone 12-14 hours a day working!

"Gone 12-14 hours a day" – with a pup left alone in the house!

I asked to see her and I damn near wanted to put my hands around his throat as it was, but when I seen her, I scowled at him – I was that mad.

She laid on the floor in the back of his cab, her ears down, tears in her eyes, in a puddle of pee and when I picked her up, her back right leg was kinda hanging.

It was broken, so I looked at him and said "You kicked her didn’t you!?" and he tried to remove the pup and told me to get away. I then somewhat threatened him with the fact that he would get charged at the SPCA once they saw her condition and told him what I did and that he best leave as fast as possible before I got his plate and called the SPCA myself. So he left mumbling under his breath!

I placed her in a box in our backseat while my daughter nestled in beside her. Then off we sped to the Vet.

We sat and waited for the x-ray results and sure enough, her leg was broken in two places. She required immediate surgery to set her leg and a pin to hold her leg in place. The Vet figured she wasn’t more than 10-12 weeks old.

I remember thinking "o.m.g. – another $800. – I wasn’t planning on spending that much today!" but figured that a higher power must have placed us there at that time, for a reason. That reason being, she needed to be rescued.