 Seamus' Story
(as told by Seamus)
My
name is Seamus A., and WIN helped me to find my forever home.
I was born on the
East Coast in August of 2002. I probably was born in a puppy
mill, and was sold to my first family by a “broker” when I was very
young. I should not have been taken from my mother and litter mates
as early as I was, but it happened.
The family who
bought me did not know anything about taking care of a wee little
puppy. The boy and mom wanted me at the beginning, but the dad did
not want a dog. The mom was very anxious about me and took me
to the vet several times every week during the first two months I
lived with them because she had no idea what to expect from a pup. I
sensed her fear and nervousness and got nervous and scared too
because she was. The People were told to take me to puppy
obedience school so I could start learning my manners, but they
never did.
I got bigger and
was full of normal puppy energy, fun and mischief. I was never
taught what was OK and not OK to do and the People did not like my
behavior. So they put me in the basement by myself. I got more
nervous and started to compulsively lick and chew my paws and be
noisy. I did not want to be all by myself!! I was lonesome and
scared. I was all alone. I was only 6 months old.
The family
decided to get rid of me, and I went to two different homes. Both
times the families did not keep me because I played too rough with
the children and did not know manners. So I had 3 homes in the
first 8 months of my life. I was sad when all these families sent me
away.
WIN took me in, and through WIN
my new “mom” found me and adopted me. I flew in an airplane from the
East to Minnesota when I was 9 months old.
I have a Wheaten
“sister,” MollyMae, who was rescued from her first family too.
MollyMae and I play and play and have good times chasing squirrels –
we never catch any, though. (Mom is glad we don’t.) I
have gone to obedience school and learned some manners – but I still
am full of fun and have lots of energy to burn off. I have good
stuff to eat, lots of toys and chew bones, my own crate, a Wheatie
sister, and a “humom” who loves me. I stopped licking
and chewing my feet months ago. I know that I am in my
forever home and I don’t have to worry about being homeless again.
Thank you for
reading my story.
Love from Seamus
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