Beauty

Beauty's Story

This is the story of a little 9 yr old, once unloved
Yorkie. She had spent almost all of her nine years
locked in a cold, and then hot, filthy cage. No one
ever cared when she had a belly ache, or a tooth ache,
or when she was hungry and lonely. No one.
Her little 11 lb. body was tired and worn from giving
birth year after year after year.
This is a love story...
Cheryl and I put in our application to adopt Beauty in
July of 2001. After I submitted the app, I could not
wait until I heard something- anything! I KNOW I drove
everyone around me crazy as I waited for the phone
interview with Cindy.
After the interview, I was twice as crazy waiting to
hear if I had been approved! Finally, on a rainy
Friday morning, Aug 10th, the call came. I was so
happy, I cried.
Cheryl and I drove from central PA to Bloomington, Ill.
where we met Robin on August 19th. It was just one day
after my precious Beauty turned 9 yrs old. I loved
that Yorkie even before I met her! I would look at her
picture on the site many times a day. The moment she
was placed in my arms-that feeling was just beyond
words.

Beauty is truly one of the lights of my life! She has
come far in the 7 months she has been with us. Trying
to get her to go potty for some time after she came
home was difficult, she would curl up in a ball and
wait for something horrible to happen to her. When I
held her, she was as stiff as a board, very afraid.
Beauty would not look us in the eye, she instead
looked down at the ground--she had no pride, hope or
spirit left. They had been stolen from her at the
mill. It took a long while until she did start to look
at me.
She has a pacing problem. When she is in front of any
door, she starts pacing back and forth, as though she
can not help it. I have to go and pick her up to get
her to stop. I always picture this poor little girl,
with her cloudy eyes and dirty, matted hair in the
tiny, filthy cage, pacing the day away. It makes me
cry. :((
We are still "working" on the potty training. After
being locked up for all of those years, she just does
not understand that you should go pee pee outside.
And, she is a marker. That little Yorkie leg comes up
and she goes peepee on whatever she pleases! LOL! BUT,
these things are not a real big concern on my list. We
clean up the mess, and forget it until the next time.
(yeah for Huggies!) I am just happy to be able to give
her a clean place to live and spend her days napping!!

Beauty has this little bounce to her walk, and her
sweet little head bobs up and down, too. I call her my
Boouber Dog because she "booubers" when she walks! Just
watching her walk makes me smile. :))

In December, she had multiple tumors removed from her
tummy. Thankfully, they were all benign!! Yeah!!

Today, Beauty is doing so great! She is a happy,
adorable little girl who is MUCH loved. She probably
gets more kisses and hugs in a day than she knows what
to do with--I cannot imagine a day without her.
She LOVES her breakfast and dinner, loves her tummy
rubbed, she loves to cuddle, and she really loves to
go outside and just sniff around. Such a simple thing,
something that she never got to do in her first 9 yrs.
She does not play, but she rolls over onto her side
and bats her little paw at me, it is precious beyond
words.

She is still very easily startled in the night. If one
of the cats or Abby moves on the bed, Beauty jumps up,
with teeth showing, ready to defend her space. She is
terrified of bees and flies.

Our days together are made up of small, precious
moments--running in the snow, barking at the propane
guy, watching her expression as she chewed her first
"pizza bone". The feeling I have as I rush around
doing something and look over to find her watching me
is humbling.
There are no words to express how thankful I am that
PMR exists, and that I was blessed enough to be able
to bring this precious pumpkin into our lives. I will
be forever grateful!!
Beauty is one of the lucky ones. She made it out.
There are many, many that have died lonely and in
pain-never even having a name. As I have heard others
mention--the eyes tell the horrific tale. Look into
the cloudy, horrified eyes of the babies that have
just come out of a mill. They tell a tale that we
cannot even begin to imagine. It is frightening and so
very sad.

The pics are of:
1. Beauty and me (Penny) on the wonderful day I got to
finally hold that precious little girl
2. Beauty shortly after getting her first bath and new
hair do. Notice how cloudy her eyes are. Most of that
has gone away now!! I do not put ribbons in her hair
anymore...it is just not her!!
3. Beauty today-much loved and happy

Thank you PMR!!!!!
Penny