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THE INSPIRATIONAL STORY OF 'MISTY MEADOWS'

[b]"She waited at the very spot where she was dumped for over two weeks, according to people who live on Baker Road. She waited, without food and water, in below 0° temperatures, hopeful that the person who dumped her there would return. That's why sometimes I think I love animals more than some people I know...

The weather had dipped to below 0° in Fremont, Ohio for an entire week. The nights were bitter and caused one's skin to sting after only a few minutes of exposure.

Image -  - This is the pine tree that Misty Meadows laid under for over two weeks. The numbing wind blew right through this tree's boughs and the ground was icy and frozen solid.

This is the pine tree that Misty Meadows laid under for over two weeks. The numbing wind blew right through this tree's boughs and the ground was icy and frozen solid.

Imagine sleeping under a pine tree on icy ground in blistering wind, with no food or water for over two weeks, thinking surly there must have been some kind of mistake, that certainly the jack ass human who dumped you will return for you.

It is difficult to imagine that any warm blooded animal could survive such conditions, but "MISTY MEADOWS" did exactly that.

I was returning home from a petsitting job with my husband, Terry. It was about 9:30 pm last Sunday night, January 20th. We were heading down Baker Road and I was half asleep. But there in the ditch I saw a yellow dog. I had my scarf wrapped all around my face in an effort to keep warm but could clearly see that indeed it was a dog. I told my husband to turn around, and he said, "Oh Barb, surly the dog must belong to one of the families there." I pleaded with him to please turn around, and reluctantly, he did.

When the dog saw us open the car door, she ran up onto the porch of a house that was nearby. "Phew!" I thought. We had just rescued a little dog named Lenny, who was dumped in a different part of Fremont, and knew that S.P.A. couldn't afford to board yet another dog. Our foster homes are full.

The next morning I was hurrying around to leave for a petsitting job. I also had an appointment to take Bert and Ernie (they are still available) to the vet's office for their booster shots.

The phone rang just as I was about to walk out the door. It was a woman named Diane, and she was on the verge of tears. Her blind pit bull, Daisy, had wandered off, something she never did before. Again, the temperature was in the single digits and Daisy was never outside for more than a few minutes to do her business. I told Diane that I would help her look for Daisy and that I had a petsitting job in their area.

Then Diane said, "I also wanted to tell you about a stray dog that has been hanging around this area and has been sleeping under a pine tree at night." Diane lives along the river where it is especially windy and cold.

I asked her if the dog was yellow, and she said yes. Diane lives on Baker Road, the same road on which we saw the dog in the ditch the night before.

So, the dog Terry and I saw was in need of help after all. I don't know how any dog could have survived the subzero, icy nights. I grabbed a stainless steel bowl of IAMS food, jumped in my truck and was soon headed across Tindall Bridge toward Baker Road. I kept constant watch across the harvested cornfields and in between the houses for Daisy, Diane's blind pit bull. I saw no sign of her.

As I approached the area that my husband and I saw the yellow dog in the ditch the night before, I began looking for a pine tree. There she was, lying all curled up in a ball under a lone pine tree that was relatively close to the road. I pulled down a short lane and moved very slowly as I took a bowl of food to her. I didn't want to startle her.

Image -  - Misty's disposition changed quickly from fearful and hopeless to cheerful and hopeful! After she had a few warm meals and lots of hugs and kisses she seemed like a different dog. But the scars on her legs are reminiscent of a past that hopefully will quicklyy be forgotten.

Misty's disposition changed quickly from fearful and hopeless to cheerful and hopeful! After she had a few warm meals and lots of hugs and kisses she seemed like a different dog. But the scars on her legs are reminiscent of a past that hopefully will quicklyy be forgotten.

The yellow dog jumped up and seemed to put most of her weight onto her front legs. Her back feet seemed frostbitten. She kept her rump area curled way under her body as she hopped away from me and her tail was wrapped tightly between her legs.

Her ribs were visible, and her hair was short. She certainly wasn't willing to trust anyone at that moment. She kept a safe distance from me and kept constant watch of my every move.

Her eyes looked blank, dark and empty. She was frightened, hungry and freezing cold.

I talked to her in a quiet, constant voice and told her I was there to help. I sat the bowl down and walked back to my truck. Once she heard my truck door close she hopped back over to the pine tree and immediately began eating.

I hurried on to my petsitting appointment and Roscoe, the dog I was petsitting for, offered to donate a nice big dish of Paul Newman's organic wet food mixed with some of his Science Diet kibble. I added a little IAMS Savory Sauce and lot of water (all outside water is frozen solid because of the frigid temperature) and heated it in the microwave until it was very hot. I put the Rubbermaid lid on to keep the contents hot and headed back to the pine tree on Baker Road.

She was there, and this time, she seemed less afraid, but still was quite hesitant.

I opened the lid and stirred the food with my finger to make certain the food wasn't too hot. It wasn't.

She came much closer this time but I was still unable to touch her. I sat the food down and backed off giving her enough room to feel safe. Then I saw odd marks across her legs. There were all sorts of scars, both old and new. My heart sank.

Diane saw my paw print truck from her house and walked down to inform me that they found Daisy. She was so very relieved (and so was I!) Diane said she would keep working with the yellow dog to try to get it into her garage for me.

Image -  - Her eyes looked blank, dark and empty. She was frightened, hungry and freezing cold.

Her eyes looked blank, dark and empty. She was frightened, hungry and freezing cold.

She called within the next hour to let me know that after having that warm dinner, the dog had become much more trusting. Diane had given her two more bowls of food. The dog followed Diane right into her garage.

Diane called me immediately and I made arrangements to board Misty Meadows at our veterinarian's office. She and her husband drove Misty there and got her settled in.

Here's the thing. S.P.A. has overextended itself. We have had huge vet bills and we have no available foster homes. At our monthly meetings we all keep saying, "We aren't able to take in one more animal until we place some of those currently in our care."

Then, we find ourselves involved with yet another animal in desperate need. What are we suppose to do, look the other way? We can't do that. It is a curious thing, how so many animals in desperate need happen upon our path.

I named this frightened, tired, cold, starving dog MISTY MEADOWS, after a Girl Scout Camp which is located a short distance from the pine tree on Baker Road.

Misty was adopted by a great family who loves her!

WE ALSO ARE HOPING THAT SOMEONE WILL OFFER TO SPONSOR MISTY's BOARDING FEES UNTIL SHE FINDS A LOVING FOSTER or FOREVER HOME.

This would include paying for her shots, heartworm test, and boarding charges until she is place.

Image -  - She was there, and this time, she seemed less afraid, but still was quite hesitant.

She was there, and this time, she seemed less afraid, but still was quite hesitant.

WHOEVER SPONSORS MISTY WILL RECEIVE FREQUENT UPDATES AND PHOTOS OF HER!

She kept looking out the window at the vet's office, as though she was still hopeful that her jack ass owner would return for her.

It's the only life she knew. She will soon realize that another world awaits her!

If you are interested in sponsoring Misty's boarding charges please email me at sailinfree@sbcglobal.net so I can hook you up with the vet's office where she is currently being boarded.

You can make a donation directly to the vet's office towards S.P.A.s MISTY MEADOW'S ACCOUNT OR, if you wish, you can donate securely online by clicking donate above and specifying that your donation is to be used to help sponsor Misty Meadows.

Image -  - Her legs are full of scars, some older and some more recent.

Her legs are full of scars, some older and some more recent.

You can also mail a donation directly to:[/b]

S.P.A.'s MISTY MEADOWS FUND

P.O. Box 1047

Fremont, Ohio 43420

Misty is alive not soley because of S.P.A.'s efforts, but because of YOUR DONATIONS, which enable us to continue to help dogs in real need like Misty Meadows. Together, We're Saving Lives![/b]

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