One cold, stormy night in January 2005, I opened the gate for my friend to leave. In a blink, my placid Wolf-dog rushed out and attacked something in the dark. I grabbed Max's scruff, not knowing if it was a skunk, raccoon or coyote, I just grabbed what he'd attacked! I handed the limp little black body to my husband while Max followed us back inside the gate & my friend left. We then saw that it was a puppy, about 7 weeks old, and we rushed her into the house. She was wet, cold, starved, skin, bones, no muscle, dehydrated, very weak & almost dead! Max hadn't hurt her! She tried, but I wouldn't let her give up. I dried, warmed & cuddled her, crooning constantly.
She wouldn't eat or drink so I force fed her food & water, spending a week around the clock fighting to bring her back to life. With our constant vigil, and our other 2 dogs helping to nurture her, Kayla, I came to name her, started to come alive.
I put a notice at the post office, but no one claimed her.
After a month, Kayla was a healthy, happy puppy, probably for the first time in her young life. She & Max had fallen in love & were inseparable. Max passed away 2-1/2 years ago due to a brain tumor & she mourned for him a very long time. We still have Kayla who's a Black Lab/Airedale mix, and one of the sweetest personalities I've ever met in my 62 years of having many dogs. On a cold morning 2 years ago, a sound woke me. I ran outside, looked over the fence & saw Kayla mauling what looked to be a 4 week old coyote pup! But that's Jyodi's 'rescue' story...
Wadsworth, NV
