A story worth to think over

  • submitted to LeoList from Mr. Bob Glass, April 22, 1997

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  • - meant as a "wake up call" -

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  • and this is also the intention of the 2 German dog-fanciers
    to make this story available to the public.

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The introduction of Mr. Glass for the story goes like that:

" I came across this story while going through my hard files.

If you are tender hearted grab a kleenex.

If you don't like sad stories DELETE NOW ! "

 

 

My Name is Anuschka

Written by Judy Beaupre


"I was born in Germany in 1983. At 3 months age I was sent to America, so far away and I was just a baby.
 But, they put a tattoo in my ear and told me this would make me safe and I could never get lost.
 That made me feel better and I went off to my new home.

My parents had impressive names and titles, so I was sold for a lot of money. I thought this would make me very valuable and I would have a great life of leisure.

However, my new owner just wanted me to have babies.

I gave him a lot of babies, but I had a problem with my hips. Think it is called "dysplasia".
 No matter to whom he bred me to, almost all my babies had hips just like me.

When I was 5 years old (1988) my owner told me that I no longer fit into his breeding program, so I went to a new home. I tried very hard to be a good girl (everybody says I have the softest eyes they've ever seen). But after 2 years (1990) these people didn't want me either, so they took me back to my former owner.

He put me in a crate and I'm not used to that, so I barked and he didn't like that. I didn't feel well either but I knew I won't go to the vet because that would cost money.

I spent two weeks with my former owner. I was getting sicker and he said he's not into that; so we went to a place called the Human Society. He told them I'm a stry he found (I didn't understand why he didn't want them to know he owns me - but I'm a good girl, so I didn't say anything). Then off he goes without even telling them my name.


The people here are very kind. They know I'm sick and depressed, and they bring me hamburger an chicken,
but I just had to say no; seems that I lost my appetite. I get lots of attention here; and while I'm being petted
they find my tattoo.
Everybody get excited, they call a person in thearea; then lots of calls are made and they locate my owner
- but he no longer wants me.

The next day I'm told that two people are coming to see me. Now I've learned the rules here and I know that,
if they like me, I'll get to go to a new home, maybe I can even sleep ons omeone's bed.
Such a life I can't even imagine!


Anyhow, the people come and I want so much to impress them, but can't seem to get up.
So I give them my softest look, raise my head as best I can.
I think they like me, but they are very sad and can't stop crying.

Finally one of them nods her head and the man orders a blanket, then a leash is put around me and
I try to walk with them but I'm very weak and I fall every few steps.

Finally we make it to the room where the man waits with his needle.

The people are not allowed to go any further with me but they kiss me and assure me that I am going
to a much kinder place."

 

This is a true story

  • the name of the breed has first been left out -

  • as this can happen to every bitch, not depending on the breed.

The Author (J. Beaupre) was one of the people who visited the dog.
When they arrived the dog was in the following condition:

 

      1. the whites of her eyes were jaundiced
      2. the pigment in her mouth was very white with a yellow tinge
      3. her rear legs were very swollen with fluid retention
      4. her bones protruded everywhere
      5. her skull was starting to sink in; she had deep depressions above her eyes and the skull bone stood out

 

 

This was submitted in April 1997

  • from the person re-printing and translating this story a request to
    Mr. Glass was made in Dec. 99 and Mr. Glass
    kindly gave some additional information such as

"he - Mr. Glass - owned at this time a boarding kennel and pet crematorium - and Anuschka was a Rottweiler bitch; Mr. Glass bred and showed Rottweiler for 17 years and had and has still a passion for the breed; 1991 he purchased his first Leonberger; he sold the boarding kennel and pet crematorium last year, is now retired and has time for his hobbies : traveling with his Leonberger dogs to dog shows - breds from time to time a litter - and he felt the need to make the story available as a "wake-up-call".