Trixie came in last Saturday, one of the last six dogs to come out of a Collector situation in Baldwin.
Her job was to stay outdoors and alert the old man to anyone coming around his mobile home.
Apparently this job she did for him didn't pay so well as you could count every rib she had and her backbone was extremely prominant. Our go-between driver, who had been negociating with the man, had to do some fast talking to get Taffy and Trixie away from him. Said he didn't know what he'd do without their guard duties being filled.
Trixie is a blue tic hound, according to the old man, she's supposed to be 8 years old, but we doubt that. We'll know more after her vet appointment this week.
She's a lover. More outgoing than Taffy from the get go. She will flatten herself to the floor if you reach for her, but she's quickly up and looking for food and attention. She lives to eat and getting her from crate to back door is tricky unless treats are obvious because she's off, nose to the ground, snooping, scouting for kibble crumbs which Mitzy Morgan, my pitty-piglett girl distributes daily at each feeding, some of which land outside the crate. Thanks to Trixie, vaccuming duties have been greatly reduced.
Both girls have gained considerably in just the week they've been here, eating a generous portion of Eukanuba Kibble, canned mixed in and topped off with puppy replacement formula three times a day. A sporting dog water supplement was added to their water the first few days, giving them extra potassium, minerals and vitamins as they were both dehydrated as well as half starved.
The woman who brought them out of the situation had been up there twice and never saw any food or water dishes for them. She saw the old man throwing pieces of snicker candy bars at them the first time. The second time, it was potato chips he was tossing around.
But he had told her that he couldn't afford to feed all those dogs. (Total head count in the beginning was over 30. Mostly small dogs living in the trailer with him.) Guess no one ever pointed out that dog food is much cheaper than candy bars and potato chips. He refused to let the outdoor guardians go at the first visit, but finally conceded to let her take them the second time.
Miraculously, Trixie and Taffy both seem to be in pretty good health for being deprived so long. Firm stools from the beginning, they've been wormed now and Trixie's coat is getting some shine to it. Teeth are in pretty good shape too.
It breaks my heart to think of these two girls living out there in the dead of winter, no body fat and just a dog house and a chain. But that is how it must have been for them. Trixie was said to be allowed in the house at times at least.
Over the past month, a total of 22 dogs have been brought out of his place. There are 8 remaining, that he wants to keep. Small ones like the chihauhaus and matted fuzzy ones that Julie, Lisa, Bellowood and ANSOL have divided up.