Arrow Fat Left Icon Arrow Fat Right Icon Arrow Right Icon Cart Icon Close Circle Icon Expand Arrows Icon Facebook Icon Instagram Icon Pinterest Icon Twitter Icon Youtube Icon Hamburger Icon Information Icon Down Arrow Icon Mail Icon Mini Cart Icon Person Icon Ruler Icon Search Icon Shirt Icon Triangle Icon Bag Icon Play Video

Melissa Guerra Latin Kitchen Market logo

<

Your cart is currently empty!

  • The World’s Saddest Dog: Who Is This Dog?
  • Post author
    Melissa Guerra

The World’s Saddest Dog: Who Is This Dog?

The World’s Saddest Dog: Who Is This Dog?

The rain was coming down erratically, at moments a fine mist, at other times in soggy, warm sheets. Butters and I left to get to the vet. Saturday hours ended early, and I wanted to make sure we got in.

During the night, I had heard some strange noise, and realized through my sleep-headed confusion, it was barking. We’ve had a problem with raccoons, and Butters must not have liked the intruders. Glad he is already in house protection mode.

I assembled the carrier crate inside my truck, and Butters hopped in like a champion. One of the things I have noticed is this dog is unusually comfortable in a crate.  We drove to town in the rain, with Butters drifting in and out of naps.


Napping on the way to the Vets Office

Once we got there, the office was packed with all types of dogs. To keep Butters calm, I opted to wait in the car, where Butters slept soundly.

Doggy Details

Once we were called in, I explained to Dr. Daniel how I had found Butters. The examination began, and here is what we determined:

  1. Butters is a female! Mr. Saenz had told me it was a male. Butters kept her tail locked down, and we hadn’t been able to really see. Also, Dr. Daniel concluded she wasn’t pregnant either. Whew.
  2. Butters did not have heartworms, but did show signs of tick borne disease. After we had bathed her, ticks were falling off of her like the rain outside.
  3. We estimated that Butters us about 4-5 years old, and by her rump and elbow calluses, we can tell that she has probably been crated for long periods of time, perhaps always.  Her front bottom teeth are worn down to needles, as if she had spent time chewing on cage bars.  We agreed that Butters is a full-blooded Yellow Labrador Retriever.

Where were you?

I have come to the conclusion that Butters is a puppy mill refugee. She shows no signs of having given birth, or nursing, and she has no scars from being spayed. She has no microchip. I am guessing she was a non-producer, and was turned loose.

Butters got her meds, and we headed back to the ranch, through heavy rain. She slept the whole way. Once home, I set up a few towels for her on the porch, along with plenty of water and food. We both ate our lunch, and I decided to take a nap too.

When I got up, Butters was splayed out in the damp yard, sleeping so deeply that I had to verify if she was still alive. Like most Labs, she seems to like mud and moisture, and she seemed to prefer the wet ground to dry towels. I gave her the meds, put some drops in her eyes, and then let her get back to sleep.

Butters is starting to show signs of affection. At the vet’s office, she laid her head in my lap for a minute, and practically climbed on top of me when we were visiting on the porch between naps. I have even seen a few tail wags.

Where have you been all your life, Butters?

Read the the first installment of Butter's Journey here.

  • Post author
    Melissa Guerra