On the way out to my parent’s house in the country there is this little stretch of road that is very woodsy and people like to use it for a dumpster site. We’ve seen televisions, mattresses, washers, dryers,bags of garbage, boxes, shoes, fast food trash, gutters, vinyl siding and all other sorts of junk thrown out in the brush. Apparently people have mistaken the “PLEASE DO NOT LITTER” sign to mean “Please throw your junk out here, we love the look of it and the smell of rotting trash”. It’s annoying, gross and frustrating. Every once in a while people will even dump off a litter of puppies or kittens– most of which end up not surviving the road traffic or wild animals in the night. Gratefully my mom and her neighbor, Colleen, spotted the latest litter of puppies before their life ended.
It all started on a Sunday afternoon when my mom and Colleen had both seen the dogs and after talking to one another came up with the plan to feed them and seek help from an animal rescue group. They immediately began taking food down to the ditch area. Meanwhile they had contacted a local PAWS group and got confirmation from them that they would help provide medicines and fencing for a pen and would work on getting the animals placed in homes.
By Tuesday evening they had not captured any of the pups yet and the momma dog was no where to be found. More than likely she abandoned them when her instinct told her she could not care for her young. Mom and Colleen had now spent a couple of days setting out food for the dogs and worked on gaining their trust. They were very timid little guys and would bolt off fast under all the brush as soon as you started towards them. If only they knew how much better their life was about to get they would have leaped into Mom and Colleen’s arms.
The later it got on Tuesday, the more determined we all became to catch these pups. By this time several other people were involved with the efforts make this rescue happen– myself included. And David. And my sister. And my mom. And Colleen. And eventually my dad. And some nice strangers.
You see, this is where the puppies had made their home:
You may not be able to tell much from this picture, but this greenery is chock full of thorns, briar patches, thickets and the ground is covered in shards of glass and other trash. Not to mention this is heavy snake territory. This photo was actually taken after their rescue and after a trash pick up. Every time we would set out food, the puppies would come eat. As soon as we would head towards them to pick them up they would take off and pretty much belly crawl under all this brush. It was nearly impossible to get them once they got back a couple of feet into the thick briar patches.
Let me make this long story short. On Tuesday evening we finally caught the first two puppies. It wasn’t until Wednesday that #3 was caught. And Thursday for #4. And #4 would have never happened if it had not been for this nice stranger named Billy that stopped that morning when he saw me and Mom looking pretty desperate standing in that ditch with the sun beating down on us. He willingly went out about 15 feet into the chest high woodsy area until he was able to pin the little guy down and carry him out to us. And that little pup’s name is Bill and here he is.
B I L L
They are all thriving! And in a matter of hours they got their shots, pictures taken and have already been placed in homes up north in Maine! They will remain in Proctor a few more weeks until their second round of shots are administered and they make their big trip to the vet’s office for a little adjustment….ahem, we won’t say out loud what that is.
Since there are four of them and all of them are males they’ve earned the collective name The Proctor Boys. But if you wanna get their attention you have to call them by their individual names Boon, Blake, Baxter and Bill.
B O O N
B L A K E
B A X T E R
Here are a few more that were too cute to not share.
Photos of The Proctor Boys were cheerfully taken by the brilliant photographer, Kandi Cook. You can check out more of her work at kandicook.com
Consider supporting your local PAWS group or other volunteer based animal rescue organization. Without their help this rescue probably would not have been so successful.