ktate88
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Some of you may have read where I have referred to the "ponies" aka the two weimeraners that I was petsitter and mommy #2 to. I have taken care of them for over two years now, and helped raise Priscilla getting up 2 or 3 times a night and carrying her outside to "get busy." She destroyed a few pairs of my shoes along the way, helped herself to pizza, chicken, ribs, and cupcakes. I was there the first time Elvis seizured, staying up all night at the house with Priscilla and sitting with Elvis the next day while we ran tests. Point is, I love them dearly like they are my own.
Fall of 2009 was a bad year for their parents/owners. The ponies would come live with me when mom had to travel for work, as dad couldn't be counted on to be sober. By the end of the year I had been called in with the PI to go to the house to get them due to dad threatening mom, and they lived with me for 2 weeks as the divorce was filed.
Spring was hard for their mother, but they helped her pull through. Many nights were spent with wine, tear jerking music, and pony kisses. Their sweet faces helped her get through each day.
In May, the soap opera I had gotten used to got worse. I was taking care of the ponies as normal, in the middle of eating dinner and watching Bourne Ultimatum. The door bell rang and to my horror, their father was there with 3 police officers. The next 2 hours were like a thriller movie-- hiding in the dark, frantic phones calls, and hoping that I could get them out. The cavalry came but there wasn't anything we could do as she was out of state and unable to get back to stop him. Of course he said he was just going to take care of them until she got back. Looking at their scared faces in their crates broke my heart as I had to say goodbye. He left with them in the middle of the night, and has had them since.
Tomorrow is the first hearing, including the ponies. Please cross your fingers tomorrow afternoon, and hope for their speedy safe return to their mom.
Some of you may have read where I have referred to the "ponies" aka the two weimeraners that I was petsitter and mommy #2 to. I have taken care of them for over two years now, and helped raise Priscilla getting up 2 or 3 times a night and carrying her outside to "get busy." She destroyed a few pairs of my shoes along the way, helped herself to pizza, chicken, ribs, and cupcakes. I was there the first time Elvis seizured, staying up all night at the house with Priscilla and sitting with Elvis the next day while we ran tests. Point is, I love them dearly like they are my own.
Fall of 2009 was a bad year for their parents/owners. The ponies would come live with me when mom had to travel for work, as dad couldn't be counted on to be sober. By the end of the year I had been called in with the PI to go to the house to get them due to dad threatening mom, and they lived with me for 2 weeks as the divorce was filed.
Spring was hard for their mother, but they helped her pull through. Many nights were spent with wine, tear jerking music, and pony kisses. Their sweet faces helped her get through each day.
In May, the soap opera I had gotten used to got worse. I was taking care of the ponies as normal, in the middle of eating dinner and watching Bourne Ultimatum. The door bell rang and to my horror, their father was there with 3 police officers. The next 2 hours were like a thriller movie-- hiding in the dark, frantic phones calls, and hoping that I could get them out. The cavalry came but there wasn't anything we could do as she was out of state and unable to get back to stop him. Of course he said he was just going to take care of them until she got back. Looking at their scared faces in their crates broke my heart as I had to say goodbye. He left with them in the middle of the night, and has had them since.
Tomorrow is the first hearing, including the ponies. Please cross your fingers tomorrow afternoon, and hope for their speedy safe return to their mom.
