Since I was seized through an animal cruelty case, I had to stay in protective custody while the Philadelphia District Attorney's Office prosecuted my former owner. That meant I had to stay at the Pennsylvania SPCA shelter (in Philadelphia) from September 2008 to February 2009, when I went home to my new Mom and Dad). The law prohibited me from being adopted while I was in protective custody, so I had no choice but to stay there.
The shelter staff and volunteers took excellent care of me, but no dog wants to live at a shelter, especially after coming out of a horrible situation to begin with.
Don't I look sad and lonely? People would toss treats in my kennel, but I usually ignored them. It was also hard for people to walk me because I moved so slowly, and once I was outside, I refused to come back in.
Thank goodness for my Kuranda bed, which kept my aching bones off the hard floor. (By the way, did you know you can donate a Kuranda bed to a shelter dog? We REALLY appreciate having them, and so the shelters.)
Here I am on Christmas Day 2008, eating my holiday meal of chicken and rice. I love chicken, and I appreciated all the extra attention I got on Christmas Day. It meant so much that the staff and volunteers spent their holiday taking care of me and the other shelter animals.
