Our “baby” at the Wiener Palace turns eight today. For some dogs, that might seem old but she is the youngest of our herd. She ended up here in a roundabout way. We were adopting Cocoa Puff from a rescue in Evansville and they were contacted by Sweet Tart’s owner who wanted to surrender her. Since she was in Indianapolis like we were, they convinced her to surrender Sweetie to the rescue in Indy. Her owner had purchased her from a puppy mill and has her shipped to her to use for breeding. When she got her, the owner decided that she didn’t have a good personality so she didn’t want to breed her. She said that she wouldn’t come out of her crate and screamed when the other dogs got near.
She contacted the original owner who shipped her a replacement dog but didn’t want Sweetie back(at that time). The owner’s plan was to breed Dachshunds to pay her way through vet tech school. I’m going to go with that being an epic fail of a plan! Jerry picked her up on a very cool snowy January afternoon as I was returning from a business trip. She was surrendered in a crate with nothing else-no food, collar or even bedding. On the ride home, she pooped in the crate and we had to get a towel from a friend’s house to keep her from rolling around in the nasty crate. When we got home, I had to tip the crate to get her out. Inside that crate was the nastiest, skinniest little dog. She had sores all the way up her spine and tail, was urine scalded on her hind end and had very little hair. It’s hard to tell from these pictures but she looked awful. When I took her to the vet the next morning, some ladies were whispering about how awful she looked and how could I let my dog look like that. I couldn’t take it and ended up telling them off. She was a pathetic, sickly mess. She had giardia, all sorts of internal parasites and a staph skin infection. The poor thing was sickly for so long and my husband grew attached to her. After a few months, she got hemorrhagic gastroenteritis and was really one sick puppy. We had to do fluids on her at home and try to keep her strong so she didn’t have to be hospitalized. I think it was during this time that my husband decided he couldn’t let her go. Here she is laying under the heating pad to maintain her temperature. In the meantime, I had contacted the vet clinic that had vaccinated her before she came into rescue. The original owner had bought her for breeding and was told that she was a free whelper but she had a scar on her abdomen. I was trying to find out if she had been spayed or not. When they found out who I was calling about, they were no longer willing to talk to me. I emailed the breeder asking her about Sweetie but she flew into a rage and demanded that she be returned to her. She went so far as to threaten the original owner and demand Sweet Tart and the replacement dog(who had tiny puppies)be returned. The owner returned the replacement dog but Sweetie went into the witness Puptection program. There was no way that I was going to return a dog to someone who allowed it to be so sick and then to ship it out of state in that condition. Luckily the breeder gave up on Sweetie when she got the other dogs back. For hubby’s birthday that year, he got a bouncing 8 pound chocolate baby dog. She’s a good dog but even though she was only in the mill under two years, she’s not right in the head. Everything’s scary to her. She has bloody diarrhea if she gets too stressed out. She is apparently a carrier of Giardia and it becomes active again every so often. She finally lets people pet her at our Dachshund Meetup groups but last time all she would do is sit in the corner. I finally realized it was because we changed her routine and she had ridden with a different dog in her crate on the way there. Happy Birthday Sweet Tart or cuckoo bean nut job as she’s affectionately known. I can’t believe our baby is all grown up. As always, thanks for opting to adopt and save dogs the trauma that Sweetie went through.