It was a cold stormy night with lots of rain and strong wind. She was left on the desolated road outside of the city. A car almost hit her while she was gallivanting around on her small unsecured and staggering legs.
This is a story of Bebe.
An Abandoned Puppy
A young couple with their three children and a cat was returning to their city home when they saw her lost on the road in the middle of nowhere. A car before them almost hit her. They picked her up, but they couldn't keep her. So, they called an animal asylum and brought her there.
It happens to be the asylum my youngest son is volunteering for. They called him. About half hour later he brought home this small and wet fluffy puppy, folded in some old towels. She was frightened to death, shaking with whole her body and yelping with her tiny voice. He placed her in my lap.
After some while, we offered her something to eat, but she couldn't. She was still too afraid. She only drunk some water but still glued in my lap. We were pampering and gently speaking to her that she doesn't have to be afraid anymore. Despite that, it took over two hours when she finally stopped shaking and yelping, took a deep somewhat heavy breath and fell asleep.
The above pictures show her about a day or two after she came to us that stormy night.
This is Bebe, two weeks after she came to us! She was about 8 weeks old then.
My youngest son who was taking care of her named her Bebe. The name is a kind of slang variation for "beba", the Croatian word for baby or doll. We thought she must be some cross between a German shepherd and who knows what breed. The vet told us the same.
At that time she still had somewhat fluffy fur and insecure (even much more stable than before) staggering legs. Her butt was still kind of heavy for her, especially with that constantly wagging tail. She was very cheerful, curious and playful. She was also counting us all like sheep, walking from one room to another checking if we are all there.
In short, from abandoned puppy Bebe becomes our mollycoddle, and we were all in tears when asylum, my youngest son was volunteering for, found a new home for her. My youngest son was devastated the most. He really bonded with her a lot. She was his baby.
Bebe lives in the UK today, where from the couple who adopted her was, and she was just one of many animals that went through our home until they found a new family who would take care of them and love them.
This is an old post of mine that was earlier hanging on another platform, but not anymore. So, I felt I could give it a new daylight.
Posted on Saturday, July 15, 2017