Join Date: Sep 2009
Location: Rockaway Park, N.Y.
Dogs Name: Hero; Past dobes: Angelique, Tara. May my beloved babies all rest in peace.
Titles: Hero, RN; Angelique - rescued and Tara - Best at Licking one to death!
Dogs Age: Hero - 2 yrs. 4 mos. born on 04/4/10
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Climbing Out From Under the Rubbage
I'm sorry to all of those whose threads/posts I usually read. I haven't had any electricity with which to run my computer. Hurricane Sandy really gave us a beating. And I did something with Hero that I would normally be ashamed--so please do not criticize unless you've had similar circumstances.
I live near Breezy Point which was almost completely wiped off the map. The flood waters were about 8 feet and flooded out the basement and part of the first floor in certain sections. Our huge pine tree fell over and took part of our roof and our neighbor's as well. All the electrical wiring and boxes had to be replaced. A lot of my laundry was downstairs as well as a load I had forgotten in my dryer--all gone. No boiler, or hot water and then a month later, we find out that the reason our basement kept flooding was because of the sewer line had been collapsed under our house. Our new car was flooded out and we managed to endure the storm at home. I did want to evacuate, but my better half wouldn't do it. We actually left the Doberman Specialty to be home a day earlier.
We had Hero with us for the first three weeks. I felt safer with him home. However, a friend of Ellyn's son came over to see what he could do for us, and Ellyn forgot to close the gate behind her. Hero ran out and bit the man in the finger and then ran back into the house. I guess he was feeling our stress also and took it out on a stranger. Thank the Goddess that the man was a friend of her son.
Then we find out we have a whole lot of mold in addition. You can even smell it when you enter the home. Ellyn has not been able to handle things well and kept finding problems with keeping Hero there. She was worried about all the people that were going to be tromping through the house and she just isn't coping very well. I was feeling in a hard place and tried to call a friend to see if I could board him. I tried to find places, but most places were either way too expensive or they didn't want him because of his breed and his intactedness. I ended up giving him to the ASPCA for emergency boarding which Rachel Rae has been paying for for the flood victims.
He got so thin there. I found out that they were only giving him two cups a food a day until I talked to the vet there and she upped his food intake. Then kennel cough became a major contention there. I took him back this last Friday and he is snuffling and has laryngitis. I also found out, that despite his having his collar there with his city license, that the vets there reinvaccinated him. They never even saw his collar. He even lost a lot of his toys that I sent him with. I am, however, grateful for their help because living conditions are terrible where I am at, but is slowly getting better. Rapid repair is promising us to get heat by the end of January. That is way too long. Volunteers have been great and emptied out our basement and helped to clean up where the tree came out of the ground. I have respiratory problems from the storm and it does not help because I have too many things on my plate right now.
Just about as the storm was coming, I was going to enter the Secret Santa, but am glad I didn't since I don't know where the money would come from. I can't even replace most of his toys now. And Fema just gave us enough to fix the sewer--nothing else. We didn't have flood insurance.
I am sure Ellyn, at this point, would be glad if I gave up Hero. But I will not--I take better care of him than anyone else I know would. And I love him like my son.
Most of my days I am so weepy, but I go on. I've always been a survivor before when I was younger and my frame of mind went back there and I was able to do things for us when Ellyn couldn't because of her shock. Sometimes I just don't know which way to turn but then I buck up and go on.