SUPER GREAT Dog Story!

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I LOVE THIS STORY!!!

THANKS TO THE FAMILY WHO ADOPTED HIM!!!

 

 

 

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> Dog Fighting and The Third Twin

> When Oogy was four months old and weighed thirty five pounds, he was

tied to a stake and used as bait for a Pit Bull. The left side of his

face from just behind his eye was torn off, including his ear. He was

bitten so hard a piece of his jaw bone was crushed. Afterward, he was

thrown into a cage and left to bleed to death.

> I am not a religious man, but I can only conclude that at that

moment God turned around and paid attention. The police raided the

facility, found Oogy, and took him to Ardmore Animal Hospital, where

Dr.Bianco stitched him up and saved him.

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> This coincided with the last weekend of life for our cat, Buzzy, who

was 14 at the time. My sons and I had taken Buzzy to AAH for his last

visit. The staff had gathered Buzzy in when out comes this pup that

looked like nothing more than a gargoyle. He covered us with kisses.

The boys and I fell instantly in love with him.

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> Life goes out one door and in another. 'This is one of the happiest

dogs I've ever met,'Dr. Bianco said. 'I can't imagine what he'd be

like if half his face hadn't been ripped off.' Then, Dr. B said, 'I am

not going to tell you the things this dog has been through.' Dr. B's

assistant, Diane, took Oogy into her home for several weeks to foster

him and make sure he was safe and to crate-train him.

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> Once Oogy came into our house, for my sons, then 12, it was like

having a little brother. Whatever they did and wherever they went,

there was Oogy. Oogy had to get involved in whatever the lads were

doing. He became known as The Third Twin.

> Dr. B thought Oogy was a Pit or Pit-mix and would get to be about 45

pounds. By the time of his first checkup, Oogy weighed 70 pounds. When

we walked in the door for the visit, one of the women who works at AAH

exclaimed, 'That's a Dogo!' I asked, 'What's a Dogo?' She said, 'I'm

not sure.' We went on line and learned that the Dogo Argentina is bred

in Argentina to hunt mountain lion and boar. Oogy can run about 30

miles an hour, all four legs off the ground like a Greyhound. His leg

muscles are so strong that, when he sits, his butt is a half-inch off

the ground. Dogos hunt in packs. Dogos hurl themselves against their

prey and swarm it. Oogy has a neck like a fire hydrant to protect him

when he closes on his prey. He is built like a Pit Bull on steroids,

with white fur as soft as butter and black freckles. Fully grown, Oogy

is 85 pounds of solid muscle, but he does not know this and sits on

us. He absolutely craves physical contact. He is full of kisses and

chuffs like a steam engine when he is happy. He has a heart as big as

all outdoors. One of the traits of the breed is that they fully accept

anyone their family does. It is not unusual to come home and find

three teenagers on the floor playing a video game and Oogy sprawled

across their laps like some living boa.

> Oogy hated the crate, and would bark and bark whenever we put him

in. This puzzled me because I had been told by people with

crate-trained dogs that their pets love the crate and feel secure in

its confines. When Oogy was about eight months old, we hired a trainer

who also happened to be an animal 'whisperer'. We introduced her to

Oogy and she sat on the floor for a full five minutes talking to him.

We could not hear a word she said. When the trainer lifted her head,

her eyes were brimming with tears. 'Oogy want you to know' she said

'how much he appreciates the love and respect you have shown him.'

Then she asked about his routine. I started by showing her where he

slept in the crate. She said immediately, 'You have to get him out of

that box.' 'Why?' 'Because he associates being in a box with having

his ear ripped off.' It was a smack-myself-in-the-forehead moment.

Oogy never went back in.

> Given what Oogy endured and what he is bred for, people are

constantly astonished that he loves animals and people as much as he

does. Walking with Oogy is like walking with a mayoral candidate. He

has to meet everyone. A number of people we encountered in the

neighborhood early-on told me they were afraid of Oogy because when

they would walk or jog by the house, Oogy would bark at them and trot

parallel to them, and given his size and looks they were intimidated.

But everyone falls in love with Oogy. By the end of their initial

encounter they are rubbing, petting, even kissing him on the nose.

Oogy kisses them back. Because of the way he looks, when people meet

him for the first time, they almost always ask if he is safe. I tell

them, 'Well, he has licked two people to death!' For the first year

and a half of his life, part of Oogy's face was normal and the other

part looked like a burn victim's. People who saw him in passing could

not grasp the duality. As Oogy grew, the scar tissue spread. He could

not close his left eye, so it wept constantly; his lip was pulled up

and back. Dr. B said Oogy was in constant pain. So, in January 2005,

Dr. B. rebuilt Oogy's face. When all the scar tissue was removed,

there was a hole in Oogy's head the size of a softball. After removing

the scar tissue, Dr. B took grafts and pulled the flaps together and

sewed Oogy back up. Now Oogy has a hairline scar, but other than that

looks just like any normal one-eared dog.

> An essential part of this story is the fact that AAH has never

taken a dime in payment for anything they have done for Oogy. I never

asked them for such an arrangement. When I went to pay the first bill

I was told, 'Oogy's a no-pay.' I never asked why this is. Oogy is

their dog. We are just lucky enough to look after him.

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> Because some of his jaw bone was removed in the initial surgery,

some of Oogy's lower left lip droops and is a repository for dust and

dirt. It is second nature to us to pull the detritus off his lip when

we sit next to him. One day I told my sons that when they tell their

children about Oogy, they will remember this routine act of kindness.

I think that, on some level, every day we try to atone for what

happened to him.

> Last summer Oogy had ACL surgery; his body ultimately rejected the

steel plates and developed an infection, so his leg had to be opened

up a second time and the plates removed. When I went to pick him up

following the second surgery, the Technician who brought Oogy out

said, 'This is a great dog, I really love him.' I said, 'Yep, we're

lucky to have him.' The Tech looked at me and said, 'No, you don't

understand. I see hundreds of dogs each week, and every once in a

while there is a special one. And you have him.' When I related that

story to Dr. B he said, 'But we already knew that.'

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> Oogy's name is a derivative. The first day I was told we could adopt

him I was thinking, 'This is one ugly dog.' But we couldn't call him

'Ugly.' Then I went to a variation of that from my youth, 'Oogly,' and

his name followed immediately. Two years after we named him, we

learned that Oogy is the name of the Ghost Dog in the film, 'The

Nightmare Before Christmas.' This is not inappropriate.

> On a recent Saturday afternoon Oogy was curled up on the couch

asleep, his head in my lap, and I was thinking about his life is now

as opposed to the way his life had been before. Would he have sensed

he was dying? Was he conscious when the police put him on a rubber

sheet and took him to the Ardmore Animal Hospital? Oogy went to sleep

in a world of terror and searing pain and awoke surrounded by angels

in white coats who were kind to him, who stroked him gently and talked

softly to him. Instead of people who baited and beat and kicked him,

he was surrounded with healing mercies.

> I realized then that Oogy probably did not know he had not died and

gone to heaven. So I told him. I said, 'Listen, pal. It only gets

better after this.'

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> This incredible dog now lives on the Main Line with his adoptive

family, Larry and Jennifer and their twin sons, Noah and Dan. Noah

and Dan are pictured here in the above photograph with Oogy. Main Line

Animal Rescue would like to thank Larry, Oogy's proud father, for

sharing his story and helping us educate people to the horrors of

dogfighting.

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> Help the Homeless, check your local animal shelters

> and rescue groups when looking for a pet.

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