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Sammy finally trusted me enough to condescend to accept a treat from me. He loved those little dental treats shaped like a log with a hollow centre. He took it gingerly from my hand, looking around all the while in case someone was there to take it away. Then he toddled off with it towards…

In an effort to get the little guy to drink more, I placed three dishes of water on each floor, so he could be encouraged to drink. He did. But only at night. No matter where he drank, it was seldom during the day. I even hooked a large birdie drinking dish onto the inside…

M, Sammy’s other mom, gave me a very extensive list of Sammy’s issues before we took him home. Turns out he was quite allergic to some things like wheat, chicken and all poultry, which I assumed meant eggs too. She said he would do a lot of scratching, which he certainly was doing. He might…

The Day We Met He was shaking with terror as I pet him in his kennel. M said that it was his safe place and he practically lived there. It was in her office, so he could be near her, the only person he trusted.I asked if I could hold him and was surprised that…