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Two years ago I decided to get a dog. I researched and found the kind of dog I would like to get. I live alone in an apartment but I still wanted a frisbee loving dog. I decided a boxer would be great. Then I read a few posts about how a lot of dogs need good homes and I decided I would use a rescue to find my dog. I searched online and found a rescue that I was comfortable with. I contacted the rescue and spoke to a woman that said she had puppy boxers and I should come and look. I took a drive and went to to go see the pups. The house was sparcely furnished and the couple didn't look very clean. I was hesitant. She brought up from the basement three adorable puppies. Not one of the puppies looked like boxers and they all looked different breeds. I asked her the story of the dogs and she said the litter was six and she had already given away three. She told me that the puppies came from Georgia, a kill shelter that tries to find no kill shelters around the states that are willing to take the puppies. I asked her how old the puppes were and she told me they were eight weeks old and she had had the puppies for a week. I signed the forms she requested and paid two-hundred and fifty dollars and left.
Here I was with this really cute puppy. I was living life. He and I were going to have a very happy life together. Boy, was I wrong!
The first week was not too bad. He had a little upset stomach and I just attributed it to nerves from the new move. I took him at the end of the first week to the vet to get a good checkup and make sure all was well. Imagine my surprise when the vet asked me where I got the puppy and that he was maybe six weeks old not eight. The vet proceeded to tell me the back teeth had not pushed through. He did not believe that the puppy had ever had shots because he would've been to young. So I left and contacted the rescue. She assured me that the puppy was eight weeks and that they had started his shots. The second week comes and he still has an upset stomach and many nightly trips outside. I called the vet. They told me to give him pepto, because it can settle his stomach. By the fourth week, I am half out of mind, from lack of sleep and nightly outdoor trips and constant worry. I call the rescue, they had up and disconnected their phone and email. I called the rescue group that they were supposedly working with; no one knew them and offered to take the puppy. Seriously! Well I was a bit discouraged but there was no way I was going to let this dog go somewhere that I didn't trust.
I called a new vet and took him there. Pepto was not working. The puppy was gaining and losing weight so fast, I had no idea what to do. They took feces and found found out he was full of worms. He had so many different kinds of worms it took about four months to finally get them all out. He got kennel cough even though the vet gave him the bordatella shot. He had to go on a prescription diet. He was on that diet a year before we were able to wean him off and try other diets. Through trial and error and allergy tests, we found he is allergic to all poutry, beef and pork. He has a hard time digesting treats unless they are grain free and venison. Frasier has an under-developed digestive tract, he has a messed up immune system (because he was taken to early from his mother). He has been diagnosed to possibly have IBS. It is just in the last two months that I have found a food that he actually gains weight and keeps down for the most part.
He has broken his leg through this ordeal and almost died from guardia. I have spent over 15000 in the last almost three years taking care of a puppy, that never really had a fighting chance because of some greedy rescue folks. I was planning on another puppy before going through all this. Even though he has been an incredible sick dog he has a great temperment. He is so lovable and cuddly. He will never get to his natural weight but we have been maintaining him a little over 50 lbs. He loves children and loves people. He loves to be hugged and have his stomach rubbed. Every dog he meets is a new friend. He is trained and housebroken. He is just so much a part of my life I can't bear to give him up. I just really need your help, whatever you can afford to give us. I need help with his vet bills and to keep him safe and happy. I have my own bills and sometimes he gets his last because I just don't have enough left over for him.
Thank you for taking your time to read this.