She's named for the area of town that she resided in for over a YEAR. Felida lived on the streets, refusing to let anyone get close to her to catch her or even pet her. She lived in a field, made herself a den, and ate garbage and the occasional treat or kibble the people in the neighborhood would leave her.
When winter came, they made her a little box with blankets.
When summer came, and Animal Control had given up on catching her, one of the neighbors emailed me desperate. They all loved this little Pit Bull and wanted to see her safe and not on the streets.
If AC couldn't catch her what made them think I could?
It was worth a try.
I brought the neighbors tranquilizers the evening before and asked them to put it in some wet food and set it out in the morning. From their back deck they could see the food and they were to call me as soon as they saw her eat it.
And she gobbled it all up.
My husband and I drove out there with a catch pole and our fingers crossed..... thinking we would find a feral and upset Pit Bull that we would have to euthanize.
What we found was a tiny little Pit Bull, black with a white chest... stumbling around the field like a drunken midget. We caught her and brought her to the shelter for impound.
I helped vaccinate her and deworm her, thinking that when the meds wore off she was going to be an ornry little bugger.
I was wrong.
Later on in the day I went back to see her again, I took a chance and went inside her kennel and sat on the concrete floor. She approached fearfully, tail tucked, but licked my face.
I told myself the drugs were still affecting her and that I would try again tomorrow.
Tomorrow was Sunday and I went to see her again.
Same response, she kissed me and this time I got tail-wags. Her body was shaking from head to toe, she looked ill from the stress of the shelter. If she was to get better from this ordeal she was going to need to get out of there.
I arranged with the shelter that we are fostering her until her stray hold is up, and then PNWPBR will own her and make the call on euthing her or not. Im hopeful that we won't have to, and these pictures should speak for themself.
At the Shelter
Kissing Carly, our Post-Adoption's counselor
Kissing "Mom" aka Ellena, the Executive Director
It is now Wednesday and the 4th of July. Felida is doing well and she even went out to dinner with Josh and Lisa and I! She hung out under the table like a little trooper and took bits of food and allowed the waitress to feed her! Yay Felida! Felida is now legally owned by PNWPBR and we will ensure that she is safe and healthy until she is ready for her forever home that can give her all the love that she deserves!
Here are a few more pictures:
She now smiles!
And kisses her "dad"
and has the cutest little upside-down heart on her nose!
UPDATE: July 11th, 2007
Felida's Story is featured in The Columbian!
UPDATE! July 12th, 2007
Felida's family has been found! Joy and Mike Winters of Vancouver, WA have been searching for their dog, Simba, since November of 2005!!!
Also, read this awesome opinion piece in the Columbian!