PIXIE'S STORY
Maureen Scott writes:
	When he opened the door, she raced through and into the house, shedding fleas randomly in her wake. At the sight of the other dogs, her eyes rolled frantically. Unerringly, she found the huge dog crate in the office and dived in, retreating to the back where she huddled miserably.
Her name was Pixie. Her elderly owner was obliged to surrender her to Rescue because she was going to a care facility which did not allow dogs. Barely able to contain her tears, this poor woman gave Pix one last hard hug and handed her over to AireCanada volunteer Jim Scott. He said afterwards that it was one of the most difficult pick-ups he had ever done. Poor Pix. Her body was covered with bleeding, festering sores and her ears were so infected that pus streamed from them. Fleas writhed beneath her matted fur and her uncut nails rattled against the floor boards. Between an owner suffering from dementia and a disinterested adult daughter also in the home, it seemed Pix had been having a tough time of it -- alternately forgotten by one and neglected by the other. So Ms Pix was thrust into the arms of the AireCanada Airedale Rescue Network where she was cleaned, medicated, groomed & cherished. The growth on her eyelid was removed; a decayed tooth was extracted; a tumor the size of a ping pong ball was excised from inside her leg. The fleas were banished. Her ears were medicated and the weeping sores coated with soothing ointments. A potential carcinoma was sliced off her hip. She was given good food and healthy supplements and a comfy place to sleep. A home that seemed perfect was found for Ms Pix and so, one sunny afternoon, she drove off with her new owner, her coat shining like black paint in the bright light. Unfortunately, through no fault of her own or AireCanada's, the adoption failed and Ms Pix landed back in Rescue. She arrived at our home just five short days prior to Christmas to join two other Airedales, a Toy Poodle, two adults, and a house guest who came complete with c*t. Pix rolled her huge eyes and ignored the cat but she loved all the friends & relatives who came to the Christmas Day feast. They made much of her, patting and stroking her big head, and complimenting her on her lovely shiny coat and fuzzy paws. To everyone's delight, after dinner, Pix lay down in the middle of the carpet, hugged a toy, and fell fast asleep. We looked for another home for Pix but by now, we had come to realize that Pix had serious food allergies. Grains were poisonous to her system and she was offered a special grain-free diet. Although there were many applicants for Pix, none was interested in dealing with special diets. "If we can't feed her kibble, then we don't want her", we heard repeatedly. So . . . poor unwanted Pixie joined the Scott Circus and now shares a home with Angie, Courtenay (a/k/a Littlest Lunatic) & Pifflesqueak the Toy Poodle. She has her own bed, a Big Country Raincoat, a custom-made Hippy Dippy Doggy Coat for chilly days and more toys than she's likely ever owned in her life, including her favorite -- a fuzzy Rocky Raccoon stuffie, fully three feet long with squeakers in each toe and at the end of his tail.
She has leashes, a new collar and dozens of bandanas, thanks to Andréa Denninger, Sue Forrester and her own mom as well.
CONTINUE WITH MS PIX HERE