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Dakota gets his 3rd chance at age 9

Beautiful Evelyn

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Evelyn is Dakota’s bulldog. She belongs to him. That wasn’t the plan when we brought her home, but it’s how things have worked out. Evelyn is the opposite of Dakota in every way. She was a planned pregnancy, born in a hospital with happy attendants, raised in a warm home with children and toys–and plenty of food. Evelyn is a spoiled brat.

Dakota is tremendously devoted to Evelyn. He has never been an only dog, and we don’t for a minute think he would be good at it. Evelyn provides the comic relief the family all need, and she provides Dakota with a reason to haul himself up and engage with his day. Without her, I truly think Dakota would vegetate and pine away.

So here are some pictures of beautiful Evelyn.

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2 Comments to

“Beautiful Evelyn”

  1. February 28th, 2011 at 8:44 pm      Reply CatiesMom Says:

    Aw. She IS a darling. Especially that last pose! LOL!

  2. February 28th, 2011 at 9:22 pm      Reply Dakota Dawg Says:

    Yes Carmen, Evelyn believes in flaunting it. She is neither demure nor feminine, but she’s sturdy!

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What came before

Dakota is our Golden Retriever mix, and he was likely born in February 2002. His full name is South Dakota Watson, and we found him on Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota in August 2002. The area we discovered him had no homes, no structures, no bodies of water, no shelter. He had his permanent teeth but was still a puppy, so we assumed 6 months was a reasonable age guesstimate. He weighed 12 pounds, which was grossly underweight. Two weeks later, he weighed 23 pounds. He was too weak to eat much so we fed him 6 times a day. Sometimes he would just collapse at his food dish and fall down, and I would have to feed him by hand.

I wish Dakota could write this page because he is the only one who knows the beginning. From his birth until the day we found him, we have no idea what he endured. Well, that’s not entirely true. We know some of it, and other bits we can infer from his behavior. For instance, we know for a fact that Dakota was suffering from malnutrition, sarcoptic mange, assorted internal parasites, flea anemia, dehydration and dental enamel hypoplasia (pitting and staining of the teeth commonly resulting from distemper as a puppy before the teeth emerge). We can infer that Dakota had distemper from the hypoplasia. We can infer that he was deliberately dumped. And we can infer that a man in a baseball cap wearing sunglasses hit him with some kind of stick and chased him off with a hose. Dakota has problems with all of those things.

Dakota has every reason in the world to hate people, but he doesn’t. He’s very mistrustful of strangers, but he is beyond loyal to his family. Once he meets someone and gets the ok from us, he opens his heart to them, too. He is very attached to me, probably because he was isolated (due to the mange) for the first 11 weeks we had him. He had nice digs set up for him in our house, but he could only look at our other 2 dogs and not touch them. I was the one providing all his care during that time, as we found out the hard way that mange can be transfered to humans. To protect our young son, no one but me played with Dakota during those 11 weeks.

Because we feel pretty sure that Dakota survived distemper, and he survived being abandoned, surviving cancer should be no biggie for him.

We know Dakota’s cancer is not an osteosarcoma, and his chest films were clear, one month apart. We are very optimistic about his long-term prognosis in light of those facts. Hopefully we have several more years with him and he will grow old with us, just as he should.

Right after we got home with Dakota, all 12 pounds of him.

Eyes swollen shut, ragged ears, and just as calm as could be.