Holly

Holly arrived here yesterday, as a Foster Dog for another Rescue. Oh, my poor sweet Holly girl, she and her older sister (or possibly mother) Ivy are two of the sweetest Rottie Girls on the face of the earth. They were picked up running at large by animal control in Georgia, and would have been killed if they hadn't made it into rescue. I admit to a slight prejudice where Rottweilers are concerned, I simply adore them. I have spent time around several Rottweilers prior to deciding to start Lone Star, and have found them to be nothing less than enormous lap dogs, with a tendancy to drool a bit (ok, so that is an understatement). I just love them. Holly and Ivy make 5 Rotties here at Lone Star, each every bit as sweet, loyal, and loving as the last and none of them with ANY human or Dog aggression, even to my smaller foster dogs.
Poor Holly has to go to the Vet tomorrow, and will probably need surgery for a leg injury that is at least two months old. How anyone could have Holly around fro two months and not have done anything to get her medical care for that injury blows my mind, but Animal Control has it's own logic.
She is just a beautiful, beautiful example of what a Rottweiler should be, tall, strong, agile, and in a desperate quest for her next belly rub. I am so smitten with her that, if I didn't already have 3 dogs of my own, I would adopt her and Ivy, just to keep them together and safe with me.
She is just as sweet as sugar, and as loyal as the day is long. She'd rather get loving (and by that I mean sit literally on my lap with Ivy) than eat, and as underweight as she is that is impressive. She is a show quality dog, and the fact that someone could leave her and Ivy to fend for themselves on the streets (yes, I searched lost dog listings for the last two years hoping her owners gave a rat's butt), I can't understand. Both of them were spayed prior to being picked up, so I know at some point, someone had to care...how they could stop and just abandon these sweet girls, I will never know.
I absolutely adore them both, and know that finding them a forever family will be very bittersweet. They are just too wonderful to put into words, my sweet, brave girls.
I know Holly has to be hurting, her right front leg is swollen at the elbow, and she can not put any weight on it, yet she still is so gentle, even when I have to handle the injury to examine it. She doesn't even growl, just lays in my arms, and licks my hands. I swear she knows Mama will never let her be hurt again...let's not mention what I wish would happen to whoever caused her to suffer like this.
She paws at me, with her hurt leg, if I should happen to give Ivy some of my attention, instead of her, as if she is saying, Kiss my Boo-boo Mama, look! Much like a human child. Her big brown eyes are so full of trust, even with all she has been through, she still believes people are good. I wish I could be as confident.
I have no earthly idea how we are going to afford her surgery, but I believe something will happen so she can get better. I refuse to believe anything else is possible. My Holly is going to get well, and she and Ivy will find a wonderful family that will love them and protect them forever. Anything else would be a real tragedy, and they have both seen enough of that.
I will write tomorrow about Ivy, and update with the Vet's exam of Holly so I know what we are up against.