|"Hi my name is Reno" and I am 5 years old. I have always tried to be a good and well behaved dog, but sometimes I do slip up. This must have been a doozy, because my owners have brought me here and are telling the lady behind the counter, words like "move" and "give him up". I am just going to have to try harder to be a good boy!!!
A strange lady is taking me away from my family, and I don't know why. "Hey guys...please give me one more chance". I'm not sure I like this new place. It is cold and damp, and there are lots of scary noises. There sure are a lot of other dogs here. They keep barking and howling. They don't seem very happy either. I guess I will have to cheer them up. "Hi my name is Reno". Well so much for that idea. They all bark and growl at me as I walk by. The lady who is walking me seems very nice. She says it will all be okay. I wonder what she means by that? I wonder if this is my new home? Gosh I sure hope not. There isn't much room to move and there are Pit Bulls on both sides of me, but I will try to be as good as I can.
Underweight, feces and urine matted, flea dermatitis, infections, conjunctivitis, unadoptable and euthanasia. What do all those words mean? Maybe after a good nights sleep things will look better in the morning.
Gosh, I could hardly sleep at all last night. Everyone barked and howled all night. Doesn't any one sleep around here? I can barely move after sleeping on that cold hard floor. I sure miss my family.
Hello, here is some one new to see me. She seems nice. she says her name is Sandy. "Hi Sandy, my name is Reno". She's taking me for a walk. It sure feels good to stretch my legs. Maybe if I'm good she will take me home with her?
Sandy doesn't seem too pleased with my skin and coat. Lots of sores, mats, eye and ear infections. Poor condition, but very well behaved I heard her say. She says Paul from Irish Setter Rescue will be back. "Good bye Reno, you be a good boy. Paul will be back tomorrow". I guess that means she won't take me home with her.
Hey, here comes some one. It must be Paul. He doesn't look very happy. In fact, he looks down right angry. "Hi my name is Reno". He talks to me in a soft, kind voice. "How the hell could anybody let a dog get in this condition? Don't worry Reno, we will take good care of you". Hey, Paul is taking me out to his van. He has a crate in it. He asked me to get in. No problem. When I was younger and used to go to dog shows I rode in a crate. Doesn't he know that? Sure was a long ride to Paul's house.
Now he wants me on the grooming table. No problem, I used to do that a lot. He sure looks angry again. He keeps saying things like feces, mold in the mats on my back, and very heavy matting every where else. There is one continuous matt that runs all the way from my ears, down my front and sides of my neck and chest, under my front legs and belly, ribcage, stomach, back legs and up to the base of my tail. He says he will leave as much coat as he can. Ouch he cut me! Ouch again, now he nicked my ear and it's bleeding. Paul is very angry now!!! He says he wishes he could get his hands on who let me get in this condition.
Hey, here's some one new named Sharen. "Hi Sharen, I'm Reno". She is trying to calm Paul down. I am trying to be good, but I may bleed to death. She says the only thing they can do is shave the whole mat off. Gosh this mat is coming off in a very large piece. Now they are concerned about hundreds of fleas and eggs in the mat and on my skin. Don't worry guys. Just get it off. Who cares what I will look like after. I feel better already.
Hey, here is some one new. His name is Scott. "Hi Scott my name is Reno". Scott says I smell really bad. How does he think it smells from where I am? Scott and Paul are bathing me over and over. They have to scrub my skin with a brush to get all the flea eggs off. Hey the drain water is red...am I bleeding to death? Gosh this blow dryer sure feels good, but I am getting tired. It sure has been a long day.
This morning, Scott bathed me 2 more times and says I still stink. We are going to see Dr. Chalmers. She checks my skin for mites, parasites, and infections, as well as cleans my ears. I feel better already, but now Paul is taking me to see Dr. Farland who will check out my inner problems. I didn't know I had that many problems. Dr. Farland poked and prodded. He stuck sharp things in me and took blood. I didn't know I had any left. It's been another long day.
Well, I have been at Paul's house for 3 weeks now. Still lots of grooming, but I smell much better now. The food is good here, I get plenty of walks, and play with the other dogs here. I feel terrific.
There is a lady here to see me today. Her name is Moyna. "Hi my name is Reno". She tells me she just loves Irish Setters and had her last one 14 years. She misses her very much. She takes me for a walk and tells me how well behaved I am and how handsome I am. She seems nice, and she tells me she has another dog named Lassie, who is 10 years old, and 3 cats. She and her son Joe have a big house with a large yard to run in. She asks if I would like to come live with them. Is she kidding? I would hate to leave here, but I would rather live with her than anyone else. What are we waiting for? Lets go! Now Moyna is leaving and says good bye. I guess I wasn't good enough. Maybe I shouldn't have jumped up and licked her face. Will I never learn?
Today Paul, Sharen, and Scott are taking me for a long ride. Paul keeps saying it's all worth it. Once we get there, we finally stop. I can hardly wait to get out. Gosh, this is a real nice looking home. I wonder who lives here? The front door is opening. Hey, it's Moyna, Joe and Lassie. Do you suppose they want me to live with them after all? I'll just run over and let them know that I'll be good if I can stay.
"Hi guys, my name is Reno."