Foxy

My name is Foxy.

I am a sweet but shy spayed female, approximately 3 years old.

I weigh about 7 kgs (15 lbs).

My brother and I were street dogs who eked out a meager existence on a piece of vacant land in Bangkok. We ate what we could, when we could, and huddled together for warmth and comfort when we were scared, hungry or cold.

It was not a very happy life - and it was destined to become even sadder.

One day, a huge machine monster came onto our land and began chewing up the earth and spitting out great mounds of it. We were terrified and prepared ourselves for the worst.

So scared were we, that we could not even move. We froze to the spot, lying flattened against a hard earth ridge in the ground, when the monstrous beast opened its great jaws to eat us.

But then the machine stopped with a hissing sigh. A man stepped out of the "bulldozer" (as he called the monster) and approached us to investigate.

We trembled in terror.

At that moment, by concidence, a darter was out sedating street dogs to be spayed and neutered. 

The two men conferred for a moment - and then the next thing I knew, I gave out a yelp as I felt a terrible snake bite in my hip. I could not have known it was a tiny piercing dart that instantly made me sleepy. The last thing I saw was my brother falling to the ground, too, as he tried to retreat.

When I woke up, I was here. And I had lots of stitches on my belly, so it was very sore.

The darter had brought us here to the WSK dog condo after we were spayed and neutered since he knew of no other safe option for us now that our home had been razed.

I have not tasted freedom since - and although I don't long for the strife-filled life I endured on the streets of Bangkok, I am afraid of the massive dog population here and of the overcrowding and noise. I don't want out...and yet I hate to be caged in.

Both of our lives here are terribly unhappy.

My brother is in an even worse state than I am - he hides and is so fearful that he can hardly be approached by humans.

I am different - I trust more. I will come to a kindly outstretched hand with a tidbit or treat for me. It's not the treat I care about - it's the promise of this funny thing called 'affection' that some humans do. It's hard to explain, but they touch you with their naked paws in a kind way, and speak to you in a soft voice - and it gives me a warm, lovely feeling unlike anything I have ever known. I had never experienced anything even remotely like that until I came here - and I still experience it very rarely, as the humans who move around us are so busy and have so many dogs and cats to care for.

In-between times, many days and even weeks may pass before someone has a desire to cuddle me again. So I spend each day hiding. I know every little ditch in the soil…and every protected corner in the shelter…and every hidey-hole there is to know here at WSK.

I look like a fox, and even act like one. 

Now you see me - now you don't.

I have heard, though, that a thing called a 'home' exists. It's supposed to be like WSK except it has real walls and doors and windows and protection from bad weather. Oh, and it doesn't have a thousand dogs crowded into it - it has none. Or maybe one or two others that will become your friends and show you the ropes of how to be a 'house dog' (as they call it). The best part about these so-called 'homes' is that the people who live inside them just want to give you this 'affection' business all day long.

I know it sounds far too incredible to be true - and frankly, I'm not a betting dog, so I can't say I believe it either.

But I am a hopeful dog. 

I am a dreamer.

Every day, I look through these bars that surround me and frame my existence here, and I dream this 'home' thing might be the real deal. I don't suppose that even if they do exist, anyone would be jumping up and down to pick a sad, shy little dog like me to live in it. 

But when I'm feeling particularly down, I dream that that just might happen for me one day…after all, a dog can dream, can't she?

Love, Foxy

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For more information on how to adopt me, or any of my friends here at WSK, please have a look at this informational post here or contact Soot Liang Woo by email at tontopepper@yahoo.com.sg

Adoption of WSK dogs in Thailand are coordinated by Soot. 
In the UK, please contact Carly Jane Evans at carlyjane45@gmail.com
In the USA, please contact Marjon Tondravi (East Coast) at tondravi@yahoo.com
or Dawn Trimmel (Midwest USA) at trimmel@usa.net

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