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The Beginning (2011):
August 29, 2020, 5:04 pm
Filed under: Lana's Story

My mother had just passed away from Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML) two months previously (September 2011). My father had passed away when I was 13. In December of that year I was 22 years old and I was graduating from college with a Bachelors of Fine Arts in Painting and I hadn’t a clue how I was going to continue onward without a family after my mother’s passing.

But I knew I needed a dog.

I needed a companion, a dog that would get me up in the mornings and sleep near me at nights. A dog that would lick my tears away and make me laugh at the darnedest things.

Having grown up on a small horse farm I wanted a bigger dog with a big personality, but one that wanted to be with its person. I wanted a dog that was upbeat but could still snuggle and watch movies. I didn’t have the energy in me for a super high energy breed (herding / german short hair / etc) as I was still struggling with grief and depression. Growing up we always had labradors on our farm, but my boyfriend at the time (now husband) suggested a Boxer or Boxer mix type dog. He had spent time volunteering at an animal shelter in the Kansas City Metro area and had encountered far more dog breeds than my limited exposure and the myriad of dog personality types out there.

My first response when he said a Boxer-type breed would be the perfect breed for me was, “What? But they are kind of ugly!” (Yes, I’ll admit – I hadn’t a clue back then just how wrong I was.) Still, he persisted, “No, that type of dog is perfect for you. Look, here’s one – let’s take a look at her.” He was looking on a rescue website and showed me Lana’s portrait.

“6 month old Boxer Mix Female dog with Anxiety. Demodectic Mange. Will need Ivermectin and continued veterinarian care.”

My response to him: “No way, that’s not what I’m looking for.”

His response to me:  “Let’s just go see her and then we can see other dogs at other places after. Come on.” 

He dropped me off to visit Lana (then Alana…I was obviously SO very creative with her name) and said he’d run a few errands and pick me back up in about an hour.

I remember the first time I saw Lana in that busy area of kennels in the middle of a store. The struggling rescue organization (it closed soon after I got Lana) was having an adoption event and Lana was in a wire crate, curled up, just a tiny broken looking thing. I announced I was the one who inquired about her and they quickly got her out, gave me her leash, and told me to just spend some time with her around the store.

So, Lana and I walked. She was full of nervous energy as she glanced at other people in the busy store. But she kept close to me on her leash. I found a quieter area and sat down so I could see her better and she sat up close to me. Lana was trembling, but even still, she politely leaned forward and licked my face.

If you’ve never smelled a dog with Demodectic Mange it’s hard to describe the smell – but the best thing I can think of is ” musty diseased flesh”. It’s this kind of putrid oder, slightly foul. The organization was struggling to take care of Lana; they had gotten her quite a ways from where she was, but Ivermectin is expensive. And Lana had a lot of issues going on. I sat on the floor with her and just kind of knew if I didn’t take this dog home with me she might not make it.

And I had her leash now wrapped tightly in my hand. I wasn’t about to leave her and I think she felt that, because she was glued to me just as much if not more so. When my boyfriend showed back up to pick us up I was already filling out adoption paperwork and getting a list of care she would need and off we went together to start our journey.

 

That night we learned just how bad Lana was with her immune system fight for survival. 

 

While snuggling with Lana on the floor of my boyfriend’s apartment I thought I saw something crawling on her skin. A tiny bug. And then I thought I saw another. For a bit, we snuggled more until I began to realize what they were – fleas. We quickly scooped her up and put her in his bathtub, lathered her up with Dawn dish soap as it was late and we didn’t have access to flea shampoo. As the suds built we began to see hundreds – honestly, maybe even thousands of fleas escaping her fur. Lana just kept her eyes locked on me. My boyfriend and I lathered her over and over again until we felt we’d gotten the majority of the fleas suffocated with suds and washed away from her.

Wrapped in a towel, Lana fell asleep beside my boyfriend’s dog Hektor. And that night, before we even really knew it, we all became a forever family.

 




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  1.    admin 08.29.20 @ 6:26 pm      

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  2.    paws120 08.30.20 @ 2:26 pm      

    Wow, what a sweet story. Thank you for saving this puppy’s life. Looking forward to following Lana’s story.

    Jackie and Huckleberry

  3.    jerry 08.30.20 @ 3:05 pm      

    Awwww that is such a beautiful, forever dog story! Who else would have given her the care and the love that she needed and deserved? I think your mom had a huge role in sending her your way. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

    P.S. My heart goes out to you, I’m so sorry you lost your parents at such a young age. Clearly Lana was destined to be your grief support angel.

  4.    lanabearstare 08.30.20 @ 4:46 pm      

    Thank you Jackie & Huckleberry! We’ve had quite the adventure these last 9 years together.

    Honestly, I think Lana saved me more than I saved her if we’re truthful. She’s an amazing dog.

    Popping over to read about your Huckleberry! I love the stories here on Tripawds.

  5.    lanabearstare 08.30.20 @ 4:49 pm      

    Jerry – I definitely think my Mom also helped pick Lana! My mom always knew my love for animals. I think she knew I needed a dog and helped me find the right one to get me through these last 9 years.

    And thank you for your condolences for my parents. It’s been a rough ride – but I had to learn mindfulness techniques and being in the moment just like “being more dog!” to get through. Being more like dogs is such a huge and powerful lesson that I believe can help in SO many situations in our lives.

    And thank YOU again for all your support these last several days!

  6.    brownie1201 08.30.20 @ 8:27 pm      

    What a beautiful story on how the two of you became one. It was meant to be. I think some people are watching over you from above…

  7.    roane226 08.31.20 @ 2:28 am      

    Such a sweet gotcha day story! Souls connect for a reason, you and Lana were cleary ment to be together ❤



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