Libby's been Liberated

by Corky Becker
(Palatka, Florida)

When I was rescued, they called me Liberty because I was liberated from a terrible place called a puppy mill. I was a puppy mill dog used only for breeding. I lived my 8-10 years in a wire cage along with another Mini. All we both did was have puppies 2-3 times a year.

When I was rescued, I weighed a grand total of 3 pounds (I now weigh 11 lbs). I was so matted they had to shave me to my skin. That's when they found huge sores the size of lemons, on several places of my body.

The doctors didn't think I was going to make it, because when I was rescued, I was dying from malnutrition and severe dehydration. I was nursing 5 pups at the time.

I was fostered by a deer lady named Sherry and after a month I was adopted by my mom & dad. I didn't know what love was and grass was a new adventure for me as well. Mom taught me how to go up and down steps, and showed me more love than you could ever imagine.

I've learned how to play with toys now, and balls are my favorite. I can run like the wind now and eat like a pig. It took mom over a year to house break me. I was so used to just 'going potty' at any time and any where in my cage, so I was pretty stubborn about learning housebreaking techniques.

I now live with a mom that loves me to death and I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters that love me, too.

I still walk kind of funny because of standing on a wire floor in my cage for all those years ~ but I've been liberated!