In the Beginning

My earliest days will remain a secret and can never be revealed. The most I can say is that I was born sometime in 2007. Probably early in the year.

In February 2008, I was wandering around a shopping center in the Shikun HaMizrach in Rishon le Zion, Israel. I was hungry and thirsty and a scruffy mess. I remember this lady walking by with a dog. Our eyes met, and for a moment I had this hopeful feeling that she could see what a great little doggie I was, but at the end she just kept going. Rats. But the next day, she came by again, and this time after asking around and hearing from the guard at the entrance that I had been here for over a week, she looped the end of the dog's leash over my head and I walked home with them.

First thing she gave me some food and water. You can imagine how hungry and thirsty I was. Then she put a leash on me again, and took me in her car to a vet. She asked the vet to look for a my-crow-chip or something, which he didn't find. I remember him looking at my ears and saying that they looked awfully swollen and maybe I would need treatment for hematoma! (That happens when a dog has itchy ears, and shakes his head so much that the blood collects in the ear flaps. Ewww!)


Did I mention that I was rather scruffy? Well, I was a real mess. I was just a mass of tangles and mats. Anyways, she takes me back home and gets out a pair of scissors to try to trim off the mats, but she couldn't even get the point of the scissors through my fur. That's how bad I was!

This is me when she just found me...what a mess!

She ended up calling a groomer to come over and give me a haircut. I didn't really like the buzz of the clippers, but it was a relief getting rid of all that itchy mass of hair. And guess what, my ears were fine. The fur had been so matted on them that the vet thought it was my actual ears and not fur.

This is what I looked like after the haircut:

I am here a very naked dog. (Blush)

As I said, it was February, and naked dogs are not very warm, so Linda (being the creative person she is) threw together a little jacket for me from a pair of old leg warmers.

I'm not really fond of the pink color, but it was nice and cozy.

The lady's name was Linda. She told her husband (who wasn't thrilled, I could tell, about having another dog) that she would look for someone to adopt me. I liked this house and didn't really want to end up anywhere else. So I knew I would have to do something. As you can see, I am still here. So my plotting worked. But more about that another time.