Special Needs, My Puggie Butt!

I’ve been meaning to write a post on Hazel for quite some time now, but I’ve always wanted to have a few more photos to give a greater sense of exactly how amazing she is.

Well. Photos, or not, it’s time.

Hazel came into rescue as an abused puppy mill survivor (her fantastic story is here), and has found her forever home with perhaps the best family she could find.

When I went to visit Hazel’s family to drop off little rescue transport, Samwise, I had no idea that the little brown bomber who was deeking around and racing – RACING! – around the backyard was Hazel.

It wasn’t until we all calmed down a bit that I saw her face for the first time, and was able to take this photo:

The Mighty Hazel

Pugs are prone to a number of ailments, not the least of which is eye injury and, in many cases, eye loss. Lola’s good (and delightfully spoiled) buddy, Merry, for example, just had an eye removed, and it has been a hard adjustment for her people – but not for her!

Hazel is so active, that her family has nicknamed her “Crazel”. She is clearly so happy to have a good home, and a second chance at life after surviving the horrors of the puppy mill. Nothing stops her. Nothing.

No eyes? No problem.

I know that I’m preaching to the choir when I say that puppy mills are truly evil places, but perhaps a reminder needs to go out that survivors or adoptees-in-waiting who have special needs are truly just as amazing as all those other dogs who have two working eyes, or four legs or regular blood work.

Hazel would certainly tell you that.

 

3 comments

  1. The important thing to remember about Hazel and what I try to always tell people is that Yes, she is Amazing. No, she isn’t unique in her adaptation to blindness. She may be a bit farther along the Reckless continuum than some, but I’ve had a few blind dogs in my life and Hazel is pretty typical for them–IF you let them be. They will adapt–some better than others–but they all mostly adapt well if allowed to.

  2. I owned a disabled pug for years and I learned to stop feeling sorry for her because she didn’t seem to mind one bit. She enjoyed the abilities she still had and unlike humans, never seemed to dwell on what she had lost.

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