Only God (and her parents' owners) knows the exact date in February, 2014, when baby Mill Mill and her siblings were born. I saw in an announcement for a local pet shelter that five puppies were available for adoption. The picture online showed all of the puppies except for one. The last one was lying underneath the others. (That would be Millie.) They were cute and sparked my interest. I contacted the shelter and claimed a long haired female. Thereafter, the feed exploded with people wanting one of the puppies, so much so, that I thought I'd lost out. Here's the story on Millie's surrender, as told to me, by the shelter's employee and the pick up.
|At the shelter, just before we exited the place. Notice|
There was a couple who owned a Shih Tzu and a Maltese, a male and female because that's how it works. The employee didn't know which was which. Unbeknownst to the owners, the dogs mated and the couple was not prepared for six puppies. As told to me, the couple tried to care for the parents and the six puppies, but it became too much financially and too much work. The owners called the shelter to see if they could surrender five of the six puppies. The shelter said yes. Five of the puppies were surrendered at about six weeks of age and were completely covered in fleas. (I feel like this is too young to be away from their mother, but they didn't ask me.) After the surrender, the shelter treated the puppies for worms and fleas. They were put up for adoption a week later (I think), but would not go home until they had a their first shots and were spay and neutered at 9 weeks. They were a little over 9 weeks(they thought) when they were finally adopted out.
I met Millie at seven weeks, but was not allowed to touch her or even breathe on her. I was asked to stand in the doorway and was told the above story and shown at that time the results of her flea infestation. It was bad, folks.
|Millie's first night at home. She did really well.|
|First night. Millie killing her first animal.|
On the way home, I discovered her feisty spirit. She was not to be contained in the box I'd brought for a normal puppy to ride home in. I didn't think I would need to transport her in a crate at that point. Wrong! Please note that Millie has never been normal.
This was my life for the first six or so months. I wore a lot
of pants that summer and my furry boots, too, to protect
April 2017. Millie's color changed from what
her colors were originally. Typical of a Shih Tzu
I am told.
Until this year, Millie hasn't warmed up to anyone in my family except my daughter. After my dad passed away in March, she decided the family needed her more, I guess,and has allowed others to hold and pet her. That's Millie for you, everything in her own time.
Look at me. Too attached. I never meant to love little Millie this much.
If you haven't read them, a few posts about Millie:
As a therapy dog to my mom
Millie, a giraffe and our conversation
Millie and Dr. Phil
Random thoughts about Millie and stuff
Millie can't control herself
More Millie Shenanigans
Millie and Selfies