Zoey, a Boston Terrier puppy mill survivor, brought a lot of joy to the life of her momma, Jean. We were so sorry to hear of her passing, and in memory of her, we wanted to share her story here with you.
Not Your Run-of-the-Mill Girl
Zoey spent the first six years of her life producing puppies for a backyard breeder in Nebraska. She ended up in a shelter, but was taken into foster care by MidAmerica Boston Terrier Rescue (MABTR) because she was simply too frightened for anyone to want to adopt her at the shelter. She was ready for her forever home shortly thereafter.
Zoey’s website adoption biography described a very shy, scared little dog who shook and shivered over almost anything. She’d likely not been out of her cage often and didn’t appear to trust humans much.
We knew we were her forever family when we read that Zoey needed a “kind of” quiet home, preferably with another dog. It said that a stay-at-home adult would also be good. We fit the bill, so my husband drove 2½ hours to pick up our new girl.
All our pets have been beloved family members, but never have we delighted in an animal’s development as we have with Zoey. Little antics like dragging clothes from the laundry basket or taking leashes, brushes, etc. from the dog tub into the living room as though she were having a party have us laughing.
When we installed a pet door, Zoey was the first one to figure it out, even though our other Boston, Josie, is very outgoing. Zoey amused us by going in and out and in and out repeatedly to show oﬀ the fact that she wasn’t afraid to use the new exit-and-entry system.
Zoey keeps numerous toys in our basement window well and likes to jump in and play with them every now and then. Watching her from the basement perspective is a special treat.
These are the joys of adopting a puppy mill dog. When I look at her sometimes and think what her life must have been like and what it is now, I’m so grateful we found her.
We lost Zoey for four days when she slipped out the garage door the first summer we had her. Those were the longest four days ever. We posted lost dog signs all around the community, and many people helped us search. Our local humane society put out a bulletin, and the radio stations made announcements.
Finally we received a call from a lady who thought she had spotted a little black-and-white dog at a gulch about six or seven blocks from our home. I was at work, but my husband went immediately to the location. Sure enough, there was Zoey. She was happy to be rescued all over again, and we were so excited that we had to tell everyone we had our Boston baby back.
Zoey is no run-of-the-mill dog, to be sure. She’s our special girl. –Jean Lakner