I recently came across an FB post which showed a really emaciated female boxer, who had been legally adopted and then………transferred to multiple families thereafter! With no regard to her diet and mental agony! Following the traumatic journey, where she got no love, only despair, she developed severe enzyme deficiency and is now unable to absorb any nutrients. Going to be a long uphill journey for her full recovery.
All boxers live for is to love their human! Given a chance they take every opportunity to show their complete selfless devotion to their humans. And they are such sensitive beings, given to anxiety and depression like any other living being on this earth, but more than normal. The worst thing is, this is not a one-off case.
Looking into the eyes of an animal, the innocence and love that they mirror, how does anybody have the heart to abuse it and abandon it?
Just thinking about what the dogs go through………. the sense of being not wanted, being discarded like a non-living thing, looking for love and not receiving it, desperately looking up at the human and trying to figure out what they did wrong, and if the wrong was really so bad that they could not be accepted……….its the most traumatic sensation for me…….standing on the outside………..what the poor pooch goes through is too hurtful for me.
And I have 5 dogs who are testimony to neglect and discard by the humans, the so-called higher species.
Case in point Aryan, the new boxer! He wants attention and love to the exclusion of anything else! He has these huge round eyes that will dilate to their maximum when he is agitated! And he gets agitated every time some human pets and fondles his sibling in the pack. He bawls and howls the loudest, demanding attention and exclusivity! Like a baby! No underhand issue, no hidden agendas. Just bask in the love of a human. How difficult is that to give. How painful when love is asked and not given.
Pari, the other boxer, is the same, but she is now so sure of getting enveloped in love from us, that she is not so demanding!
No other pooch is just quite as demanding.
With Pari and Aryan, every human is potentially a target for receiving love! So any and every guest I have, their first duty once they enter the house, is to pamper these pooches. And even if the attention is paid for 2 extra mnts to his sibling, Aryan breaks out into a long soliloquy, interspersed every now and then by an irritated bark or snarl, telling the new human just who exactly is supposed to be continuously pampered!
Security is something that all living beings need. And when you are enveloped in that blanket, then health and happiness abound. Although Sandy the dalmatian, has been with us for over 9 yrs, I still think she feels the trauma of being abandoned all those years back when she was just 9 months old! Because she still keeps a very watchful eye on me and especially when we go out, I cannot go out of the periphery of her eyes, or else she gets very agitated!
But Pari, she just lives in the moment! No past trauma can lessen the joie-de-vivre of a boxer! And this is how she shows it, completely laid back! In fact, people who I showed the pics to, thought she was drunk!
And the time Sandy was sleeping soundly in her sofa, and Aryan sneakily got in right beside her! Then both slept soundly even while the TV was on full volume!
Normally, Pari and Aryan are best buddies. But Pari still calls the shots and she kind of dominates over all her siblings. There was this time a week ago, when Aryan picked up a ‘ball’ from the sidewalk, in the morning walk, in other words, a coconut shell. He kept playing with it all through but the moment he reached home, he dropped it at the gates like a hot potato! No amount of cajoling would entice him to take the ball into the house, like all the other times. When I looked up, I saw Pari standing near the door, like a guard! The previous day, they had had a no-holds-bared fight over just such a ‘ball’ and Aryan remembered that and refused to get into a confrontation again!
But when they start another game, all past fights are forgotten and they come together like the best buddies they are.
In fact, Pluto, the cocker spaniel, and Aryan, have started playing so joyously together that one tends to forget that Aryan is 3 times Pluto’s size or that Pluto is blind!