“Why do they keep calling me Samara, all of us at the “mill” were only a number. I remember before I was loaded into a car and brought here from Ohio, I was in an outdoor kennel with others like me. No one ever petted us or gave us any attention other than to take our puppies and swat us. When I first got here, they put my food into a silver container, I didn’t know that I was supposed to eat out of it so I waited until they dumped my food on the ground like I was used to. I now have the bowl thing figured out but so many things that are so scary, they keep trying to put these things around my neck, they call them leashes, I have decided that nothing good can come from them. If they get a leash on me, then what, and where would they take me?
I spent a long time in a fenced yard with a heated dog house after I first arrived here, and I had other huskies that played with me, I was happy, but they would soon leave for some place called “home”. I never did see them again but soon I would have another friend. I sort of got used to my foster mom and would eat chicken out of her hand and we would play, I would run and have fun but she was always trying to get me to let her touch me, I was so good at staying just far enough away so she couldn’t. I learned to do that from the “mill” where they took my puppies. Their hands were not friendly hands and I soon learned that they are not to be trusted. I learned how to dig out from under the fence and I decided to explore the world a bit. I didn’t go to far and settled into a spot that was pretty nice but soon I was found, I spent a week there and people were trying to catch me, it was pretty funny really and I had no intention of letting them near me. I was well fed and visited daily and one day I decided that it was time to follow my foster mom home. I now knew how to get out of my yard and my foster mom told me that I needed to come to the shelter so that I wouldn’t leave again and maybe get hurt. I don’t know why they continue to brush and pet me, and talk to me, but every day the people here, they call themselves volunteers, spend time with me. So far I am able to act like I don’t really like it but I have to admit that I do look at them and wonder why they are not staying longer. I have a roommate all the time and I really like that, I can howl pretty loud if they leave me alone. I’m not sure what life has in store for me, I know that I will never forget the abuse of the mill. And noises, oh man, some of them scare me so bad, like gunshots, but I know all to well what they mean. Thunder can be pretty scary too, because they sound like guns sometimes.
They tell me that I deserve to have a home of my own where someone will love me just as I am, I’m not sure if I can return that love but maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Maybe, just maybe, there is a special someone just for me. I know after 3 years Sammi went to a home. I’m not exactly sure what a home is but it must be a nice place as all the other kids that live here are waiting for their “home”. So many memories, I wish I could forget them but I know how lucky I am to have got a second chance away from the “mill”. I just know that there are hundreds like me that never get that chance. Could my second chance be with you?”
Let us know if you’d like to meet Samara, just call 716/326-PAWS. A home with another dog would be the ideal situation for her. An application is on her webpage: http://www.caninerescue.org/available-pets/?view=pet-details&id=46920332