Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Everyone who has pets would agree that they are apart of your family. What kind of animal lover would I be if I neglected to introduce you all to the other members of My Asylum? We have a total of 5 dogs and a cat. There is a story behind each of these animals and how we came to adopt them. They are like children and each have to be treated differently according to their
psychological disorders personlality quirks. I have always lived by the theory that things happen for a reason and I truly believe that we found them because we were mentally equipped (equally as insane) to care for them. So here is the start of a second look into My Asylum……
“Post Traumatic Stress Disorder”
I’m going to start with the latest addition to My Asylum. I am starting with Bella because she was already introduced in my post A Thief. She joined the Asylum about 3 years ago and at first was thought to be the only sane member of our household. That quickly changed.
Isn’t she cute? Bella is a Jack Russel Terrior and we got her from a friend that we use to work with. She was the runt of the litter and extrememly small. She was so small, that when we first got her she could fit in the palm of my hand (awwwwwwww). Within a few hours she was attached to my hip. Within two days though, I started to get worried because something didn’t feel right. I knew she was small but she just didn’t seem to be eating or playing like I thought she should. Within a few hours of becoming alarmed she just layed there and wouldn’t move. I was a mess and of course had Mr T rush her to the emergency animal hospital (way to go Mr T). Mr T knew that I was panicked waiting at home and after some tests were run and medication was given through an IV, I received this picture on my phone~
Bella had a parasite that she had gotten before even being born and because she was the runt and was so small it became life threatening. She had to spend some time in the hospital but pulled through. She has problems with her blood sugar and controlling her own body temperature (must wear a jacket in the cold) but is otherwise doing well, except…………..the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (the Asylum’s official diagnosis).
Bella believes that she should have been an only child and reminds me of this every day. She doesn’t seem to mind the children with 2 legs but the other ones with four legs are a huge problem for her. Mr T has tried to explain to her that they were here before she was but that doesn’t seem to matter to her. About a year and a half ago we noticed that she was becoming increasingly aggresive towards the other dogs. I was getting really sick at the time and if any of the other dogs would come near me she would growl. I kept warning Mr T that there would be a problem soon but he thought it would all be okay. Then it happened. Our biggest most aggresive dog (her introduction coming soon) and my little bitty Bella got into a fight. Mr T had to rip Bella out of a set of jaws and rush her to the emergecy animal hospital, once again, because she was bleeding uncontrollably from her neck. I was a mess and was convinced my dog had just died.
Within ten minutes Mr T called to let me know that she would be okay. She had a puncture wound that went through her bottom jaw but they had given her medication to slow down the bleeding and it would slowly heal on it’s own (this dog is going to be the death of me). I was thrilled that I still had my Bella but she was never the same dog after that. She became obsessed with anything that would squeak and is now hoarding plastic sqeaker toys. The A&E network contacted her about doing a one hour special but she refused to let the camera men near her things. She continues to have aggression towards the other dogs so they have to be seperated at all times. She growls at all big brown dogs, even ones that come up on the TV (we had to parental control animal planet).
She is currently in therapy but showing little to no progress. It is believed that she is putting together a plan to have the other dogs taken out. She hired a hitman (the cat) at one point in time but the plan failed when the cats claws got stuck in the carpet and she couldn’t move (a poorly thought out plan). She releases her aggressions by attacking the others dogs (my pillows) through the bedroom window when they are in the back yard. Its quite a scene. See for yourself……..