Some dogs are sweet little secrets and Peter has been one of those. It’s time to share now though as he deserves the attention and understanding of many. This little boy, of slight build and frame, came to us five weeks ago. He was just ten weeks old yet he wore the hardships of his life in his eyes. Literally. Both eyes showed physical damage but only one had to be removed. Still, the light of his spirit shone through. He pranced about, head held high and only when the big dogs bowled over him in play, did he lie down and give in.

During the surgery to remove his eye, the vets found that his jaw was dislocated as well. They believe he took some kind of blow to his head, something violent enough to puncture his eye and knock his jaw bone out of alignment. Did he lie down then? Did he give in? Most likely not. He would have taken a just moment to catch his breath and let the pain subside slightly before moving himself to safety. Some tiny hiding place where he wouldn’t be seen or found. A grungy place where he could think. How long would it have taken this nine-week-old pup to determine the best way to face the world on his own? Did he know he was badly injured or did he think he had simply gone through a rite of passage, some ritual that led the way to growing up? All this boy would have wanted was a chance to see more, do more and be more. So that is what he set off to do.

He wandered Attawapiskat, as an orphan pup, with the weight of the world on his tiny shoulders. Despite roaming aimlessly, Peter believed he had begun his journey to a better day. And, as it turned out, he had. He was found surrendered to Floyd, our dog hero.  

Peter had to gain strength before he could be operated on so he ate well, cuddled generously and rolled about in play. Peter didn’t think he could ever be happier so imagine his surprise when, after surgery, he was free from pain and felt a sense of well-being.  

It no longer amazes me that these dogs survive the way they do and that they still hold hope and faith in their hearts. What continues to stun me is that so some people can ignore them. For many, they are seen clearly only when determining the amount of money to charge for their flight out of the community. A flight paid by others.

Several people donated to Birch’s care after I posted his story and he sighed when I told him how he had inspired so many. Up until then, he had thought there were only five kind people in the world. Since being adopted, he has discovered a love for children, the joy of making new friends in a dog park and that some toys belong to others and not him. He still has much to learn but he is eager to please. Now that he understands the abundance of life, I wonder if he looks back and questions why so much was withheld from him and for so long. Most likely not. Both he and Peter are the, “look on the bright side” kind of guys. Birch encouraged Peter to be patient after his surgery and Peter cheered Birch on as he grew stronger and ran faster.

Peter too has been adopted and he is well on his way to a life of brilliance, glee and adoration. He now has a big brother who is also an MPR dog so they understand and appreciate one another as only northern dogs can.  Their family now shines brighter.

Three pups and one young dog arrive this week. None are injured or sick, which is a wonderful change, but previous vet bills remain from those who were not as fortunate. When you donate, you share in their journey from a lonely heart to one of overflowing gratitude.  Too many of these dogs didn’t know there was even one kind person in the world and most are satisfied to find as few as five. Together, we can show them they matter to many and that hundreds of kind people await them in their new life and world.