America at War by Dan Rather and the Reporters of CBS News 2003 19 oz
Captive in Iran: A Remarkable True Story of Hope and Triumph Amid the Horror of Tehran's Brutal Evin Prison by Maryam Rostampour 2013 18 oz
The Iraq War: As Witnessed by the Correspondents and Photographers of United Press International 2003 18 oz
Jihad: The Rise of Militant Islam in Central Asia by Ahmed Rashid 2002 8oz
Total: 63 oz
Method of Disposal: Dog Shredding Them in Preparation of Recycling
Wisconsin was born to a high-strung, energetic, and stubborn young pit bull that we named Georgia, on August 19, 2015. He was part of a large litter who was temporarily fostered by a shelter employee before coming back to the shelter to be adopted. Soon, all but three puppies found homes. The only ones left were the black and white ones, Wisconsin, Nevada, and Dakota. They grew up at the shelter, became bow legged, fought off mange, and became extremely mouthy. Volunteers grew scared of them. Harriet and I took them all home when they hit about 10 months old, to run free with our young pup, Whiskey, until we could find them a family.
Dakota went into foster and was adopted first. Then, Nevada was adopted. Finally, Wisconsin went home. They were great, but they were energetic and clumsy babies. We were glad for some peace. Almost one year later, Wisconsin was returned with dark, purple bruising all over him. He had restraint marks on his wrists and bruising on his chest. I called Harriet crying, and she let me bring Wisconsin back home. He proceeded to act more and more strange and, ultimately, it was suggested he might have rabies. We took him to the emergency room where it was discovered he had a foreign body. I got a phone call from the doctor who saved him, and she was quite cagey with me. It did not take long to realize it was because she was trying to determine if I abused the poor boy.
He had been gone 9 months, and he came back completely changed. He is such a sweet and sleepy guy most of the time, but he is ultra sensitive to sounds, lights, changing environments, activity, and he cannot control himself when he is around water. Show him a lake, and he will try to drown, biting onto roots at the very bottom and refusing to let go. Turn on a hose or a blender, and his eyes will change, and he will bite you. It is hard to explain, but it is not like your typical aggression. He is just frantic and grabbing everything within reach and, if you are within reach, he cannot distinguish what is what.
After he bit me for using a hose one day, we realized we could not adopt him out. We understood his triggers. We knew he needed a routine. We knew he had to bing the clips on the side of the grill every single time he went outside before he could go into the yard to go to the bathroom. Who else would have the patience to learn him? We adopted him. He was seen by a veterinary behaviorist who said, we do not label dogs as autistic yet, but, if we did, he would be labeled autistic. We had to keep his toys to a minimum, decrease his excitement, medicate him, and find the right balance of alone time and together time. It has been a roller coaster, albeit absolutely worth it.
In the last month, we've had a family living with us that lost their home to a fire, and we have loved having them here. It has changed the routine a bit, and he struggles with toddler bath time. We've had quite a few casualties. For a minute there, I was trying to decide if he was extremely interested in the Middle East or just flat out disdainful. He pulled the above books from various shelves and destroyed them all, on different days. Given, he took out a printer, paper shredder, garbage can, office chair, an old portrait of my great grandparents, and quite a few original paintings and prints that were hung on the wall. So...maybe not.
He has an Impact crate, but it is too large to fit in his room. We ordered him a smaller one--they are not cheap, by the by, at around $1500, but he loves them. If you leave his crate door open, he will go in there and go to sleep. He loves being by himself in his room or in his crate. Just as long as you do not shut the door when something scary is happening--like a blender, vacuum cleaner, FEDEX driver, dogs on tv, headlights bouncing off the walls, on and on and on.
He has black out curtains, Impact crates, Prozac, Clonidine, Selieo (as needed), Thundershirts, ear muffs. I have never met a dog like him, and I have worked at a dog and cat shelter for 15 years. He is a magical beast and highly unusual, but we love him. Normally. Right now, I am watching him eat my library book by book so it is a little hard, but I know I will always love him underneath all that frustration. We all have our limits and our baggage.
