Liesel
(Liesel is represented by: MAGSR) Gender: Female Good With Kids: Older Kids Only
Breed: German Shepherd Dog
Color: Sable
Date of Birth: 01/16/2018
Date of Birth is estimated: Yes
Current Size: 56 lbs
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Housebroken: Working on it
Obedience Trained: No
Living With: Kennel
History: Abuse/Neglect
Good with Cats: Likely
Other Dogs OK: Yes
Foster Needed?: Yes
Represented by: MAGSR
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NID#: 4506
Date Added:
Added to DB: Sat, 2019-01-12 19:33
Last updated: Wed, 2020-02-19 12:31
Not Ready for Adoption: No
Commitment Dog: No
Show as New: No
Special Needs: No
Dog Record Archived (1=Yes/0=No): 1
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Description
One of the largest puppy mill busts found hundreds of German Shepherd's living in absolute filth and in horrendous condition. Ankle deep mud and feces mixed with urine, no adequate shelter, lacking food and clean water is how these dogs were left to live, many for years. The urgent call was made and MAGSR knew we had to take in as many as possible. We now have 38 dogs that have a multitude of medical needs that we are addressing, and they need to learn to trust humans. All dogs are scared, some are shut down, but our volunteers and vets will get them on their road to recovery. It will be awhile before these dogs are ready for adoption, so please be patient and watch for updates.
An undertaking of this size for an all-volunteer rescue is quite a task, but one we are meeting it head on. Many of the dogs require medical boarding so that they can receive the best possible care. We are committed to providing everything they need, not only medically, but emotionally. Our medical costs are going to be at an amount we have never seen before. We need your help, the dogs need your help. Please donate , your donation will go towards their ongoing care, medical needs, emotional needs and help them on their road to recovery and a brighter future.
Updates
Hi my name is Liesel and I wanted to share a little bit about myself. The 1st year of my life, which is supposed to be filled with love, attention, and quality care was instead spent in a filthy pen with little to no food or clean water fending for myself to stay alive. I bear psychological and physical scars of this 1st impressionable year of my life. I am easily startled by sudden movements, loud sounds, and people. Currently, I feel safest in my crate or in small enclosed areas like the bathroom, hallway or backseat of the car. Regardless of where I am, you will never hear a peep out of me. I am curious about these humans who refer to themselves as my foster parents. I am most accepting of their presence when they feed me and stroke me gently to let me know it is going to be ok. I have quite the appetite because I was not fed regularly so I’m more than willing to accept food. My newly found favorite treats are pepperoni, turkey jerky from Aldi, and freeze dried beef liver.
I've never been an indoor dog and am used to relieving myself in my pen, but my foster parents told me I am doing so well with potty-training and are proud I've only had one accident inside. When outside I walk well on the leash with my foster parents until something unexpectedly spooks me and in my mind, it is fight or flight, at which time I will go to the end of the leash pulling to get away from whatever scared me. Sometimes I hear things going on outside or from the other apartments around me and will get up to investigate causing me to start pacing. However, once the threat is gone I retreat to my safe place. My foster parents told me they think I would do best in an environment that is not city-like, where there is less activity and no people coming and going from the complex. Without these distractions I tend to keep to myself and relax where I feel most comfortable.
I am learning the ropes from these two other dogs in the home. I watch them receive love and attention as they seem so happy to be around the humans, as of now I'm still a little unsure. For now, I quietly retreat to my safe place where I get fed and have a warm, dry place to sleep. I sleep through the night in my crate without incident and enjoy the company of the other two dogs as dogs are all I have ever been around. I like the red thing filled with peanut butter that they call a “Kong.” I will not chew your valuables or anything I am not supposed to.
I am trying so hard to learn how to just be a dog and not worry that someone or something is going to hurt me. I am going to take time and patience to learn to trust my surroundings. The only thing I want is to love and be loved and find a family to call my own.
