Hi. My Name is Wookie. I am an Affenpinscher/ Shih Tzu dog. This is the story of my journey.
This is me in April 2012, on the left, and me on the right, in August 2012.
On April 23, 2012, I was wandering the streets looking for food and water, and a nice animal control man with a big pole and a rope caught me by putting the rope around my neck. I was very scared of this human, because I had not been touched by a human in a very long time. They put me in a metal cage called a nabber and took me in a big truck to East Valley Animal Shelter. When I got there, a nice vet tech gave me my first shot. I am surprised they could find my skin because I had so much hair. I would not let them put that bordatella stuff in my nose, though. Wasn't gonna happen.
Then they put me in a big cement cage. They were afraid to touch me because I smelled really bad and I was growling. What they didn't know is that I was more afraid of them then they were afraid of me.
They didn't know if I was a boy or a girl because my hair was so long and matted together that they couldn't see my little wang. They thought I was a Lhasa Apso. They put me into their computer as a stray, and my name was "Dog". They said that I was fractious and unable to safely restrain or handle. I was fine with that because I didn't want them touching me anyway!
I hid in the back of my cubby for a few days. It was dark in there, but it made me feel safe because no one could see me or touch me. They brought me food and water in a bowl, and I was not used to having that. I also had a nice blanket to lay on, which I was not used to. I was used to sleeping on the dirt and trying to stay warm by curling up into corners of things.
On April 25th, I was still growling at humans and hiding in my cubby. This nice lady named Veronica took my picture, and I came out far enough to say hi. I could barely see her but she was saying nice things to me.
On May 1st, I think I started to get bored of hiding in my cubby, so I started to come out to the front of my prison cell. I was still very scared and could hear other dogs barking and crying, but I could not see them. There were some nice ladies who fed me treats and I let them pet the top of my head. One of the nice ladies decided that I needed a haircut, BADLY. They took FIVE hours to shave me (photos to come), and several clipper blades. When they shaved me down, they did everything but my face because I wouldn't let them touch my dreadlocks. They put me in a basket, took my photo and posted me online.
Here I am after my first haircut, don't I look pretty stupid in this flowery basket?
Oh, and they named me Lawrence.