Mama Rock's release

It became pointless and in fact, ridiculous, to us when V started visiting Mama Rock on an almost-everyday basis, just to provide food and check on the dog who obediently sits and waits for her piece of meat -- she remembers V very well.

It became pointless for V to continue tending to a dog whom she's adopted out. To a family with a private bungalow that boasts sprawling gardens and a long driveway, to family that didn't mind V visiting and buying food for Mama Rock's meals.

For the long-term welfare of Mama Rock, we took Mama Rock out from what we thought was initally a good adoptive home, after explaining to the (ex-)owners our unchanging intentions that simply, Mama Rock, deserves more than this.

Strangely, the family posed no sign of resistance and even asked if we had other dogs for adoption. Shopping for dogs. Dogs lined up on imaginary shelves.

We next brought Mama Rock for her medical checkup. V's intuitions on the necessity to do a heartworm test confirmed something in us, when indeed, Mama Rock was tested positive for heartworms. As much as we should handle each animal welfare 'case' rationally, there is always something tacitly connected between caregiver and animal. For Mama Rock's case, it is a caregiver who's spent decades tending to the strays -- her intuitions, devoid of any clinical approach, are derived from something we find it hard to explain. Tacit.

So come Monday, we will bring Mama Rock for her second appointment. Her vaccination has been done, too. On a side note, the adoptive family offered no help in supporting her medical fees; V paid with her own money.

While it unnerves us to consider the outright irresponsible behaviour of Mama Rock's adoptive parents, we're thinking of going for another shot at adoption -- to seriously put Mama Rock up for adoption. For her potential as a lifetime companion, her compatibility to urban living with humans, in spite of the Rottweiler blood in her.

Do share with us your thoughts, or if you have a good family in mind.

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Far from active restlessness, Mama Rock buried into my tummy to seek stability during car rides



At the vet's, after her vaccination. Her forenails showed signs of overgrowth, indicative that she was never walked out of the perimeters of the house.


Prior to her release visit, we visited Mama Rock with V to find her dish filled with chunks of chicken gizzards that were uncleaned from the inside. Also notice on the left of the photo, a mesh of red cable which was used to tie her to the table.