mill rescue "Ablaze" now "Prancy"

My first foster mom experience! I met Dallas and the dogs in Owatonna in 8/09 and took Prancy, an 8 year old female papillon home with me. She ws practically bent over with her tail between her legs, back curved and head down. Grass was a new experience. Slowly she looked at me more and more and in a couple weeks she had bonded with me so tightly she could hardly stand to have me out of her sight. We tried coming to the adoption events and she vomited all the way to Mlps and shook. In October I couldn't take her to the event so I met Kelly in New Ulm and Prancy went with her. It was a sad terrifying time for Prancy and I vowed she would not have to go through that again. I realized Prancy had picked her home and her person so I went from fostser mom to MOM!
The transformation in this little sweetie has been amazing but there are scars that will never fully heal. She has one bark and that is the fear bark. My other dog Winston has a million different barks, happy ones, excited ones, i need to go out barks, etc. Even after all this time, if a door opens, she gives a little growl and then barks in fear. Bad things happened when doors opened in her past life. But can she dance! She has a dance for the can opener (no teeth, so soft food) a dance that says put me on the bed, her "put me on the couchand pet me" dance and her special "mom, you're home from work" dance! We laugh as she tries to copy some of Winston's behaviors. I have a wooden truck by the front door that Winston always stands on so he can watch for me after work. Somehow she has convinced him to give up that spot and now I see her little face watching for me. We can go for weeks and she is as happy as can be and then for no apparent reason she has a day of PTSD
and if I pick her up, which she normally loves, she just freaks. She retreats back into her shell for a few hours and I sit by her and just talk to her and pretty soon she comes back. Winston will come and lick her face and lay down by her and look at me with these worried eyes..he senses she is a special little girl.
Everyone of her triumphs over her past life is a celebration and she knows she is loved and in return she has given me a love like no other. Dallas when you picked this little one for me to foster, there was a bigger plan in the universe and that was for Prancy to come home. In the picture Prancy is on the left and Winston on the right.
Lynette Martin