Mercury just had her 9th Birthday a few days ago, most likely around the same time she, and a few other older Weims, were dumped at a shelter in Kentucky by their "breeder." At this point I'm not even sure you can call this sweet girl a dog. She acts like she's never been touched before, on a leash, or even walked in grass. She is too petrified of everything around her that all she wants to do is runaway. When I try to get her to go anywhere, she frantically looks around for anything to crawl under or hide behind. I couldn't resist giving her a bath tonight because she was pretty stinky. I also picked off a few more ticks (7 total) and trimmed her nails in case she decided that she would like to walk around a little easier. I then carried her upstairs, where she immediately bolted for the smallest crate in the corner, where she's been hiding since.
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