Snugalicious’ Medical and Cart Fund
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Hello my name is Allyson Pearson Mauney and I am asking for any assistance in helping me take care of my precious baby boy.
A few weeks ago, I let my two dogs, Gracie and Snuggie, out to go to the bathroom before I went to my 3rd shift job at the USPS. I was house/dogsitting at my sister Amy’s boyfriend’s house in Pickens county. Since I had just moved from an apartment at this location, my babies were familiar with the wildlife here as last year, as the bears would go to the deer feeder in the evenings, the dogs would chase them off into the woods and the bear always ran from them. I always thought that was odd since bears are so much bigger and stronger than they. My suspicions were proven accurate on this particular night.
Just days prior, I had been discussing with a neighbor asking when the bears should be back from hibernation as we had missed watching them at the house. The black bears seem to be very docile, very mild in nature and they never bothered us and we never bother them and that was a mutual respect we seem to have. The other night as I let my dogs out, as soon as they got outside their hair stood up as they looked towards the deer feeder and they both took off after it. I yelled for them and grabbed my spotlight out of my car because I knew what the neighbor and I had discussed and that the fact that they were after a bear was a strong possibility. You never know if it’s a mother with cubs or an adolescent bear that’s just been weaned from its mother and is all alone and scared or what the situation may be as we’ve had all types of bear gather at the deer feeder. Once I started down there I heard my schnauzer Yelp as my bluetick hound:lab mix came running out of the woods. When I got down to the deer feeder and looked down the hill, the bear was on top of my Snuggie shaking him back-and-forth with him in between her jaws. As I started screaming and shining the light towards her she dropped him and started towards me. In my mind I anticipated what the bites would feel like as I knew I was going to be attacked but I was not leaving my baby He was looking over his shoulder at me and yelping trying to keep her from harming me and my lab mix was running back behind me trying to distract her from me. She would get within 5 feet of me and was blinded by my spotlight so she was confused as to what to attack and would go back and jump on Snuggie. Me still trying to figure out if a mama bear is around or just exactly what I may be facing if I went for my son/dog, I decided to wait and follow her lead as I was about ready to charge her if I saw a second I thought I could get to my baby. As I continue to scream she would drop him and come back towards me,the second time, getting even closer. I just held my hand out in front of me with one hand and shone the spotlight in her face with the other hand and screamed “NO!” She almost went for Gracie one time but then she turned around and went back to Snuggie the third time that she came after me, she got closer than the time before and when she got within two feet of me, so lose I felt her breath, she stopped and we locked eyes she took one step closer towards me, then just kind of shifted her head almost as if she was compassionate. She then turned around but at that point, she grabbed my son, picked him up by the center of his back and took off into the woods with him in her jaws. All I could see was blood everywhere and the thoughts of him looking back at me and disappearing into the woods forever or at least that’s what I thought.
A few Minutes later Paul, my sister’s boyfriend, got down to the deer feeder where I was hysterical and he refused to let me go into the woods at night to look for my son. It was an overwhelming feeling of sorrow heartbreak incompetence neglect just the most horrible feelings that you could feel, all at one time, all while feeling helpless. I called my mother and my father hysterical unable for them to really comprehend what I was saying but I just remembered my mom stopped and prayed for Snuggie and for a ring of angels to be around him to protect him from coyotes or the bear or whatever may come to harm him. I don’t know if any of you know my mother or not but this woman, I have always said, has tea and crumpets with Jesus on a daily basis so when she prays there’s something really powerful about it. Afterwards, I felt somewhat of a sense of peace but continued to scream and cry for another hour. When i Could not calm down and was unable to process my feelings and was just completely overwhelmed, I took two Benadryl to go to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I awoke to my sister, Amy, lying in bed with me with her arms around me and Paul running in the room saying, “He’s alive! Snuggie is alive! We have to go!” Paul already had my baby in the truck and was ready to go.
After Snuggie was evaluated, Dr Matt at TRAH called with devastating news. Snuggies back legs were not working. My baby was now a paraplegic. The dog we called Snuggie woods because he has his own set of golf clubs and he’s obsessed with golf clubs and chasing golf balls, lol my baby that I counted on to be my ears and run to the door anytime anybody came around, my baby that had more spirit and more life about him than any dog I’ve ever seen even at nine years old was now unable to do anything for himself. I didn’t care on my part because I was so thankful that my son was still alive. I have paid attention to him and the way he acts and his response to his condition to make sure that I’m not being selfish and keeping him here. But my baby wants to run again and play he wants to chase his golf balls he wants to play with his golf clubs he wants to play with Paul’s dogs he wants to be somewhat normal again. And has The strongest zeal for life that I have ever seen.
During this time,the USPS
Asked for my resignation because
I asked for time off to take care of my baby and to recover mentally from my horrific experience. This, along with a pretty hefty hospital bill and the need for so many things it requires to take care of a paralyzed dog has pretty much broken me. I am not just asking for financial help although it is greatly needed but if you can donate PP pads or anything that I could use that may help me to care for my baby I would appreciate it more than you’ll ever know. I want to get him a little cart so that he can run with his front paws and play with other dogs again. This is the only time he gets really down is when the other dogs are running around playing and he can’t join them. He drags himself with his front legs as much as he can but I don’t want him scraping up his back legs by dragging them so I usually make him stop and I don’t think that is fair either. So that’s why my main objective now is to get him a cart so he can run again. I will gladly take a used cart that will fit him or is appropriate for his size as well. I am a single mom of two pups and I am swallowing my pride on this one as I know my son needs more than I am able to provide on my own. Thank you so much for taking time to read our story. God bless you everyday and return to you blessings in abundance for any help you can give. Thank you!
A few weeks ago, I let my two dogs, Gracie and Snuggie, out to go to the bathroom before I went to my 3rd shift job at the USPS. I was house/dogsitting at my sister Amy’s boyfriend’s house in Pickens county. Since I had just moved from an apartment at this location, my babies were familiar with the wildlife here as last year, as the bears would go to the deer feeder in the evenings, the dogs would chase them off into the woods and the bear always ran from them. I always thought that was odd since bears are so much bigger and stronger than they. My suspicions were proven accurate on this particular night.
Just days prior, I had been discussing with a neighbor asking when the bears should be back from hibernation as we had missed watching them at the house. The black bears seem to be very docile, very mild in nature and they never bothered us and we never bother them and that was a mutual respect we seem to have. The other night as I let my dogs out, as soon as they got outside their hair stood up as they looked towards the deer feeder and they both took off after it. I yelled for them and grabbed my spotlight out of my car because I knew what the neighbor and I had discussed and that the fact that they were after a bear was a strong possibility. You never know if it’s a mother with cubs or an adolescent bear that’s just been weaned from its mother and is all alone and scared or what the situation may be as we’ve had all types of bear gather at the deer feeder. Once I started down there I heard my schnauzer Yelp as my bluetick hound:lab mix came running out of the woods. When I got down to the deer feeder and looked down the hill, the bear was on top of my Snuggie shaking him back-and-forth with him in between her jaws. As I started screaming and shining the light towards her she dropped him and started towards me. In my mind I anticipated what the bites would feel like as I knew I was going to be attacked but I was not leaving my baby He was looking over his shoulder at me and yelping trying to keep her from harming me and my lab mix was running back behind me trying to distract her from me. She would get within 5 feet of me and was blinded by my spotlight so she was confused as to what to attack and would go back and jump on Snuggie. Me still trying to figure out if a mama bear is around or just exactly what I may be facing if I went for my son/dog, I decided to wait and follow her lead as I was about ready to charge her if I saw a second I thought I could get to my baby. As I continue to scream she would drop him and come back towards me,the second time, getting even closer. I just held my hand out in front of me with one hand and shone the spotlight in her face with the other hand and screamed “NO!” She almost went for Gracie one time but then she turned around and went back to Snuggie the third time that she came after me, she got closer than the time before and when she got within two feet of me, so lose I felt her breath, she stopped and we locked eyes she took one step closer towards me, then just kind of shifted her head almost as if she was compassionate. She then turned around but at that point, she grabbed my son, picked him up by the center of his back and took off into the woods with him in her jaws. All I could see was blood everywhere and the thoughts of him looking back at me and disappearing into the woods forever or at least that’s what I thought.
A few Minutes later Paul, my sister’s boyfriend, got down to the deer feeder where I was hysterical and he refused to let me go into the woods at night to look for my son. It was an overwhelming feeling of sorrow heartbreak incompetence neglect just the most horrible feelings that you could feel, all at one time, all while feeling helpless. I called my mother and my father hysterical unable for them to really comprehend what I was saying but I just remembered my mom stopped and prayed for Snuggie and for a ring of angels to be around him to protect him from coyotes or the bear or whatever may come to harm him. I don’t know if any of you know my mother or not but this woman, I have always said, has tea and crumpets with Jesus on a daily basis so when she prays there’s something really powerful about it. Afterwards, I felt somewhat of a sense of peace but continued to scream and cry for another hour. When i Could not calm down and was unable to process my feelings and was just completely overwhelmed, I took two Benadryl to go to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I awoke to my sister, Amy, lying in bed with me with her arms around me and Paul running in the room saying, “He’s alive! Snuggie is alive! We have to go!” Paul already had my baby in the truck and was ready to go.
After Snuggie was evaluated, Dr Matt at TRAH called with devastating news. Snuggies back legs were not working. My baby was now a paraplegic. The dog we called Snuggie woods because he has his own set of golf clubs and he’s obsessed with golf clubs and chasing golf balls, lol my baby that I counted on to be my ears and run to the door anytime anybody came around, my baby that had more spirit and more life about him than any dog I’ve ever seen even at nine years old was now unable to do anything for himself. I didn’t care on my part because I was so thankful that my son was still alive. I have paid attention to him and the way he acts and his response to his condition to make sure that I’m not being selfish and keeping him here. But my baby wants to run again and play he wants to chase his golf balls he wants to play with his golf clubs he wants to play with Paul’s dogs he wants to be somewhat normal again. And has The strongest zeal for life that I have ever seen.
During this time,the USPS
Asked for my resignation because
I asked for time off to take care of my baby and to recover mentally from my horrific experience. This, along with a pretty hefty hospital bill and the need for so many things it requires to take care of a paralyzed dog has pretty much broken me. I am not just asking for financial help although it is greatly needed but if you can donate PP pads or anything that I could use that may help me to care for my baby I would appreciate it more than you’ll ever know. I want to get him a little cart so that he can run with his front paws and play with other dogs again. This is the only time he gets really down is when the other dogs are running around playing and he can’t join them. He drags himself with his front legs as much as he can but I don’t want him scraping up his back legs by dragging them so I usually make him stop and I don’t think that is fair either. So that’s why my main objective now is to get him a cart so he can run again. I will gladly take a used cart that will fit him or is appropriate for his size as well. I am a single mom of two pups and I am swallowing my pride on this one as I know my son needs more than I am able to provide on my own. Thank you so much for taking time to read our story. God bless you everyday and return to you blessings in abundance for any help you can give. Thank you!
Organisator
Allyson Mauney
Organisator
Pickens, SC