The story of Henry Morgan and Francis Drake starts four years ago when we first began feeding two ‘wild dogs’ in a yard downtown.
Actually, it starts before that because we had looked after Morgan’s grandmother, Wagga — who wagged her tail all the time until her pancreatic tumor got so large that we had to put her to sleep.
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And Wagga’s one daughter, Shirley, who got locked away and, we were told, died of a maggot wound (yes, that one still hurts).
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Morgan was her only pup, and we were never sure where Drake came from. He may have just walked in off the street and stayed.
From the beginning, Morgan was the more forceful, outgoing dog, even as a youngster.
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As time went on, Morgan and Drake occasionally allowed us to touch them. And gradually opened up, took a chance on us, and trusted us.
The property owners — who never contributed to feeding them, despite several requests — started making changes. They sealed off the back entrance, leaving only a grill gate securely padlocked. So we moved to the front entrance and fed the dogs in the main parking lot. Again, we made overtures to the property owners to buy a bag of dog food now and then, but never got more than a firm “no,” with no attempt at an explanation.
It didn’t matter. We were going to keep feeding the dogs anyway, and they grew strong and beautiful over time.
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Image Credit: Cindi Scholefield
Then one day, without warning, a huge metal sliding gate was installed, and they couldn’t get out to us. We were told they were being locked in a pen around the side of the building, and only allowed out at night. We could hear them whining but had no way to reach them.
The owner refused to even speak to us, until one day I cornered the gentleman in the parking lot and asked what we had done wrong. He hedged and said, “Things had to change.” I drew my own conclusions and didn’t pursue the point.
They had clearly decided to use them as guard dogs, and we were told that yes, they were feeding them.
All we could do, on the days when the dogs managed to somehow slip out of the pen and run to the back gate, was reach down through the grillwork with a plate of food, and they would crane up to eat it. Sometimes, days would pass, and we wouldn’t see either of them. Or one would get out but not the other.
It was frustrating.
It was infuriating.
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Image Credit: Cindi Scholefield
Then, they knocked down a section of the wall and brought in a large piece of machinery, which came right up to the gate, and busted the flooring so that there were broken building blocks and sheets of sharp metal everywhere. The dogs had to cross this obstacle course to reach the gate. They were constantly ripping their pads, and we had no way to treat the wounds — it was a nightmare.
Then, a message came through that we could ‘take the dogs.’ They were obviously tired of them, and no longer willing to buy them any food at all.
The nightmare became more acute because we had nowhere to take them, and everyone got sick of reading post after post with the sob story of the Pirates’ suffering.
Until one day, when I was offered a part of a friend’s garden to use as a foster home for them, securely fenced, and with its own kennels. It was a dream come true.
On the day we were going to move them, one of the employees of the company pushed open that huge sliding metal gate and let them out for us. By this time, they were so cowed by whatever had been done to them that they were afraid of everything and kept running from us and hiding under a car in the parking lot. Eventually, we got them both leashed and into the car, and then, to our great surprise, the transformation started right away.
Instead of trembling and howling, each time I glanced back I saw two heads looking with interest out the back window and two tails wagging. They knew their lives were about to change.
Once at their destination, they couldn’t believe their luck. They checked out every inch of the place, discovered all the hiding places, and were particularly fascinated by this thing called grass.
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Morgan dug a hole and laid down in it. He got up and ran around the area, and Drake then laid down in the hole. Then, he too felt the need for a run.
I caught Drake having what looked like a conversation with a tall weed.
Another friend came over and brought treats — they were entranced.
For now, they need to take time and relax, to really let it sink in that no one is going to hurt them again.
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Image Credit: Cindi Scholefield
In due time, they will find their permanent home, but first have to become confident that they are safe and to believe that life can actually be good.
In the meantime, as they make all these new little discoveries, they are a joy to watch.
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Image Credit: Cindi Scholefield
I’m so glad these two beautiful boys were rescued! I hope they find a forever home soon, maybe someone/some family willing to adopt the both of them.
Thank you for persevering with Francis Drake and Henry Morgan. Sending love and trust that they will soon find a forever and wonderful permanent home, with human companions who provide for all their wants and needs.
I love this!
I love stories that have a happy ending
I applaud the love and patience with which you were able to free Morgan and Drake from their cruel “owners” and provide for them a kind and loving situation. I hope they sail happily through the rest of their lives in your care or the care of other kind people. You have shown that people can treat them well and care for them without trying to mistreat or exploit them. God bless all of you and those who will help you.
What a great story and how lucky the owners got tired of them. too bad it took so long but at least it happened. Your dedication to them is lovely and after all they have been through they will now, thanks to you, have the lives they should.
How very sad about Shirley…whoever locked her away to die has a lot to answer for in due time. Thank you so much for being there for those two remaining dear dogs and following through until those users/abusers finally gave them to you. You are wonderful people, whom everyone needs to emulate in regard to animals. We really do have human privilege in this world and need very much to protect animals from other “humans.”
Thank god for you and your persistence – I want to hear the rest of the story…..
Thank you so much for helping these dogs during the miserable part of their lives and for offering them a safe place to stay and learn to trust.
Thank you awesome rescuers for saving these 2 great dogs .you went above & beyond soo many obstacles to give them life alone .thank goodness they are now safe .may you be blessed 20 fold. Sending love & light ! Melinda Nix
Thank you awesome rescuers for saving these 2 great dogs .you went above & beyond soo many obstacles to give them life alone .thank goodness they are now safe .may you be blessed 20 fold. Sending love & light ! Melinda Nix
I am glad these 2 pups was given a second chance in life
What a sad and yet sweet story. Thank you for your resilience and care for Morgan and Drake. Without you that monster would have kill them for sure. May they find their forever home soon and enjoy their new lives.
Agree. So glad there are ppl like this.