So because I love sharing this happy-ending story, I just had to do it here too!
My boyfriend is currently living with his sister, a woman who tends to hoard animals then not care for them correctly. She got him around May of last year, and I remember realizing that he was already too young to be away from mama. Bred as a "teacup chihuahua" (I fricken hate that), he is quite small.
The first concern I noticed was Molly, Lisl's toddler. Molly would pick Louie up like a stuffed animal, putting him in bags and stepping in there with him, etc. Lisl thought it was funny. When I tried to explain the risks of their little limbs breaking, she accused me of not caring for my dogs properly. (Little Shiver broke her leg going down some stairs as a puppy)
Then came feeding. Living with her at the time was a large black lab cross, with food to fit. I watched Louie struggle with every kibble, before giving up after only a few. When Mr. Lab left, Lisl took my advice and finally put him on some puppy food. One. Small. Bag. When that bag ran out, she started to just let him live off the cat food because they are the "same thing". Skittles and other candies were a common part of his diet. The poor guy's ribs and spine were showing when we got him. (The picture doesn't even show how bad he had been).
I never actually saw, but I had heard Joe (Lisl's no ex) would hit him pretty hard. Poor little guy still cringes for the smallest reasons (picking him up too quick for example).
The months before I got him out, Lisl would complain he was not house trained. This animal would be let out 1 every 15+ hours at times, and she expected him to hold it? She would hit him and lock him in the rabbit cage for hours, just on a hard floor, nothing for cushion, and rabbit food and water. Other days he would get forgotten in rooms without food or water for sometimes up to 8 hours. I had gotten sick of it, and had shed tears over the treatment of the dog and her stupidity.
Finally when she was complaining on the couch talking about how she hates him one day, I stood up and told her to give him to me. That I would pay if she wanted me to.
Down 200 dollars, but up a companion, I left with him that day.
He is now on adult food and is filling in. We brought him in and had to get 8 teeth pulled, get him neutered, and have his puppy shots redone. After the teeth pulling, he ate a TON more than before.
He barely ever goes in the house, and it seems like when he does it's cus of his occasional upset belly.
Although we weren't planning on a third dog, and we had a family lined up for him, he just fit in so well!
So sorry for the long post, but at least it has a happy ending! He has been with us for 3 months, and is healthy, and very loveable!