THE CUTEST LITTLE BIKER BABE
Nowadays, Peanut enjoys the fresh air she experiences as she flies along the wide open road with her biker mama, Linda. Peanut’s life was far from thrilling less than two years ago.
One chilly day, in October, Linda was hiking through the woods near the Cataraqui nature trail, a recreational trail in Eastern Ontario, when a dark little animal came running straight toward her. Linda recalls;
I was scared at first until I realized it was a tiny dog
Peanut was shivering and crying as Linda scooped her up and stuffed her into her jacket. The smell was horrid, recalls Linda as she grimaces at the memory. Linda carried Peanut back to her car and drove to the local Humane Society. The staff helped Linda to work through the matted fur to determine that Peanut was, in fact, a little girl. I had been calling her “little fella” up until that point says Linda.
The organization informed her of their dog surrender fee and asked Linda to fill out the necessary forms. Linda left, still carrying Peanut. She intended to clean up this little ball of fur and if unable to find the owner’s of this missing pup, return her to the Humane Society. Linda had a 14-year-old cat at home and didn’t want the responsibility of a dog.
Once home, Linda, a retired nurse, set about the challenge of washing, conditioning, and cutting Peanut’s fur. Her caring and nurturing nature did not go unappreciated by her new patient.
She seemed to be enjoying the treatment
This new, fresh hairdo would do for the initial photos. The ‘LOST DOG’ photo was taken after three washes and the clipping of matted fur. Linda captioned her photo posts ‘does anybody know this stinky little stray?’
When Linda looked into Peanut’s tiny mouth, she could not believe her eyes. Instead of teeth, Linda discovered what looked like a slab of wiggling concrete! This ‘slab’ was the result of severe tartar – common among Puppy Mill dogs. Linda made numerous calls to veterinary clinics in the area, posted ads on lost animal websites, and checked back with the Humane Society, several times.
Later, Linda and a friend with dog grooming experience and the proper styling tools spent two and a half hours buzzing and combing until finally, 5lb, 8oz, toy poodle Peanut was clump free. “She was skin and bones,” says Linda “and she was so good through the whole ordeal. ”
Peanut never took her eyes off of Linda and followed her everywhere she went. The first week went by, and no one had reported a lost dog or responded to any of the posts. Linda took her new friend to the vet where she learned that Peanut was ten or eleven years old and had a badly infected and broken jaw. The veterinarian advised Linda that Peanut’s teeth would need to be removed. It was also discovered that Peanut had delivered many litters of puppies.
Peanut was a typical puppy mill dog and of the age when breeders typically “dump” the older bitches as they stop producing puppies. In other words, these dogs are no longer generating revenue and are disposed of. (Reese was one of these dogs).
Linda belongs to the oldest motorcycle riding club in existence. It’s called Motor Maids, an all women’s motorcycle club, established in 1940.
My Motor Maid sisters took up a collection when they learned the cost of all that would have to be done to the peanut!
Peanut would be on four weeks of antibiotics and needed nourishment and to be hydrated.
Linda admits that by this point she was starting to feel that Peanut might end up being her dog. The big problem was that Linda goes on long motorcycle trips and would have to leave her with somebody each time. Peanut didn’t like it when Linda was out of sight and shook and cried if Linda left the room and couldn’t be seen. At that time, Peanut had no muscle tone and wasn’t able to run up the stairs or jump on or off a couch to follow her new friend. Not like now!
Peanut now weighs a healthy 7lbs 8oz and is very fit. She was also spayed. Poor little Peanut had delivered so may litters of puppies she continued to lactate – she was still producing milk a year after Linda rescued her!
I bought her a carrier for the motorbike. Now I was committed!
Linda and her little sidekick have traveled many miles together all over Ontario and New York State and down to Florida. Says Linda, “She’s happy as long as she’s with me. We are a real team now, and Peanut is popular everywhere we go. I’m so glad she found me.”
Thankfully, Peanut was brave enough to ask for help and Linda; a good-hearted person took the time to nurse her back to health and care for her.
Thank you, Linda & Peanut for sharing your story,