Edward Scissorpaws

Imagine being born on an Amish farm to the farmers own dog and being left alone then cast aside the moment you no longer need your mama’s milk. Meet Edward Scissorpaws. He and his three brothers were all born, most likely outside, to never be cared for by the people who “own” their mama. They were racing about like wild animals on his property but received no care, love or affection. Then imagine after quite some time, some very kind soul notices the 4 of them and asks if they can take you to a rescue. Let me just tell you, they didn’t come willingly. They were terrified. They arrived just shy of their first birthday and were so undomesticated that we had to house them in a large whelping box together or we feared, they would try to escape and further fend for themselves. <br/><br/>We let them get to know us on their terms and never pushed them to come around. We gave them time and space and went about treating them as we treated the others but only from a distance they were comfortable with. Eventually, we let them out to play with the others and they watched us interacting with them. You could tell they wanted the same, but still kept a comfortable distance, even when we had treats they loved. Getting them back in their whelping box was a struggle that first day, as they had no collars on and we’re not following us back. I’ll never get the shriek out of my head from the very first time we picked them up. It sounded a lot like we were trying to hurt them. They each went rigid with fear in our arms. I felt awful. <br/><br/>… but look at them now. Yes, they are rescues in every sense of the word but they know they are loved and they know that humans, at least some of them, are good and loving and compassionate.<br/><br/>The boys are doing fantastic and are ready for their forever homes. It will take them just a little time to open up and trust but once they do you will see the most playfully happy, fun loving little characters! Edward Scissorpaws is definitely the shyest and has definitely spent some time clearing behind his braver, more courageous brothers. (They are quite the band.) He is coming along and definitely gets excited to see us. He is not one to come and ask for treats. He will wait for you to toss them in his direction. I didn’t realize until I went to add his pictures, just how elusive he is! I will get on that ASAP and get some good pics of him. He is far right in the pic attached, the one hiding behind his brothers with his face visible. He is darker and his body is black in comparison to their white, mottled coats.<br/><br/>Because of their situation and amount of time taken to socialize, they are not completely house broken but none of them have had accidents while inside the house. (They spend a lot of time outside though.) <br/><br/>If you are interested in meeting Edward, please fill out an application at Projectcecilrescue.com and we will schedule a meet and greet! You will not be sorry! If you are looking for a small pup, a Jack Russell mix or even a healer, you will adore these boys! They are more JR temperament and just happy, playful, bouncy (but ever so gentle) and ever so happy- all the time!<br/><br/>Applications can be found under the ADOPT tab. If you have any questions, feel free to email me at Projectcecil@outlook.com or text/call 419-481-2744. I am also a 4th grade teacher and will get back to you after school!<br/><br/>***IMPORTANT NOTE***<br/>***If you call, please leave a message! I am also a teacher and cannot get back to anyone until after the school day is over. People are calling but not leaving us messages. This is my personal phone. I will return the call. You can also text- 419-481-2744. Again, most likely I will not return the message until after the school day unless it is a weekend or summer vacation! ***

Imagine being born on an Amish farm to the farmers own dog and being left alone then cast aside the moment you no longer need your mama’s milk. Meet Edward Scissorpaws. He and his three brothers were all born, most likely outside, to never be cared for by the people who “own” their mama. They were racing about like wild animals on his property but received no care, love or affection. Then imagine after quite some time, some very kind soul notices the 4 of them and asks if they can take you to a rescue. Let me just tell you, they didn’t come willingly. They were terrified. They arrived just shy of their first birthday and were so undomesticated that we had to house them in a large whelping box together or we feared, they would try to escape and further fend for themselves.

We let them get to know us on their terms and never pushed them to come around. We gave them time and space and went about treating them as we treated the others but only from a distance they were comfortable with. Eventually, we let them out to p

Imagine being born on an Amish farm to the farmers own dog and being left alone then cast aside the moment you no longer need your mama’s milk. Meet Edward Scissorpaws. He and his three brothers were all born, most likely outside, to never be cared for by the people who “own” their mama. They were racing about like wild animals on his property but received no care, love or affection. Then imagine after quite some time, some very kind soul notices the 4 of them and asks if they can take you to a rescue. Let me just tell you, they didn’t come willingly. They were terrified. They arrived just shy of their first birthday and were so undomesticated that we had to house them in a large whelping box together or we feared, they would try to escape and further fend for themselves.

We let them get to know us on their terms and never pushed them to come around. We gave them time and space and went about treating them as we treated the others but only from a distance they were comfortable with. Eventually, we let them out to play with the others and they watched us interacting with them. You could tell they wanted the same, but still kept a comfortable distance, even when we had treats they loved. Getting them back in their whelping box was a struggle that first day, as they had no collars on and we’re not following us back. I’ll never get the shriek out of my head from the very first time we picked them up. It sounded