ReeRee The Bonsai Tree

Sunde White illustrates her essay about saving her dog from an abuser that was starving her.

So much MSG!

My dog ReeRee’s seemingly super natural ability to have explosive and unpredictable diarrhea throughout the day, saved her life and brought her into our care.  Her tormentor, the abuser that she lived with in a small studio apartment, couldn’t take it anymore.  When she finally realized that cursing and hitting ReeRee wouldn’t put a stop to it, she finally surrendered her to us.

Once ReeRee found herself in a quiet, safe home, eating healthy food, her diarrhea immediately stopped.  Her abuser didn’t realize that if she had just stopped feeding her food from the corner diner, Chinese/donut shop and products made by Nabisco and Frito-Lay, her diarrhea would have immediately gotten under control.  But I wasn’t going to tell her that, I wanted her to free ReeRee to have a better life.

She once compared ReeRee to a Bonsai Tree, asking me, “Do you think if I don’t feed her and she stays inside in my apartment she’ll be like one of those tiny Japanese trees that never grow any bigger?”

“A Bonsai Tree?”  I asked.

“Ya! Ya!”  Her eyes lit up. “Do you think that would be possible?  I decided I don’t want her to grow anymore.”

Oh my god.

“I don’t think it works like that with dogs.” I told her. “ I think you should keep feeding her and take her out for walks and stuff.”

She didn’t take my advice and put her plan into action. She stopped buying  dog food and just had ReeRee subsist on small bites of whatever  she ate throughout the day. “Just enough for her to survive without getting too big.”  She’d tell me.

As far as I could tell, the abuser and ReeRee ate the following items every day:

1.Pancakes from the corner diner along with sausage links

2.Flamin’ Hot Doritos

3.Flamin’ Hot Cheetos

4.Greasy Chinese Food from the other corner

5.Donuts from the Chinese Food place on that corner

6.Nabisco brand snacks

By the time she was turned over to us, ReeRee was ravished and exhausted from corn syrup highs and lows.  She was tiny and underdeveloped so the abuser’s plan had worked, but, “The pooping!  The constant pooping.”  She complained to me as she handed her over.  “I just can’t do it anymore!  I’ve gone through 4 rugs and the carpets are wrecked!”

So ya, ReeRee’s ours now and her diarrhea super powers have disappeared.

Pitbull loves to poop inside

Pooped there, don’t care!