Mattie was in a box along the side of the road in Conestoga. A police officer called to say that something black and alive was in that wooden box. ORCA needed to come. What we found was a black mess of food, fleas, urine and feces trapped in balls all over his body. We tried to cut out the balls that Sunday. No success. He had to be shaved down professionally—it took six hours and two talented vet techs. What a raw, horrible looking dog he was. We guessed that Mattie lived in that box, ungroomed, for at least two years. Returning to the ORCA office, he shivered in his cage and refused to eat. On day four The Boss, as he called his mom on his Facebook posts, decided to take matters in her own hands literally. She had the staff smear her hands with dog food. At first he did not budge, then a sniff, a lick, a nibble. Done, by next evening he was a part of The Boss’s household. He was bright, tricky, and eager to please. He was also a fairly good writer of fuzzy stories of kittens and puppies, dogs and cats, along with a couple of rabbits, guinea pigs, and a bird or two who arrive at ORCA from time to time. Our sweet Mattie sadly passed away September 13th, 2021. He will be dearly missed.