Micah came to us along with 6 other adult Australian Shepherds after being rescued from a horrendous puppy mill. Micah was among the youngest, about a year old, as were his 3 litter-mates (Toffee, Taffy, Skittles). His mom, Snickers was also among those arriving with Micah. (For anyone interested you can read in our "New Beginnings and Happy Tails" how his litter mates Toffee, Taffy and his mom Snickers have done in their new homes.) But this page is about "Micah". There is no doubt that Micah was by far the most emotionally damaged by his deprived past. His response to fear was first "flight" and when that failed, (inability to get away), going into "shut down", very much as if in a coma whenever humans were within his range of smell, sight or sound. Whenever he was bathed he would lay flat-out on his side, toes and legs curled and rigid, frozen in the tub, resolving to allow humans to do anything they wanted to him. He knew no other way. In fact, we had to physically lift his head from the tub floor to keep him from drowning, as he had no way of knowing he could offer resistance. Micah was a creature with such immense fear and lacking normal canine social development that the hardest heart could not resist feeling pity for him.