I shared a picture of my favorite resident at the Jacksonville Humane Society on Facebook yesterday. Her name is Barbara (I know, it’s terrible) and when I look at her I see a Fly Ball or Agility champion. I am obsessed; she is just so.freakin.awesome. Here, see for yourself:
Right? Oh, you’re not convinced that this is the coolest dog ever? Check out this beautifully dirty mug:
and Super ears!
This girl needs to be on a Fly Ball team. In fact, I have been able to teach her some tricks without using one single treat. Her obsession with tennis balls is so great that they are an even bigger reward for her than any treat could ever be. B’s future is absolutely limitless, she just needs to get the heck out of the shelter system. I think she would be pretty perfect for a younger guy that could take her to the beach for endless games of fetch and picking up chicks. I mean, I certainly would go talk to any guy that had a pup as cool as her!
Barbara is available through the Jacksonville Humane Society. If you know of anyone in the market for a super athletic, smart, and loving pocket pit tie, feel free to share this post!
No one knows what the nose knows.
“You want me to do what?” – Moo
I feel like I’m saying this all the time, but the blog sure has been quiet lately, hasn’t it? If you follow THPL on Facebook you already know that in the beginning of February I was taken by surprise and asked to become an Adoption Counselor for the Jacksonville Humane Society. Quite flattering and super exciting! The only downside? I have decided, for now at least, to keep my current
boring desk job. Between the two I’ve been working a lot of hours each week (like, more than double what I was previously), hence the neglected blog. But I L.O.V.E what I do at the Humane Society, which means it doesn’t feel like “work” at all, and quite frankly I have the greatest husband and dogs, so for now it works. Stay tuned for some lessons I have already learned in the short time I’ve been working there!
You might remember this post where I shared my excitement over deploying with the HSUS to be part of the #367 rescue. I was adamant that I would go into the week remembering that they don’t need my tears, they needed my strength. Despite thinking I was pretty well prepared for the experience I still had a hard time, at times. There were major highs and in particular one major low; it was an emotional roller coaster. I promise to go into more detail later but for now I will say that the majority of those dogs have it better than most shelter dogs do. There were some things I didn’t agree with, but in general I felt like the HSUS was fighting for the dogs’ futures. In fact, one of the highs was when seven dogs got to leave and go start their lives in foster homes. Talk about thrilling!
With all the excitement/lack of free time, I have neglected to mention one very exciting piece of news: I have a new foster! Okay, okay so that’s not exactly true. But I have secured the first foster home in Jacksonville for Last Hope Rescue, and the first foster dog arrived a couple of weeks ago. Bootsie is her name, being adorable is her game. The foster mom is a good friend of my brother’s (see this post for how freaking awesome he is) so he is constantly over there helping her with the ins and outs of parenting a puppy. I’m not sure if Bootsie is just really super duper smart or if my brother is just that awesome at training, but either way, Bootsie is pretty much the perfect puppy. She absolutely adores other dogs and has become quite the little hiking buddy (see: pictures throughout this post) and as far as I can tell, her only flaw is that she still needs some help in the loose-leash walking department. If you happen to know anyone in the Florida area that is looking for a perfect little Lab type puppy, please do share this post with them! I’d love for her to be adopted while she still has a little puppy breath left.
There. I think I have managed to briefly catch up on things here at THPL. Since today is my one day a week off, and my dogs are giving me majorly pathetic sad puppy eyes, I am off to take them on a much deserved romp in the woods!
If Eeyore were a dog:
“Thanks for noticin’ me.”
When Maggie came to me as a foster, Rich was out of town for the summer. That means we had weeks of bonding under our belt before he was even in the picture. To say that she disliked the sudden appearance of a man in the house would be the understatement of the century. She was terrified of him.
I’m pretty sure Rich loved Maggie even before he met her. Every time we talked over the summer I was telling him all about her and how much she was blossoming. You would think coming home to a dog quite opposite of the one I had been describing would be a turn off. Instead, I think it made him love her even more. Every time she growled at him he would turn around and ignore her per my instructions but he would also say, “It’s okay Maggie, I just want to love you.” And his favorite line to recite to Maggie, “Love doesn’t divide, it multiples!”
Eventually the growling subsided and she slowly began to let him sit near her. Then touch her. And eventually full on cuddle. It took almost a year, but finally she got excited and would initiate play with him when he got home from work. A sight I honestly didn’t know if I would ever see and still makes my heart swell. Now, Maggie can typically be found cuddled up with her dad; her favorite human in the house. If not for Rich’s persistent love and devotion to little Maggie, she might never have turned the corner with men. She still occasionally give a little growl at men she doesn’t know but I am quite pleased with her progress. She may never run up to a strange man just to give him kisses, but I can live with that. The most important thing is that Maggie has learned to love love.
Happy Valentine’s Day from our pack to yours!
(If you’re squeamish you may want to skip this post.)
This morning while getting ready for work I had a flashback to one of my fondest memories of my first foster, Dash. He was around 16 weeks old (if I remember correctly) when I got him. As anyone that’s cared for a young puppy knows, at this point, he should have been dewormed a couple of times. Should have. The shelter he came from does not provide medical care so this was never done. Can you guess where this is headed?
At his first vet visit I received the dewormer to give him. Once home, I gave it to him and waited. And waited a little more. As soon as the sun was completely down and it was nice and pitch black out, Dash decided he was ready to go out and do his business. He squatted down and starting doing his thing. And then froze. And then yelped a little. And then began scooting his bottom on the ground while looking at me, his face a mask of sheer terror, seemingly saying, “Oh. My. Dog. Whatishappeningtomeeeee?!?!”
And that’s when I saw them. Worms. White, stringy, glowing-in-the-dark, worms. Hanging out of his bottom. No amount of straining on Dash’s part was going to get them out of his little body. What’s a foster mom to do? Well get her hands dirty of course. No really, I got my hands dirty. Dirrrr-ty. With a resigned sigh I reached in there and starting pulling. And they kept coming, and coming, and coming. The string of them literally longer than my arm by the time I finished.
Moral of the story? Worms grow. Deworm puppies as recommended by your veterinarian. And of course, foster moms rock. Have you ever gotten your hands dirty for one of your dogs or a foster? Do share!