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As we were walking out of Stafford Creek Corrections Center, Libby sadly turned around several times & looked questioningly at the building. It was heartbreaking to watch. She loves her trainers & her dog friends very much. She did great on the long trip home. Libby is crazy about balls. She found every ball in the house within minutes of arriving home. Her trainers told us that she bats balls around like a cat bats a toy mouse. We saw her do that right away. It’s very cute. – She is such a loving dog. She seems to always be smiling & her attitude is, “Is there anything else that I can do to make you happy?” She is a very special dog & we can’t believe how blessed we are to have her. Thank you to everyone for doing the work to make it possible for us to have her. We love her. |
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Here are some photos of Remi hard-at-work! We are keeping him as he has fit in well here, even sleeps in bed with me...I am running out of room, gonna have to get a bigger bed. He is doing well with the pack (6 other rescue dogs & 3 rescue cats). He definitely excells at hole digging. Now if I can just coordinate with him when it comes time to put in the garden! By the way, he told me his full name is Frederic Riley Remington III. |
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Grizzly - Stafford Creek Prison Dog Training Program graduate gets a very soft landing. His new Mom writes: What a wonderful dog, thanks so much ladies. Trip home went very well, as you can see he had no trouble hooking up and making himself comfortable in the car. At home the first day was filled with new sounds/smells and impressions so we made sure the little rugrat Koda didn't get too much on his nerves but the next day he was in full play mode. He is so thoughtful when he plays with his new little sister. They keep each other busy while Dagger (grandpa) kinda stays to himself. Koda slept through the whole night for the first time, he wore her out pretty good. Today I'll check out the doggie schools in the area so we can enroll them both in class asap. |
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First off - Tully is going great. What a nice dog. I am really lucky and thankful I had the opportunity to adopt her. She followed me upstairs to lay in the den with me while I write this email and pen a letter to my daughter, who is finishing up Marine Corps recruit training in South Carolina. I did want to pass along some information about a recent visit to my vet. I decided to take Tully in for a meet and greet and to ask some questions and have a small lump looked at low on her abdomen. It was really hidden and hard to see – which is why it was easily missed. Because Tully likes to roll on her back for tummy rubs, I was able to by chance discover it. It looked too familiar to me for my taste, so I did not want to wait to see if this lump – about 3/4 inch long and 1/2 inch wide and looking like a large wart went away on its own. I had a suspicion that it was a Mast Cell tumor, which is common in older labs. I am a bit of a reluctant 'expert' in this particular kind of tumor, since previous labs I have had experienced them – in their case, the tumors were caught early and they went on to live long and happy lives. We decided to have it removed immediately, as well as a couple of other larger lipomas (fatty tumors). The day surgery went very well and the three masses were cleanly excised and extra tissue around them removed for good measure. This was important for the suspected Mast Cell tumor, since you don’t want to leave any traces of it. It only takes a couple of cells that remain to cause reoccurrence. Just as I was picking Tully up from the vet yesterday the histopathology report came in – the two fatty tumors were just that – benign lumps. The small wart-like lump was indeed a Mast Cell tumor (Maybe if I had been better at chemistry, I perhaps should have tried to become a vet, instead of a civil engineer ), but we got it all. All the margins were clear, which means no tumor cells remained at the site of the surgery. I will always keep my eye open for any future questionable lumps, but there is every reason to believe that we nipped this problem in the bud completely. Here is an interesting link to some info about Mast Cell tumors: http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/deptsOncology/owners/mastCell.aspx Some radiographs were also taken of Tully’s hips and knees and they are in very good shape. Tully came home and immediately wanted to play with Onyx, toss her toys around, and get a big-time ear scratching – which we gladly obliged. So bottom line – Tully is happy, healthy, and enjoying herself here in Des Moines. Thank you for such a wonderful lady. . |
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Here is an example of not throwing in the towel immediately! :0) , It has been a while since we provided you with a Jack update! But as promised, I have attached a few photos of he and the baby! J For a while we had some aggression issues with Jack (he bit us from time to time, not hard, but he was aggressive. He also got into a fight with my old dog, causing $800 worth of damage!). Of course as I was pregnant this caused us great concern as we didn’t know how he would react to the baby. We decided to put some time into some behavior modification (mainly ‘time outs’) and spent some time building his trust. We are happy to report that there have not been any other issues! We think Jack was just having a difficult time adjusting to changing homes, and he probably didn’t like the fact that he was no longer the pack leader. He’s great now. A part of our family. We spent a month in CA for my work and Jack went with us. He appeared to really enjoy traveling, and loved it when we stopped by the beach! He and West get along…or rather they ignore each other. West is getting really old, and Jack has learned to respect him. Jack has had limited interaction with the baby up until now. Talon is now 6 months old, and is starting to move around a lot. He is absolutely fascinated with Jack and Jack has been really patient with him. So far so good! Jack has actually been pretty protective of him (as you can see from the swing photo!). |
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We would like to let you know that Amber had her spay procedure done on Monday, 4/6. She stayed in the hospital overnight. She had to wear the "cone" for several days, which made her pretty uncomfortable. She also lost a bit of weight (around 2 pounds) and ate less for the first couple of days post-operation. Overall, the stitches look dry and the vet had done a great job. Now Amber recovers pretty well and is almost back to her regular activity levels. |
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Last Saturday we drove out to Ocean Shores to pick up Lucy. I found her on petfinder.com and she ended up ours! We got out to the ocean a couple hours before we were supposed to pick up Lucy, so we let the kids drive the beach. The weather was not so good, so they couldn't go play. But, they sure LOVED driving the beach. The kids have been THRILLED! Nathan cried for 40 minutes on the way home because we wouldn't put Lucy in his lap. She's 11 weeks old Monday...born December 29th, and already 15 pounds! She's no tiny puppy!!! The kids love to play with her. She already plays fetch...and tug of war...and chases her own tail. She's adorable...and all of us are in love! I'll post pictures later when Russell gets home with the camera. They said they thought she was a mix of black lab and something else. But, so far, even the vet lady said that she thinks she is probably a pure bred...or so close to it no one would know. Who knows...and really who cares...we just have ourselves an adorable puppy...and she's definatly a sweetheart! |
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My former people brought me to the North Beach in January 2009 and after a weekend of fun for them, they got in their car and drove away, leaving me behind. Even though I was always a good and well behaved dog and was kind to children and animals, they never gave me much attention or treated me very well, but I never thought that they would leave me to fend for myself with not even a morsel of food to eat or a drop of water to drink. They didn't even look back at me when they drove away. Even though I had a hard life living in their backyard, they were the only family that I knew, and I was very afraid when they left. I had a large painful lump on my left leg, but I managed to hobble over to a house with a covered porch to get some protection from the cold. A man opened the front door and told me that I could not stay. He called North Beach PAWS (PAWS) and said into that phone that an old abandoned dog was at his house and they better come quick and get me. It ended up being my lucky day, because the person at the other end of the phone was a kind woman named Joan Baus. She immediately sent Shannon Birch to rescue me, and Shannon took me to the PAWS shelter at a place called Hogan's Corner, and named me “Old Roy”. After PAWS settled me in at their shelter they took me to see another very nice woman named Dr. Steele. She is what is called a veterinarian and I don't remember ever having seen one of them before, but I can assure anyone reading my story that they are a very good kind of person. She vaccinated and de-wormed me and checked me out from head to tail and she said that my leg lump was “probably a fatty tumor.” She said that because the tumor was on my knee, it caused me pain with each step that I took. She gave PAWS medicine to give me every day and said that it would make me feel better, and it did. PAWS also gave me another pill for my joints. Dr. Steele said that I was between 12 and 14 human years old but it seems as if I had lived a sad and lonely life for longer than that. I went back to the shelter and I could tell by talking to the other dogs there that the shelter was a good place. The dogs all liked me and were friendly. The PAWS people would let all of us into a safe area called “The Freedom Fence” where we could play with each other and with the people. Even with the medicine, I really couldn't play very well, and I hadn't had a lot of experience with playing although I remember as a puppy that people sometimes played with me. I was determined to limp out to be with the other dogs in the Freedom Fence, but was happy to come back to my kennel and a good meal afterwards. Those PAWS people really know how to feed a dog, I will tell you that. I never went hungry there and always got a little wet food on top of my dry food, and treats, too. It was a long cold winter, but PAWS kept me warm and snug in my kennel out of the bad weather with lots of comfy soft bedding. Although they treated me very well and always spoke with kind voices to me, I knew deep inside of me that something was missing. I heard the PAWS people telling each other that because of my age and tumors they were worried that I might not find a home and would have to spend the rest of my life at their shelter. I think that Joan worried the most, but I know that many others did, too. Lots of people came that winter to meet us dogs, but no one really looked at me. One by one, my old friends went to homes with nice people, but I stayed behind. New dogs came to the shelter, and they too found homes, but still I stayed behind. The people that came to the shelter just didn't see me. It was like I was invisible! I was never one to bark much, so maybe it was my mistake that they didn't see me because I didn't draw attention to myself like the other dogs did. Another visitor came in April. All the shelter dogs went running out to their outdoor runs to greet her, but I stayed on my bed inside in my indoor run because I was sure that she wouldn't be interested in me. She walked past all the other dogs, even the cute puppies, and stopped at my outdoor run. Then she called my name! I hobbled out to see who it was and saw the most beautiful lady that I ever saw in all of my many years. She was as young as I was old. She put her hand through the fence palm up so that I could sniff it. She smelled better than anything I had ever smelled. I laid my head on her hand, and I looked up at her with hope in my sad eyes. Would she be the one? Would she be the one that finally saw the invisible me? Big drops of water came out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks, and she told Joan that I must become hers, and she must become mine! She said that she wanted to rescue a “special needs” dog and I was the one for her. What is really amazing is that she could tell by looking at me how bad my old life had been and right then and there she promised me that my new life would be very different, and told me that I would no longer be Old Roy. She took the “Old” right out of my name because she said I wasn't old to her. She took me home and I met several cats. There was an old cat, a scardy cat, a three-legged cat, and others, and I later found out that all but one of them was what mom calls a “special needs” cat. It was then that I learned that being called “special needs” means that I am special and deserve the best! I love my cat brothers and sisters. I have become their protector and mom says that they feel safe having me for a brother. My mom's name is Brianna. Isn't that the most beautiful name that you ever heard? She works for another one of those wonderful people called veterinarians, and the first medical thing that she did for me was get that big lump taken off of my leg. Mom said that it took an hour to remove it because it had wrapped itself around the blood vessels and tendons in my leg. After the operation I didn't even recognize my own leg when I looked at it! Gone was that big painful lump. I still have arthritis but mom gives me a really good anti-inflammatory every day along with glucosamine for my joints and omega fatty acids for my coat. My coat gets more and more shiny with each passing day. Mom gives me good food and toys, and lots of hugs. We take walks with human and dog friends, and sometimes we play ball. I get to sleep on her bed whenever I want and I get lots of car rides and tasty treats. Mom has promised me that I will never ever again be a sad and forgotten dog, left in the backyard with no attention, or abandoned to a cruel fate. Compare my “sad” and “glad” photos and you will see the difference in me! I am the New Roy! I know that for the rest of my life, I will be my mom's special needs dog, and that means special treatment! That means true love for the rest of my life. The PAWS people called mom Brianna their “dog angel”, and now I know what heaven is like, for I have met my guardian dog angel, and what a beautiful angel she is! She told me that I am her first “special needs” dog, but I have the good feeling deep inside of me that I won't be her last! Any day now, I just might get a dog sibling. With mom Brianna, you just never know! She brought me a whole batch of feral kittens to foster just the other day. Life is an adventure with mom and I feel so happy, so very glad inside. |
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Sherman has been a good dog. He is growing ! He was 56 pounds last week, 2 days after his 5 month birthday. We figure he will top out around 90 pounds. He is a great watchdog, barking at any people who walk in the yard or close to the house, or if he hears an unknown noise. He loves ice cubes, and runs to the fridge when he hears the freezer door open! He is not chewing as much as he was, and has earned more freedom to roam the house. He is pretty much house-trained, but he does a LOT of 'piddling" when excited,.I sure hope he outgrows that soon! He has decided that 4:30 or 5 a.m. is the perfect time to get up and wake us up, too! He does get me to walk them many early a.m.'s, as that is a great time to walk. However, it is better if the person has gone to bed at a decent time of night! Sherman was neutered last Thursday and has done really well with his recovery so far. He has not chewed nor licked the incision too much and it is healing well. He had the cone on for probably a total of 2 hours! |
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i've been meaning to email you for some time now but between the bustle of a new puppy and the hustle of a new apartment time seems to have slipped away from me. In fact i'm about to take Foxy out for our morning walk now, but before i forget i wanted to send you some pictures of what can only be described as an astounding success story for your shelter because we (foxy and i) could not be a better fit. He loves living in a studio so he can watch me at all times and city life seems to be agreeing with him just fine! There's an off leash dog park a few blocks from my place where he loves to run after me and has made a group of friends, a chihuahua named Mr. Cheech, a pomeranian named Big Boy, and a miniature poodle named Winston. WHen the four of them get together it's like they own the park! And the two of us seem to have been destined for each other, he loves having an owner who works from home and i love having a constant companion! I can't think of a dog more deserving of the love and attention i have to give!!! Here are some pictures for one of the guardian angels who brought us together!! (i also sent some to sally!!!!) I hope this email finds you and all the four legged creatures at the shelter well! |
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I thought I should send you a progress report on our beloved dog, Ruby, (Maggie May) that we adopted from you on Valentines Day of this year. We brought her home, and she certainly had some big shoes to fill, because we had just lost our best friend, Riley. We were so excited to get Ruby, because our house just seemed so empty. Well, she was so happy to be at her new home and loved us so much, big problem, she was VERY aggressive with anyone who came to see us, and especially our nephew, who is 5 yrs old. We truly thought she would bite if we let her out of our complete control. Our house is constantly getting friends who drop in, and our biggest worry of all, was the impending visit of our 2 granddaughters who come with their Mom in June for 2 months each summer. They are 4 and 5 yrs old. One week after we brought Ruby home, we met and hired a dog therapist, trainer, I guess you would call her. She was someone who worked with my sister in law. Her training is the click and reward training, totally a kindness type of deal. We met with her for 2 1/2 months, each week ($60 a visit!!). I have never worked so hard to try to instill good habits in a dog in my entire life!! We met with my nieces after a while and took her on field trips, and just when we felt we were over the hill, back we'd slide. I sure shed a lot of tears, worrying that we couldn't turn this adoption into a successful one. It just seemed like with each step forward, there was one step back. I massaged her, fed her only the fanciest, healthiest food, talked to her, even pleaded with Rileys' spirit to come have an intervention!! I tell you we were desperate! Carl, meanwhile, fell totally head over heels in love with her, and I was trying, but she was so very difficult, and my worry was that we wouldn't be able to keep her if we couldn't turn around her behavior, and I knew what her fate would be if she actually bit someone. My trainer was very nervous for her too, but we just saw something so worthwhile in this dog, and knew she deserved every chance we could give her. Well, the big day came, the arrival of my granddaughters and their shepherd mix old dog, and We were on Ruby like flies on you know what, and next thing we know, she decided that she just loved these kids, the other dog and all the chaos that came them. She let them lay on her, play ball with her, the whole nine yards. She still barks at people when they come, and I gotta tell you she has the loudest man bark I have ever heard! But, I am no longer worried that she will eat anybody! She went on a road trip to S.California with me and we stayed at my daughters house to see how that would work out, all was perfect!! She likes to play with other dogs, and will fetch and do tricks till the cows come home! You should see her, she is beautiful, with the shiniest coat and fluffiest tail. We love her so very much, and are so glad that we didn't give up on her. She is so spoiled, sleeps with us, watches tv on the couch, or in Carl's chair, that I bought him especially big enough to hold them both! We are overjoyed with her and can't imagine life without her. One day, we'll bring her to visit you. Sorry for the long , windy letter, but wanted to let you know that this adoption is a success, and I am a firm believer if you can't solve the behavior issues on your own, there is some wonderful help out there and it does work. I hope you are still finding homes for these wonderful friends. |
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She has settled right into our household. Her and our kitty have finally called a truce. She was charging the kitty and the kitty was not happy about it, one bit. I know she is only trying to play, but, our kitty is old and does not want to play. Anyway, she has not been having any accidents and has now the run of the house while we are at work. Pieces wants to play, but Shasha (Previously “Smokey”) runs the other direction. I guess I would too, given her size. We have had more than one person want to steel her from us, they think she is really cute. |
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I’ve been meaning to send this email for some time. I wanted to let you know that we are happy to say Dugan is one happy puppy. Not a passer-by walks by without saying what a looker, how well behaved and calm he is. He loves meeting dogs and kids, fetching the ball, long walks, chewing on toys and never barks. And LOVES coming home. Every day he is learning news things. He’s mastered sit, fetch and retrieve, stopping and sitting at busy intersections, sleeps through the night downstairs, doesn’t chew household items and mostly potty trained. He’s improved greatly in riding in the car, BUT we think he still equates cars to being left alone for some reason. He’s just starting to learn to stay, lay down and heal. He did surprise me today with a new skill, he put one of his toys back in his toy box before he took another toy out. Ha! I think that might be a one time occasion. We are very happy and he brings much joy. I wanted to let you know that I got him all up to date on his shots and ID tagging. |
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We named him Banoo. As we all expected, he had a carsick on the way home. It was a long drive and the outside temperature got warm when I drove home. I checked his body temperature with my hands from time to time to see if he was OK. I felt it little high but not too much high and so I worried about him a little bit. As soon as we arrived home, I gave him water and then just let him out our yard for enjoying the fresh air and for spending time to get to know where he would live from now. At first time he was hesitated but few minutes later he enjoyed running around our yard. It was so good to see him running around! We washed him and gave him food but he didnt eat much but drank some water. I understood that his stomach was still upset. I thought that he needed some sleep, so I took a nap with holding him about two hours. Yes, he slept well. We had a dinner around 6 p.m. and he ate more than lunch time. We were so pleased to see him eating well. I checked his temperature again and it was better than before. He was busy to walk around room to room and sniff here and there. Then he started to collect our slippers. It was so fun to chase him back and forth. He slept so well in my bedroom last night. This morning I checked his temperature as soon as I got up and it was normal. I felt so relieved and happy to know that. I took him out for a walk before I left home this morning and ate breakfast together. He ate so well, much much more than yesterday. It was really nice to see him. |
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Remember me? Well, if not, maybe you remember Kojak, or Jack as I'm calling him these days. What a great dog! So happy I adopted him. I've taken him hiking a bunch this summer and we did a 7 week basic obedience course too. He still jumps up when he gets really excited like when I first come home from work but for the most part he's a really well behaved boy now. Walks next to me on-leash (until he spots a squirrel), knows 'sit', 'stay', 'down', and 'leave it.' Doesn't try to chew on you all the time anymore either. He's like my shadow, rarely leaves my side. When we're out hiking he'll range out and all around me, but never lets me out of his site for long. Even if he's chasing chipmunks or marmots he'll turn around and come back looking for me if I just keep going. We saw a bear along the Lake Chelan shoreline trail and all Jack did was stare at it. Fortunately I had a leash on him that time as it was the first time I'd gone hiking with him and wasn't sure what he would do, but he didn't really seem to care much about the bear. My old Elkhound would've gone after that bear... I had to buy a chain leash for him when taking him to the grocery store. I'll walk him down there with his pack on and let him carry the groceries home. The first time I took him down there I tied him up outside with a regular nylon webbing leash. I got to the deli counter in the store when I heard people exclaiming "hey, look at that dog!" and I turned to see Jack walking around in the front of the store looking for me. He chewed through that leash in an instant, so now I use the chain leash to tie him up outside the store. I've tried to get him interested in swimming, but he doesn't really like the water. He'll wade out into it, but doesn't want to swim, won't chase a ball or stick into deep water either. I take him to a dog park on Lake Washington every now and then that has a nice gravel beach that slopes very gently out into the water. Lots of dogs playing and swimming there but Jack won't do more than wade. So, on a warm day I waded out 'til the water was almost up to my waist to see what he would do. He was like a little kid, would've clung to my side if he had hands. He followed me out into the water and at the deepest point it was just up to his back and shoulders but he could still touch bottom. He stood there in the water as close to me as he could get (right up against me). I wasn't prepared to go swimming myself so didn't go out any deeper but would have liked to see what he would have done. |
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We had wanted a dog for a long time, and the choice to go with an older dog instead of a puppy was a thoughtful one. When we saw Betty's (now called "Roxy") write-up she seemed to be the perfect fit for our active family. Having been poorly socialized while with her original family, we were obviously concerned about any "bad habits" a dog with her history might have. She had been seen by other families over the months, and was never chosen to be a "permanent" family member. After visiting her at her Foster home twice (her Foster Mom, Lisa, is fabulous...very generous of her time with the dogs and with us), we clearly saw she was worth it and decided to go for it. Roxy's been part of the family for two weeks and, at 18 months old, she's still absolutely has that puppy playfulness (without the puppy housebreaking challenges :)), and we can't imagine our lives without her. She loves the water, going on walks, playing fetch, and just hanging out; she's great. We're grateful for organizations like Ginger's that give these dogs a second chance, and, as Lisa said to us when we decided to adopt: we are very thankful for the opportunity to save this sweet girl from death. |
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Kona just turned 11 months a few days ago. She is becoming such a great dog for our family. She is tall and sleek, weighing in at 72lbs. Her newest love is running off leash through a wooded trail area near our house. She is great about responding to my whistle when she runs down the wrong trail or when it's time to come back and put her leash back on. She always stays in sight and if she runs ahead a bit, she'll race back down the trail as if to say, "Are you comin' Mom??" She recently made a new puppy friend named Bella. We were at a local Jr. High a few weeks back on a Sunday morning, 7:30am. The area is huge and fenced, so I let her off to run around while I walk around the track. Another lady with a 5 month old black lab puppy came nearby, so I put her back on the leash and went up to another area. Not 2 mintues later after the lady had let her pup off the leash was she right at our side sniffing and checking Kona out. They became instant playmates and we've been meeting them each Sunday morning since. She also warmed up to her new crate right away. We have it right by the sliding door to go outside, so she took a couple naps in there today, and seemed right at home. Please thank the foster parents for the wonderful job they did with her! She's sweet, loving, housebroken (so far), and walks into her crate no problem. We couldn't be happier and are looking forward to getting to know her personality better. I gave her a small pigs ear treat today and she loved it! She saved a small portion and buried in our flower beds. I think she's planning to stay. :) |
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My lovely Mabel Rose is gone She had a sudden acute illness with diarrhea, refused to drink water and would not move today. I decided to stop being selfish by keeping her with me. Her medical problems have had her in varying degrees of discomfort each day. It was just time. She was a gallant uncomplaining dog who lived at least 17 years. She was blind and almost deaf when she died. She had a beautiful coat and a lovely smile. She was gentle and loved to take short walks in her little universe here at home. She loved her meals and loved having her ears rubbed and petted. She fell asleep with me stroking her, completely fearless, just the way she was when she came to me 14 months ago. I keep thinking of the line from the song, "And my wild beautiful bird, you will have flown..." Please spend a bit of extra time with your animals today in memory of Mabel Rose |
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I just wanted to write and say thank you for helping me find my forever home! I have been having so much fun these past few months. I went to puppy class and learned how to sit, lay down, shake, stay, and all sorts of stuff. It turns out I'm a pretty quick learner. I get to go up to the mountains and go hiking, and the snow is so much fun to dig in. I also get to play on the beach. It took a little bit to get used to, but now I love the water and I like fetching sticks that my family throws in the water for me. I love where I live because we are so close to the dog park. I get to go everyday and I have so many friends that are really fun to play with. I am also really excited because my family is talking about adopting another puppy for me to play with. I hope that things are going well for you and that all of my old friends at the shelter found their forever homes too! |
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Remember us? We adopted Priscilla, our little Shihtzu//Terrier, on May 2 and have been grateful every day since to share our home and our love with her. She is full of energy, very smart, and quite the clown. We did change her name to Sugar to reflect the sweet little dog she is. Gus, our Lhasa of 10 years, took a little longer to welcome her, and although they only very occasionally have a slight disagreement, they are really doing well together. Sugar has been on a few short trips in the motorhome with us and is a really good traveler. Like I already said, we are so happy to have found her. Thanks so much
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Sage is a wonderful dog. He was good in the car and slept with his head on the console; he wanted to be in my lap. He is very well behaved and he got along well with my friend Brian's dog Rudy( another rot mix). He is the alpha even though Rudy is bigger and older. I took him to a dog park on sunday and he was great with the other dogs, he ran and ran (it is fenced) he had such a good time. He is a wonderful companion; he sits on the couch with me and sleeps by my side. He's everything I wanted in a dog. Thanx so much, Sage is all updated on his vaccines and he is doing really well. he and my new kitty even sit on the couch together (this took some time) he is a great dog with LOTS of energy. We are going to training classes in a couple weeks but he already knows a few comands, he wants to please hes just so excited its hard for him to listen |
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Chocolatt'e wasn't always the happy healthy lab she is now. She was crippled 2 years ago when she limped into the North Beach PAWS shelter. They took her in and gave her immediate care and saved her life. She was just 9 months old. The doctors discovered a severe break in her front leg that was so old it had fused together in an awkward upward position. She walked on 3 legs. It had to have been so painful, yet the pup was in great spirits. The Vet gave 2 options....amputate or extremely expensive surgery. North Beach PAWS opted for the surgery. They wanted this girl to have a chance at a full 4 legged future. The small community of Ocean Shores rallied and had fundraisers. Everyone came to her aid. Together they raised $2000.00 toward her surgery. Now they just had to find an adopter..... That's where we came into the picture! I found her in the special needs area of Petfinder. I read her story as tears filled my eyes. " Lets adopt her!!" I cried to my husband. She needs us! So, we applied, had a meet and greet, and fell in love. She was so young and beautiful, she was so eager to be loved. Thankfully she liked us and we were approved!! The surgery was scheduled and she came through it with flying colors. On October 27th, 2008 it will be 2 years since we adopted her. She is now running around on all 4 legs, you would never know she was injured. We joke that she is our bionic dog! Full of pins and plates and as fast as lightning! Chocolatt'e is an incredible dog, and it is because North Beach PAWS saved her. I cannot thank them enough for everything they did to protect and save this girl. Chocolatt'e is 1 of our 3 rescued dogs, each and every one of them is special. We will always adopt through Petfinder.com. The organization is amazing and they make great things happen. They help so many lives. |
CHOCOLATE
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Teddy discovered snow today, and loves it. Not really what I expected, since he does not like to go out in the rain. This snow is not very deep so I am still waiting to see how he reacts to deep snow. The pictures are not really current (I did not think to get any today of him playing in the snow) but they are fairly recent with he and Sandy. |
TEDDY
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Buster couldn't fit in any better. Toby the schnauzer is still getting used to him but will come around. He passed muster with Kenne the cat. He is a busy little boy. In Seattle he's visited the vet and the neighborhood coffee shop where they have an unlimited supply of dog biscuits. He's a good little walker if he wears a gentle lead. Sal - he's still carrying his green dog around the house and has spent about 10 minutes in his kennel. We're up on Whidbey Island this weekend where he's discovered BIRDS. Buster is true to his breed and has spent the last couple of days running through fields looking for birds to flush. He'd run through the field with his nose to the ground and all of a sudden stop and look at me like he couldn't believe it was real. The first day made me laugh. He didn't find any but had a good time looking. What a hoot. Second day he was off and running. Later today we're going to the beach, wait till he sees gulls. His life is good. |
BUSTER
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We are getting along famously. I am trying to teach her to move to the side and end of the bed so there is room for both of us. Willy sneaks in to sleep alongside me in my arms during the night. Nilly watches us all from the top of the dresser. Nutmeg is a very sweet dog. She has some quirky ideas, and I think she was abused because she is very sensitive about being picked up, about being scolded and about food. She has an insatiable appetite. But, she has a darling "Did I do that?" look and she dislikes going pee in the snow. Who can blame her. She had her first bath last Friday and came through it like a champ. She was very good and frisked around like a puppy afterwards. I let her out on Saturday morning with no leash in the back yard and she promptly found a hole in the cyclone fence and spent the next half hour grousing on that steep hillside. Every so often I would hear that Beagle howl. I didn't know how to get her back home, and after a half hour of freezing and almost getting frost bite on my toes, I went to my neighbors to see if they could help. I told Beverly what had happened and how the dog was behind the fence. She said, "No, she's not, she's right behind you." I turned around and there she was. I consider Nutmeg to be my Channukah present this year. She keeps me walking, she keeps me laughing, she keeps me on my toes, and she howls when I get home from an errand because I think she misses me. THANK YOU FOR MY VERY FINE GIFT. |
NUTMEG
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