Devil Spawned Pug Strikes Again.

He gave me a present on Christmas morning. It involved teeth, and an angry vocalization of sounds that only a pug could make.


And in case anyone is wondering, yes it is hard to photograph your own leg.

Snow Days!

Watch for Duke doing the slip and slide!

A Walk in the Snow

Tis' the Season

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
Every shelter is full - we are lost but not found,
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
We hope every minute that someone will care,
They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
"Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!!

But now we sit here and think of the days..
We were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways,
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew -
Now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,
They reacted so quickly - why were they so rash?
We "jump on the children:, "don't come when they call",
We "bark when they leave us", climb over the wall.

We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
Now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.
If only they'd trained us, if only we knew...
We'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse -let to roam-
Now we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye...
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."

So now here we are, all confused and alone...
In a shelter with others who long for a home.
The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,
with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat,
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer...
We know that they wonder how long we'll be here.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads..
Of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.

Remember that a pet is for life......not for Christmas.

In the Still of the Night.

Those of you with dogs know how weird it is to come home when your dogs are out. It doesn't seem like a significant change, but when your norm is 3 dogs barrelling at you every time you come home, its absence is very apparent. Sometimes it's a peaceful change, but most of the time it's lonely.

Yesterday I worked all day and then had a Christmas party to attend directly after. So the pups had a sleepover at different friends houses. I had to split them up, because its hard getting a sitter for all 3 together! My husband is gone off to work out of town as well, so I came home to complete stillness. Very odd. Even more out of place was me sleeping in a huge king sized bed.....alone. I could spread out and roll over without fear of inhaling a dog butt.

But it's highly overrated. I'll take my train wreck greeting, and hair covered bed any day.




Insert dogs here.

6th photo

We were tagged from Sara to post my 6th picture from my 6th folder. Everyone else she tagged had dog photos......Mine is rather boring and I must admit I toyed with the idea of picking a different one, but I'm going to play by the rules.

So I was selling this jacket on Ebay. That's it. It was a lululemon jacket, which I guess is kind of funny because a new store opened up in town here and I heard there was almost a 6 hour line up!

Seriously?

I think that someone is toying with me upstairs. Just playing with me to see how much I can handle before I do some serious damage! Its minus 40 today and my dog door breaks. Now I have a permanently open door right at freeze your tootsies off level. But don't fret, it's under warranty. I just have to wait for the new part to ship from California, at Christmas time!!!!

You know you've got a problem when.......

When the first question you ask the sales clerk is "would these dishes break if say, they fell from a counter onto a tiled floor?" you know you have a problem.

Then when the sales clerk looks at you like your on a pass from the hospital you think "crap I'll just by an extra set" you know you have a problem.

When your father comes over to fix your broken bathroom door and he calls to say he found a coffee mug shattered on the floor and you say "oh just one mug?" you know you have a problem.

When your yard looks like your dishwasher vomited all over it, you know you have a problem.

When it looks like you've thrown all your utensils in the garborater, you know you have a problem.

My problem has a name, and it's Duke.

Tagged!

The trio of badness was tagged on their 3 favorite things so here it goes.

Sadie
1. Patrolling the daycare aka the fun police (hey if a certain elderly wiener dog loitered around the gate too long he deserved it)
2. Grama's house - except its not so fun with the devil spawned pug there now
3. Bones - not so much eating them, but guarding them from the other dogs
4. Walks -especially if it involves the ball and biting Duke
5. Biting Duke
6. Her Momma!

Duke
1. Swimming
2.Humping other dogs (no gender preference)
3. Swimming
4. Bones
5. Swimming
6. His Momma!

Mira
1. Cuddling
2. Doing her leg stretches
3. Food!
4. Running around aimlessly while the other two chase the silly ball
5. Belly rubs
6. Her Momma!

Walk it Off

We had a great walk yesterday with our herd. Minus the incident when Roscoe decided to go all Lion vs Antelope Nation Geographic style on Mira. It was definitely a Dermax night for her dis plastic hips!

The rear view mirror view!

When it All Comes Together

I want to promise him a soft place to lay forever.

Helping with rescue is hard. It's heartbreaking, it's frustrating, and it's physically exhausting. Several of my friends foster and I see them go through the same emotions and that can make me just as sad.

Saturday we helped send many great dogs to their forever homes. Letting your foster go can be difficult. Wendy said it best on her blog (http://crazyandlittle.blogspot.com/) when she described it as feeling like your telling your foster their not good enough to stay. And even though that is not the case, you know that someone along the way has said that to them. And as I brush the coat off my foster dog, that I know grew in because of all the cold nights he spent outside, and as I rub his calloused joints that I know came from sleeping on the concrete shelter floor, and as I run my fingers over his scars that I don't want to know about, I am sad all over again.

To cheer up we went for a walk in the coulees with our little "pack". Along the way we saw a dog that looked very much like one of our former fosters. Sure enough when we approached, the couple confirms that he was in fact an old foster dog, who came from a very disturbed home. As he runs up to us tail wagging I pet his soft glossy coat and hear the smiling couple tell us how wonderful he is, I have to laugh. This comes at such an appropriate time when we are all questioning the fate of our fosters. To see him happy and confident just confirms what the rescue is doing for them.

So as I scrub the "marking" off the leg of my couch, and wipe up this evenings dinner that obviously didn't agree with my fosters stomach. I'm smiling because I know that in the end it's all worth it.

And on a high note, the second time he hit the Christmas tree, which would be confusing to even the most seasoned dog, so I think we are heading in the right direction!

More Bad Luck

I came home tonight and immediately took the dogs for a walk. While we were walking I noticed Mira's tail was hanging limp. I tried to pick it up and when I let it go it dropped as if there was no muscle tone left in it at all. After a frantic call to Kendra, we have to go in for X-rays tomorrow. My best description of it was "it looks like one of those fake tails you pin on yourself for halloween, you know it just hangs there". And of course as soon as I try to photograph her she gets all suspicious and won't cooperate. Wait until I betray her by leaving her at the vet tomorrow again! Poor Mira

Mira not wanting to sit on her broken tail
This is how it "hangs"
Back views

Has anyone seen anything like this before?

I'm also on my 3rd replacement phone. Yes that's right its the 3rd one that hasn't worked. Apparently there is a policy that you must try 4 times before they let you change models. Not give you your money back but pick another crappy windows based phone. Anyone who is wondering - get the iphone. sigh.