Sunday, February 26, 2012
I think the loss of my beautiful mother was the motivating event for me getting to a counselor and eventually a doctor, which resulted in my diagnosis. Mom's passing was not a huge surprise, but it was a huge loss, certainly to me, but to an awful lot of other folks as well. The single most repeated comment I heard about Mom was that she was a lady. She was beautiful, kind, loving and never had a harsh word for anyone. I miss her so much. On the right there is a picture of my mom with three of her her grand kids. My daughter, age two at the time, is in her arms, and my niece and nephew are standing by. Mom's huge smile is a great reflection of her heart, she loved her family and it showed on her face every minute of every day. Her grandchildren and great grandchildren where the light of her life and she just loved to play with them and laugh with them.
It has been my goal for a long time to reduce the number of foster dogs here to just one. A recent spate of illnesses made it obvious that I had to reduce the number of fosters here sooner rather than later. We finally managed it and our one remaining foster dog is Salty the old coonhound over there on the left. Salty is still reliably housebroken as long as he gets outside right after he eats and his favorite pastime is sleeping in the sun. He is not a bit of trouble and hopefully he will find a forever home soon. In the meantime he is welcome to stay here as long as he wants. He is a great old guy.
We have an adorable little mini-horse now at DogRush. A new friend gave us Breyer, the blind mini, in the hopes that the little horse would bond with my herd of goats and sheep. Well, it didn't exactly happen, but the little horse has found her way into my heart and I have bonded with her! Evenings, sitting on my milk carton stool in Breyers stall with a lap full of hay for her to eat are the highlight of my days. Breyer loves to have her eye ridges scratched and also begs for treats. She is a joy to be around and I am so glad she is here. I promise to post photos as soon as we have some spring color outside to make the little dun horse show up in the photo!
There is a lot more catching up to do, and some more sad news, but it can all wait till next time.
Monday, May 23, 2011
My friend, Dorene took the first two to raise as "lap poults" I kept the third because I couldn't find anyone who wanted a pet turkey. Imagine that! So that is our new little guy or girl down there on the left. He is
Friday, April 29, 2011
The next day I heard from the new family and they had had HR to the emergency vet. OH NO. That means a big bill. The emergency vet thought it was a reaction to her rabies vaccine and the change in situation and the change in food. Ok I thought, had changed her food myself a couple days before so, that could really be it. It gets worse, so much worse.
The next day, Easter Sunday, I had a Parvo outbreak at my house. See, when HR was for sure scheduled to go to her new home, I went to a puppy mill auction and rescued four Toy Fox Terriers. On Easter Sunday, one of them broke with Parvo and was taken to a local vet to be hospitalized, in an intensive care isolation unit. It is a very pricey place and I have now cost the rescue something like a kajillion bucks. I should mention here that one of the other dogs in the same group, a tiny two pound fella named Rebel, had broken his leg, at my house, in my care, when he jumped down from my love seat. He'd been to the orthopedic specialist vet where it was discovered that the leg had been broken twice before and not been properly vetted if at all The leg could not be fixed and had to be amputated. The specialist bill was added to the growing pile of bills my puppy mill auction dogs had incurred thus far and the stack was probably nearing the ceiling of Ellen's office.
So, now to recap, we have Hazel Rose who has already had the tail surgery, the spay surgery and three emergency surgeries, but is finally in her new home, where she is sick and piling up bills there. One Toy Fox Terrier with an amputated leg and a regular vet bill and a specialist bill, and one Toy Fox Terrier in iso-intensive care with big bills piling up. And it is still getting worse.
I had to call the family that adopted Hazel Rose to tell them that she has been exposed to Parvo. Remember that we have no documentation of a DHPP booster, and for those of you that don't know, one of those "P's" in DHPP stands for PARVO. The new vet also has no documentation that a heartworm test was done, and of course no results. When the vet clinic calls our vet to get the Heartwork test information she is told that a heartworm test was not done. So, now we have a vet in another city who probably thinks I am, at best, a scam artist and, at worse, a puppy miller masquerading as rescue. As embarrased, mortified and humiliated as I am that I have made such an embarassing chain of stupid mistakes, it is also reflecting back ( maybe ) on the rescue organization that I volunteer for. Notice: I can't bring myself to name that organization here, it is at least one kind thing I can do for them.
And finally, the two Toy Fox Terriers at home, two sweet little girls who are in my bathroom...broke with parvo the next day. Fortunately , they spent a couple of days at our vet and got to come home yesterday. That's them, over on the left, and I am so happy they feel better. They are wicked shy, though. I am sure that they will come out of their shells soon. The chocolate one in the back is Bunny. She has the greatest eyes that are sometimes gold and some times green. Beanie is the one in front and she is the shyest of the two. She has a great personality though, and the cutest "airplane ears"!
We have recieved a few phone calls from the folks who adopted Hazel Rose. So far she is still continueing to feel better and has not broken with Parvo. Her new owners are unhappy enough with how the adoption went that Ellen refunded their adoption fee in an effort to show them that we are at least trying to do the right thing no matter how badly the volunteers screw up.
Rebel, the little guy who had his leg amputated is with a new foster home who will, no doubt take better care of him than I did. Danny, the last little Toy Fox Terrier with Parvo is still fighting for his life. Keep your fingrs crossed for him.
And while I have you thinking good thoughts for Danny, please say a prayer for the rest of the Missouri Puppy Mill dogs who were screwed over by the legislature and our country governor. If you have a good thought or a prayer left you might pray for the good folks of Missouri who have just been told by the good folks they elected that their vote does not now, nor has it ever, counted.
And lastly if there is a good thought left out there and you can bring your self to do it, I would like some as well because in the middle of all of my bumbling with the dogs, I got some very sad family news.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
I took some pictures today that I really like. Moses, ( the skinniest dog in the whole world), is always looking for someone to play ball with so I couldn't resist showing off how healthy and happy he is. He is really smart, too. I have been taking him off to the side to teach him some basic commands when I have time and he learns 'em in about 30 seconds. I just need to do that all over the house and in the yard to generalize his responses and, Presto! I will have a well trained pet. ;o) I don't usually have time to train the dogs around here so it is a relief when they are smart and learn a few things fast.
I also finally got a few good pictures of Nanabelle the Great Pyranees from our local pound. She is a beautiful dog - but hard to photograph because when ever you point a camera at her she wants to come right over and see, "whacha got there?". She did it today even though I was on the deck and she was out by the barn. I finally got this picture of her smooching Wendell on the deck. Isn't she sweet?
I got some new pictures of Hazel Rose through the always dog-smudged back door.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Lets hope she doesn't learn any bad habits from her foster brother!
And lastly, Winston the French Bulldog terrible has left the building. When my friend Lisa lost her dear Michael Mcgee, she needed Winston more than I needed him. Lisa has a quiet household where Winston will have fewer opportunities to bite people. I suspected that Pinkie, the Toy Manchester Terrier that Lisa adopted from me was a bit lonely and shur 'nuff! That little girl is following her new boyfriend where ever he goes. This is going to be a very good move for everyone!I will miss my Winston boy but I know he has a very important job to do at Lisa's house.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
I "met" this incredible girl at a dinner auction fundraiser for Ride On St. Louis, the therapeutic horsemanship center where my daughter rides. I "met" her because she had two incredible photographs in the auction, and I purchased one. She wasn't really there, but from the pictures she donated, I knew I wanted to get to know her.
Luckily her grandmother was present at the auction and came over to congratulate me on my purchase. I gave my email addy to the grandmother and hoped that Lindsey would contact me. She did!
Now you can read all about this fabulous girl and the horses she loves.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Notice Henri Roo in the yard behind the deck post. He and Sirkhan were living in the bathroom for a while as they both needed a bit of doctoring, but now that the weather is warmer the "sick bay" is in the garden, where it belongs. Yay for getting my bathroom back to myself, it is really really hard to share a bathroom with two roos, they lack sphincter muscles, you know, so there is no way to get them to use the toilet even though they are living in the bathroom. Eventually, I gave in and got chicken diapers for them. Yep, chicken diapers exist and you can read about 'em here: http://chickendiapers.com/ if you are so inclined!
Hazel Rose, my little Frenchie foster girl, had a tail amputation. She came from a puppy mill auction and her inverted tail was sort of rotting inside of her skin folds. It was a truly horrific situation with the tail growing straight down and pushing into her rectum. Our vet, Dr. Ivan did her usual magic and amputated the tail bone, but saved a little skin flap so our little girl looks like she still has a tail! Hazel is going home after her spay surgery in two weeks and I am going to miss her like crazy, but I know she will be the Queen of Everything at her new home.
I will leave you with the image of Gabe with his bottom feet on the rung of the ladder to the hay loft. I was climbing up to get flakes of hay to feed the goats and sheep and I guess I was not doing it fast enough. Gabe was trying to cllimb up to help!
The little Toy Fox Terrier that lived loose in the wilds of Jefferson County and that I was finally able to trap, is now a permanent resident at our house. She is a tiny thing and I marvel everyday that she was able to survive on her own for seven whole months, including a freezing spring and a blistering summer. Although she is still shy as can be, she loves cranky old Heywood, my twenty year old farm collie. Here they are together on the deck. She had to have him with her to venture outside and will eventually gain enough independence to leave his side. Heywood growls when any of the other dogs bother him, but he can be seen sleeping on the rugs in the hallway with his tiny girlfriend curled up next to him. Go figure. At night she curls up on the pillow next to my head and I fall asleep to the sound of her tiny heart beating away against my ear.
And speaking of new dogs, we did get few more fosters. I saw Salty dog on a shelter rescue site, and it was love at first sight. I showed the picture to my husband and got the "go ahead" to pull Salty from the shelter. Actually the "go ahead" was more like a shove out the door, but bless his heart he worries about dogs in pounds and once the decision is made to save one, I don't think he can sleep until they are safe. Salty was listed as a girl because his "boy parts" were hidden behind folds and folds of fat. We found out he was a boy and all had a good laugh about that. However, the general state of Salty's health is no laughing matter. He is at least thirty pounds overweight and at his age, it is hard on his joints to carry all of that excess poundage around. Since he has been here, he has already lost four pounds. I think his weight loss because he likes to walk around and smell things. As you can see, he wants back inside and on the bed once he is finished with his perambulations, and if the door doesn't get opened fast enough, we are treated to the coonhound song. Salty's voice is very deep with lots of soft "airy" bass in it. Very Pretty Indeed! Unfortunately, we just found out that Salty has heartworms and because of his advanced age and his physical condition, our vet does not want to treat him. We are hoping that some weight loss, 21 days of doxycycline and Heartgard will make him a better risk for treatment down the line. Keep your fingers crossed as we were not counting on having another permadog!
You can see my leg and barn boot on the ladder and both of his front feet are on the bottom rung. Look at that impatient look on his face - I can almost hear him calling, "hey hhhuurrry up, mom, we are all hungry down here!".
The fields are all greening up nicely but my lazy boys don't want to walk out for fifty feet to get the new green stuff. After all, why walk when mama throws alfalfa/grass mix from the loft. Sigh. Hope you all are having a good time in the fabulous weather we are having - I'll be back soon with more news of the great goings on at Dogrush.