The detectives - aka vacuum cleaners
I think if we ever own another beagle . . . we need to name it something like Oreck, Kirby or Roomba.
Foster Puppy #2
>> Saturday, January 24, 2009
This is Jude (or Judy, rather) the beagle. She came in last night. She's only 10" tall (that's full-grown!). She's very shy, so - shhh!
Read more...Hey Jude
She walks very slowly, due to her left leg being hurt. Slow as in snail pace. The sweetie has a lot of ouchies . . . like she's been running through briers. As well as heart worms. She is such a little trooper.
Before we got the email about Jude we were already planning on another "baby" coming Monday. Our first time with two foster doggies . . . *gulp* It'll be fun.
I'll hide the camera if you'll come back . . .
>> Tuesday, January 20, 2009
*wails*
It's still no fun having no idea where she is or if she's adjusting to her new family well. Nada. Nothing. Except that she went on a transfer to VA. We joke about the whole "top secret" stuff about Cammy's transfer . . . We pretend it's so secret because she's going to the White House. haha. Just a joke. But it's a funny picture isn't it? I can just see her stamping her feets at the white house for her supper. Oh dear. Read more...
Something to Entertain You
>> Monday, January 19, 2009
I'm supposed to be working on a new story, but Petfinder.com distracted me with it's entirely unexpected and far too cute Mutt-Maker. What does your dream mutt look like?
Cammy
>> Thursday, January 15, 2009
She got very excited after I took this photo . . . as if to ask "Did you get it?!?! Did you get it?!?" I did. But took it again . . . just because she is so cuuute. Then she wagged her tail in contentment. She knows how adorable she is. Yes, sirree and adores being reminded.
Dear, dear Cammy was picked up this morning at 7. Must go back to the shelter and get ready for her transfer to VA, to her happy forever home. It would have been so much easier to hand her to the happy forever family ourselves. But que sera, sera. As long as it's happy indeed . . . we are happy.
Bebe was such a good trooper. . . most doggies would be pretty upset about this whole foster thing. Oh no, not Bebe. She was excited from the minute Cammy got here. She likes being 'the dog' muchly, but adores having guests. Poor Bebe, fell into a mini depression after Miss Evelyn left with Cammy. Couldn't tell . . . was she sad that her new friend left? Or that Miss Evelyn didn't take her? hehe. She loves Miss Evelyn very much.
We miss Cammy already. It has been a very sad day. But it was so worth it. We are all looking forward to fostering again . . . hopefully next time he/she will tolerate Daddy? Yes. That would be nice. Read more...
Quick, before the taters are done...
>> Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Being a stray and all, Cammy doesn't seem to respond to the name Cammy. Inspired by our groomer, we've been playing a game of calling her all sorts of names. "Emily?" "Gizmo?" "Heidi?" Nope. (Bebe, meanwhile, responds enthusiastically to all of the above. Love that dog!)
First Foster Doggie
>> Friday, January 9, 2009
She got here last night around 9. Cammy is an absolute darling!! She shows her appreciation about meals. Likes those lots. She likes being near people. Head rubs are definitely her thing.
This experience has been rather heart wrenching. But it literally feels so good . . . finally being able to foster and help. This baby is a sweet lovable and just good dog. It would have been a complete waste to lose dear Cammy. She is going to make her future family SO happy.
She's Here!
As We Were Saying...
>> Thursday, January 8, 2009
This story begins several weeks ago, in the fall, when Laura, our niece De'Anna and me were walking back from the park. We happened upon a little black dog wandering around the streets. He looked old and sick and when we went back to check a while later, he was still there. We took him home and posted flyers all up and down the street. We contacted a local realtor, who has a heart for helping strays and generously offered to take him to a vet, but the little black dog didn't last through the night. About two weeks later, we got a call from the owners. His name was Sonny and he had been very sick for a very long time.