You may heard of Chiquita's fondness for her family of faux furry babies, and her habit of nesting on them and her pile of eggs" aka tennis balls like a little mother hen. She's an adorable little pooch and we, the barn crew, enjoy her antics during our shifts with the barn dogs.
But Ms Maude of the
squishy round-eyed face has also discovered things she's very fond of: playtime with friends; the sweet sun spots where it's not too hot for a
little sun-bathing; her comfy re-homed leather chair; and during my
last shift, she showed me her newest "simple" pleasure.
It happened while Maude was supervising my chores, making sure I filled
the buckets with cool fresh water, sweeping the dust-bunnies from the
corners of the kennels, and....just as I was about to fold the clean
laundry piled on the couch, I realized that I couldn't see or hear Maude
anywhere. So I called her, and then, rising from the midst of the pile
of laundry, up popped Maude's blocky head with a look of ecstasy on her
face. She had discovered the joy of laundry - warm, soft,
fresh smelling clean laundry...the.best.bed.ever!
look on her face as I gently removed the pile from under her reluctant
butt was priceless.
So I'm adding to Maude's wishlist for her new family - a request. She
would like a home where she will be allowed to "help" with the laundry,
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Hiding a Bug
news in August 2013. The canine victims of this cruelty were all waiting in limbo while the defendants played the cards they were dealt: After their arrests, they could transfer ownership so their dogs could be streamlined into rescue groups and start new lives, or they could make them wait several long months in shelter kennels until they either pled guilty or their case went to trial. Evidence against the pups' owner was piled skyscraper high and the other defendants in the case were quick to enter guilty pleas, but he was said to be extra stubborn. We learned early on that it was going to be a long, long wait. "Months," was the answer we received when we accepted the secret squirrel assignment.
It's certain that the dog fighter knew - as did we - that there was a chance the case could be dismissed on a technicality and the pups would have to be returned. We tried not to think about that possibility too much.
Below: Greeting a stranger on the way home to Oakland. "Oh a puppy! Did you just adopt her?" Foster mom Katie Moyer mumbled a quick fib, one of many she'd be telling over the next few months.
We met them all just over six weeks later when our team of ten volunteered to spend Christmas week with 160 of the dogs from the case. They were receiving care at the busy HSUS-run shelter "somewhere in the southeast." (Location held secret for obvious reasons). The ASPCA hosted the rest of the dogs from the case in a different location.
The bulk of the dogs we worked with had already been waiting four long months when we met them. Federal prosecutors worked steadily to build their cases against the thirteen men who'd been charged with abusing their dogs in three different states and numerous staged dog fights. Thankfully, Bug never experienced that world, but growing up in a loud and busy shelter can bring its own damage to young minds, so getting them into home environments meant saving their lives in a different way. How could we say no? When we flew home, we maneuvered the litter through a busy airport and slid tiny carriers filled with pee pads, chews and precious cargo under our airplane seats and on our way to new adventures.
Our wonderful volunteers were under strict orders: "Do not facebook your project pups and don't tell anyone where they came from or what their story is." A tall order in the SF bay area where pit bull puppies are crack to the thousands of dog lovers who live here. The foster homes told vague stories, "They're rescue pups from BADRAP," and in the flurry of daily life, no one seemed to notice that our website and social media never made mention of them.
The first order of business when raising a puppy into a healthy dog is designing positive experiences with as many dogs, people and places as she can comfortably handle. Bug hit the lottery with two different foster homes, a bevy of dog friends, field trips and adventures. Her caretakers coached her through her shy spells, taught her good puppy manners, suffered through her car sickness phase and bravely channeled her larger than life energy level into non-stop play sessions ('zoom' means 'ZOOOOM' to Bug). She spent time at the barn for rowdy play sessions with Molly, Elliot and Eddie - and most recently, enjoys foster home life with Uncle Teddles and foster mom Cindy.
Aunt Molly gives in to the cheek grabs:
Growing up, Bug hit the "ear hat" phase back in March, three months after her arrival. We regretfully edited her gorgeous image from social media updates as the weeks ticked by.
News Link. They are not set to be sentenced until October 2014.
Bug will never know about that world or about the stresses of growing up into an adult dog in a shelter kennel. We're so very indebted to our team of volunteers for making this right.
Bug is the only pup now looking for a home. She's fun, energetic, hopeful and incredibly affectionate. She's in her teenage stage now, so is full of energy and would love to live with a dog or two who can appreciate her "Life is a Party' play style. Foster mom Cindy has given her excellent leash skills, fine tuned her social skills and helped her develop calm crate time patience. We'll be rolling out more info, photos and meet-n-greet opps now that she's ... Free.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Maude: What's in a name?
Canine infatuation arrives in all forms. With this girl, I was smitten the minute I saw her name. MAUDE it said in big capital letters on the side of her kennel.
Maude is also the name of my 8-year-old niece — my only niece — and we are very close. We both love drawing. And elephants. And being silly. And I know, implicitly, that she would be delighted that I’m comparing her to a blocky-headed dog with a slight under-bite.
Canine Maude is every bit as gorgeous as my niece, though considerably less chatty. There are other similarities too. For example, a strong desire to please, tempered with a healthy independent streak.
Both are strong and athletic. Both are curious.
Both know when they've got you wrapped around their little finger (or dew claw).
Both play nicely with others.
And while I would never tell her moms this, when I first learned of my niece’s name, I didn’t love it. Eight years later, it’s one of my very favorites. I think I may be destined to adore every Maude I meet.
It certainly happened with this cutie.
|omiGAUDE, is she cute...|
And like my niece, canine Maude is going to land in someone's family and remind ’em just how incredibly much you can love someone.
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