What Is Not To Love?

Was going to bed and got greeted with this:

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Someone was already in bed and I got the “but you stayed up too late” look. And for the Tunch fans, he is in the window making sure the possums and raccoons are kept at bay.

God, I love those two.








A Pet Rescue Story

Today has sucked. I hope this makes it suck less:

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We always seem to adopt dogs that have a little too much personality. Our first dog was a beautiful black dog that doted on us almost as much as we doted on her. After she was gone, it took a lot of time before we were ready to welcome another dog. But when we did, our new dog became an instant and important member of the family.

This is Sunshine or as we affectionately call her, Crazy White Dog.
Sunny was rescued from Arkansas by the Camano Island Animal Rescue north of Seattle, WA. We found her through Petfinder.com (http://www.petfinder.com/index.html) a great resource for finding pets! We thought we were adopting a golden
retriever mix but 2 weeks after adopting her the yellow part of her
coat disappeared and we got Crazy White Dog(TM)

Note: Camano Island Animal Rescue found Sunny while adopting 2 other dogs from Arkansas. A trucker’s network that transports dogs for adoption gave Sunny a ride to the Pacific Northwest (where it is not quite sunny).

When you look at Sunny, people often think, “what a beautiful and
happy face”. That is how she pulls you in. Behind the good looks is a lot of crazy. There is a lovely path worn through the grass from her insistence on running in only one trail in the yard. She grumbles and complains through all her tricks. She spins like the Tasmanian devil after a bath, while throwing herself on the rugs to dry off. She sleeps in the shower after storms. She will only go to the bathroom in our yard, which is not so great for weeklong vacations.

Her favorite thing to do is run full speed at the sliding door to show her great desire to come inside. She sometimes scratches at the screen door for added effect. As soon as we open the door, she sprints away. It never gets old.

But she loves every person and animal she meets. She tells you a
story when you come home. She grabs your arms and makes sure you pay attention to what she is telling you. She entertains us with crazy runs through the house. And the whole family loves every strange and wonderful part of her.

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This is your open thread.








Someone Got a Bath Tonight

There was shaking, barking, whining, yelping and streaking. It was almost like being an undergrad again, but with less booze:

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Consider this your open thread for the evening.








Pet Rescue Story

Now for something different:

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Adopted babes Ronin + Bella. Ronin (black-ish) came from a great organization here in Portland called Second Chance Companions – http://www.sccpets.com/ He’s plott hound(bear hunter)/lab and needless to say hes…. Assertive. Bella(redish brown/black) came from the humane society – http://southwesthumane.org/. We know she is lab/something. I like to say lab/pretty – but maybe shepard of some sort. Best dogs ever. I’m glad you found yours.

Had enough of twitters and blogs. Off to bed.








Late Night Open Thread

I’m lying here with Lily on my chest, and while I love Tunch, I honestly don’t think I have ever loved any one or thing as fully and unconditionally as I love this dog. I know there are some of you who will not understand and think this is an attack on Tunch, but it just isn’t. I love him, too.

But this dog is just my once in a lifetime dog. I know how many whiskers she has, I love the feel of her wet nose, and when I look at her it just makes my chest ache I love her so much.








Wednesday Night Rescue Thread

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The story:

I live with my girlfriend here in Durham NC, and we had been together about two years when we started talking about getting a dog. We had just discussed the idea that morning when her mom calls (they live in Clayton) to tell us that there was a stray in their yard, and she was really pregnant with their boxer’s pups (I wish I had a picture of their boxer, but let me just say he is the largest boxer you’d ever meet. If you want to make a really big dog, feed it a steak every night.)

Well, lo and behold, 2 days after she told us that, the stray had the pups on their property, all 8 beautiful boxer mixes. We took one (Lola, the white and black one) and we helped to find homes for all of the rest.

Cue to 1 1/2 years later, where after months of Lola whining like there’s no tomorrow, we decide we need to get her a sibling. This time we actually got to shop around and look for the dog that would best suit us. We went for a couple of months finding dogs on craigslist and boxer rescues, but by the time we put in a bid to adopt, each dog was already taken (which is a damn good thing, so we weren’t complaining.)

We finally found a dog that was at a shelter and was a nice boxer mix, male, and the description said he was really friendly. However, when we had been looking for dogs, we also saw the ads for Sweetie, the brown and white American Staffordshire terrier mix in the other picture. All the ad said was that her name was Bebe, and she was really sweet, and that she was a boxer mix (which she’s not.) So we knew that Sweetie was at this same shelter, but we really wanted to get a male because Lola was a female.

The day comes where we get down to the shelter, and as we pull into the parking lot, my girlfriend turns to me and tells me she’s going to fall in love with the first dog she sees. Well, sure enough, we walk into the cage area and right there, first cage on the left, is Sweetie. She was stick skinny, hair matted, and the backs of her paws had blisters on them from where she constantly pawed on the cage at the people that came in there. It was a very sad sight, but we wanted to take a look at the boxer mix we had originally gone in to see. We get him into the acquaintance room, and he doesn’t pay attention to us whatsoever. He just sniffed around the room, and then peed on the wall. Needless to say, we were a bit disappointed. However, the entire time we were in the room, Sweetie could see us from her cage and she was DYING for us to pet her. She had her ears fully back and was doing the little “I gotta pee” dance to the full hilt. We had the male boxer taken back to his cage, and we said we wanted to see her as well. Well, the second we got her into the room, she was all over us, just loving being petted and licking our faces. At that moment, we knew we didn’t even have to make a decision, Sweetie was going home with us.

Little did we know that we would be adopting the world’s most hyper dog. From the moment she stepped foot in our house, she has had a ball in her mouth at least 18 hours a day, just wanting us to throw it for her. I’ve even spent 6 hours straight throwing the ball with a chuck-it, and the only reason we quit was because we had to go in and eat dinner. She was still bringing us a rope toy at the table.

We originally got Sweetie so Lola would maybe stop whining, but now Lola whines and Sweetie wants us to throw the ball, so they now both require constant attention, but I tell you, I couldn’t be happier.

They’re both about 3 years old now, and every day we spend an hour and a half at the local dog park (Pineywood dog park, it’s on facebook!) throwing the ball for Sweetie and the frisbee for Lola.

Having these two dogs in our lives is the best thing I have ever done, and I still tear up when I’m remembering how sad Sweetie looked when we first got her.

I really just want to thank you, John, for all these wonderful stories about Lily and all the other dogs. I look forward to reading your blog every day, and though I love the snarkiness, the posts about the dogs are definitely my favorite.

Cheers,
Daniel

Consider this your open thread.








Woofstock

Tammy and I took Samantha and Lily to “woofstock,” a dog show sort of thing run by a local animal group. Was kind of fun, with lots of pets and their people, some booths selling pet goods, and some silly stuff like a “Boston Marathon” where they raced Boston Terriers. Both dogs behaved very well, and here are some pics:

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Yes, I know she is not supposed to ride like that, but sometimes I let her anyway.

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The girls behaving. They both were really good, especially considering how many dogs were there. This pic is for Tbogg:

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That was Daisy, the most adorable little Basset Hound puppy. And finally, this is for Oliver Willis:

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You haven’t lived until you have watched a Dachsund run agility drills.

I’m heading to tTammy and Brian’s to make dinner, so you all behave.