Walter’s Second Day in Forever

First, the pictures. Here he is with his new bff, Ellie:

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I bet some of you won’t even be able to figure out which one he is!

And here he is lying on his new bed:

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Debit passes along two notes. First things first- apparently Walter makes friends quick:

Did I tell you? Tim called Sunday to check up on Walter. The old guy sure knows how to make friends.

Tim was the driver, who spent only 12 hours with him.

Second, Debit had her vet give Walter a lookover:

He was a huge hit at the vet’s office. Both the vet and the tech sat down on the floor to do the exam, and after a few minutes Walter decided to plant his butt in the vet’s lap. She was amazed at his progress (I showed her the picture from when you found him) and said to just keeping doing what you’d started: feeding him and giving him plenty of soft places to sleep. She treated his right ear for what she said looked like a chronic infection, and gave me meds to continue in hopes we can clear it up. Otherwise, as a last case scenario, she said an ear canal ablation could be done. It would leave him totally deaf in that ear, but she suspects he can’t hear much out of it anyway. They contacted your vet to get his blood work and whoever answered the phone exclaimed, “Walter the Miracle Dog!” :)

I’m taking him back in one month so they can do blood work and see if the Rimadyl is causing any adverse reactions to his liver and/or kidneys. Meanwhile, I’m starting him on glucosamine chews and adding fish oil to his food. She said that he can gain about five more pounds, but no more, as his knees are shot. Short walks of five to ten minutes on grass should be his limit for now, until we see if the supplements are helping. I don’t know that he’s ever going to be totally pain free, but we’ll do out best to get him as close to it as possible. She commented that he’d obviously had a hard life and that if he wasn’t outright abused he was neglected to the point it became abuse. I mean, above and beyond the whole being left to starve to death thing.

He was really anxious in the car, and cried a little when we got back in, but once we pulled up to the house he started scrabbling at the windows and actually ran to the back door, tail going a mile a minute. The he flopped down on his bed and went to sleep.

So we’re home and all is well. Still no accidents or drama.

Everything seems ok, and Debit still sounds giddy when I talk to her. Wait until I butt dial her by accident a few times.








Walter’s New Home

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An update on our boy:

Good morning! Here’s an update if you want to post it, and a bonus picture. Walter may be in Minnesota, but his support for the Steelers will never waver.

Walter is doing great. He really likes Ellie; laid down next to her at one point and went to town cleaning her ears. He’s been a perfect gentleman to the cats, and they are already acting as if he’s always been here.

He can’t make it up the stairs to my bedroom so I put him in the kitchen for the night with a pet bed. I realized when I woke up that I’d forgotten to remove the garbage can and resigned myself to a mess. Not so! He was a perfect gentleman in that regard too and left it unmolested. No accidents at all. My daughter let him out around 6:00 and he peed, then after I fed him some breakfast he went outside and pooped three times. I was going to put his meds in some cheese, but when one half skittered off the counter as I was splitting it he snarfed it up right off the floor.

He’s such a people person. He cried when Tim left last night, and it broke my heart to leave him alone when I finally crashed. He follows us from room to room; right now he’s sacked out under my feet in the family room. I was concerned at his panting and hoped it was just anxiety based, and am pretty sure that’s the case as he’s finally stretched out on his side and breathing normally.

He is such a good, sweet boy. I can’t imagine how his former owner could have abandoned him to such a horrible ordeal. All he wants is some love, some food, and comfy place to sleep.

John, I know you and your vet have already taken care of everything that needed to be done, but I’m going to try to get him to my vet tomorrow for a once over. That way my vet knows what we’re dealing with.

I want to thank everyone again. Thank you all so much for the donations that allowed Walter to get her, for the emails of support and offers for help, for the comments and encouragement. John, thank you so much for trusting me with Walter’s care going forward. I don’t know when his journey will be over, but I do know it will end here. He is home.

I just got off the phone with Debit, and she is sitting on the couch with two cats and with two pooches on the floor, so it sounds like things are going well. I was surprised to learn that Walter was a Steelers fan- he neglected to tell me that, but Debit says he is!








Guess Who Made It Home!

Here’s a rare treat for you late night/early morning juicers! The driver and Debit decided to just get everything done tonight so Tim could head out early tomorrow when he woke up, so Deb put on a pot of coffee and I stayed up to get some pictures. So here you go, hot off the presses:

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She said he kept moving a lot, exploring everything, so it was hard to get a good picture. That made me rejoice, because it will be nice reading you all complain about someone else’s photography for a change. Then she sent me this adorable picture, which kind of screwed that all up:

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I dunno if I did a good enough job with my descriptions and pictures of Walter, but this really captures his essence. He’s just a happy boy and sweet old fellow. Like I said, he’s got a little hitch in his giddyup because of the mistreatment and the three bad knees, but he’s chock full of spirit, got a million dollar smile, adorable summer teeth (some are here, some are there), and a real twinkle in his eye. He’s got a life in him for an older dog, and he’s going to make Debit a good companion. The cats are going to be sleeping with the old gentle fellow in no time.

Now y’all control yourselves and give Debit until noon tomorrow to fill you in and don’t raise a fuss in every comment thread. She needs to get some sleep. You know how we olds are when we stay up past our bedtime.








Saturday Morning Open Thread: “Not Really A Pet Bleg”

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From beloved commentor Satby:

I mentioned on various threads I had a previously adopted dog come back, ostensibly because he supposedly bit the owner’s mother on the foot. I know the backstory, mom and her hubby both are alcoholics, and later the story changed to mom being bit because she was holding a broom. My guess is that when the owner wasn’t around mom was abusive. I think the owner, who was in tears when he brought the dog back, suspected that too.

The dog’s name is Bubba, a beagle-Boston terrier mix, and he’s shown no aggression at all. I really pushed this sweet boy with Safer testing to try to see if he’d snap at me. Nothing, not a nip or a snarl, only a waggy tail and cuddles. He gets along with the other dogs and cats, he’s been fine with older kids (as a smaller dog I wouldn’t adopt him out to a family with a young child), but he’s a bit timid until he knows he’s safe. He is crate trained, but in my house he has his own room (the bathroom) for his safe place.

I hate to break Bubba’s heart because he’s clearly happy to be home again with old Rosie and Hershey; but in my new home I will already be over the city limit with the dogs I have and may need to foster the younger ones out if I get busted. So I’m hoping to find a home with people who can appreciate this guy’s sweet and sensitive nature and would like an obedient and loyal little friend.

I want to keep him in the Midwest region so that I’m available just in case a new home doesn’t work out, but I don’t believe that will be a problem. He’s a good boy who went to a loving owner, but the owner’s situation changed when mom moved in.

The top photo is him sitting pretty, with Shiva: Destroyer of Sheets and Dog Beds glowering in her cage behind (she’s a bit of a bully to my old girl, they take turns being out).
Photo at the bottom is Bubba with Hershey in the background.

If someone is interested they can contact me via the Etsy shop.

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Friday Morning Open Thread: Happy International Dog Day!

A made-up gimmick of a holiday intended to push… awareness of how many good dogs are waiting for homes. Because we all need more excuses to talk about our four-legged companions.

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(Zevon, via Papillon Rescue PA)

Yes, there are people who take even worse pictures of their beloved pets than John Cole.

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(Gloria, accidental failed foster —–>)

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(For balance: National Cat Day is October 29th.)

Apart from remembering the good stuff, what’s on the agenda as we wrap up the week?



Only in West Virginia and a Walter Update

I had to head to the big city to go to get stuff I couldn’t find at the general store (produce and the like), and had to stop for this:

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In West Virginia, mom, dad, sis, and the calf meet junior at the bus stop on the first day of school. I just love that I was able to capture this happening.

Too Walter to the vet for his shots, a final checkup, so more pain meds, and a health certificate, and, because no good deed goes unpunished, despite taking a walk prior to loading Walter where he did two bm’s and three potties, he took a ginormous shit in the back seat and then proceeded to sit and walk in it and grind it into every square inch of the back seat. It’s embedded in the seams of the leather, in the slots for the seat belts, in the carpet on the floor, everywhere. As soon as I smelled it my internal monologue was “NO NO NOOO NOOO NOOO PLEASE DON’T HAVE DONE WHAT I THINK YOU DID.” I pulled over, and he had.

I have pictures of it (because of course I do), but I’m not going to post them because I don’t want the website turning into Dogshit Afficionado. I got him cleaned up enough to go in for his appointment, and hosed him off and got most of it cleaned up, but I am going to have to take this to a professional and pay to have it surgically cleaned. Despite my best efforts, there is still mashed in dog shit in places I didn’t know my car had places. It’s always fucking something.

Got Walter in, and they oohhed and ahhhed all over him, and we weighed him, and he is now 87lbs. He was 63 lbs just 17 days ago, and we think he needs to be about 95lb to be at his perfect weight. You can still feel his spine.

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He got all his immunizations and I got all his records and a list of everything that has been done the past few weeks and a health certificate so he can travel on Saturday, and everything is going great with our boy. The nurses gave him some goodbye treats and kisses and shed a few tears (Monica cries about everything- I just love her to death. Whenever a pet is put down she sits in the room and cries with the owners. She’s just an angel.):

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So, everything is set for a safe transport on Saturday. I got a new bottle of Remadyl and need to pick up a new bag of Science Diet so Deb does not have to rush out and buy food the moment he shows up, even I figure she probably will run to the store anyway to buy treats and toys. Also need to pick up a couple bones for his ride.

At any rate, I am off to take a shower BECAUSE FUCKING GROSSNESS HAPPENED IN MY CAR and then take a nap.








Monday Evening Open Thread: Olympic Blessing

According to Vice, the Rio spendathon did some good for dogs and cats:

… Ferriera, who works with the Rio Olympics Sustainability Department, was there to help them. Danielle Bambace of World Animal Protection’s Brazil chapter, who was also there to document the captures, told me Maracana is not a safe place for cats. Some local soccer fans consider them bad omens. Both fans and stadium workers have been known to kill cats if they see them on game day, sometimes in particularly brutal fashion; Bambace said that when they first came to inspect the area, they found about 60 dead cats around the stadium. Also, the cats breed quickly here. Before the Olympics, there were some 100 cats outside the stadium. Within a few months, Bambace estimates, there could be five or six hundred.

Ferriera trapped 10 cats that night. All will be spayed and neutered, and any that need veterinary care will receive it before being released back into a special cat area inside Maracana’s grounds equipped with play areas that will hopefully keep them safe even after the Olympics are over.

Ferriera has had his eye on this cat colony for years, but the money has never been available to properly deal with it in a humane way. Because of this, Ferriera feels like one of the athletes competing at the Olympics, at least in the sense that he, too, has been waiting for many years to achieve a goal he’s had for a long time. “Without the Olympics,” he said, “it wouldn’t happen.”…

Back in November, Rosângela Ribeiro, the veterinary programs director for World Animal Protection (WAP), emailed the Rio 2016 sustainability department wanting to know what they planned to do with stray dogs and cats found during construction of Rio’s venues. She only had domestic animals in mind, but within a few hours, the sustainability department invited her to a meeting. Ribeiro met with the department for four hours, asking them what they planned to do. As she remembers it, they told her that they had no real plan.

Over the ensuing months, WAP worked with the organizers to create a comprehensive plan to humanely handle wildlife and domestic animals found at the venues, as well as addressing long-standing stray issues near venues like the one at Maracana. Rio 2016 doesn’t pay WAP anything, but the organizers cover the costs for trapping, spaying/neutering, and veterinary care…

At WAP’s recommendation, the sustainability department hired biologist Guilherme Andreoli to be the point of contact for all animal-related issues at venues. During an adoption event for the many good dogs rescued at Olympic venues in Barra da Tijuca last Saturday, Andreoli told me about the time he recently had to dive into a pool and put a feisty capybara in a headlock to remove it from the water. Not long after, he got a call alerting him to an alligator in a tent at the golf course, but he was waiting to hear if it was a “small, not a problem” alligator, as he put it, or a bigger, more worrying one…

Apart from warm fuzzies (however temporary), what’s on the agenda for the evening?