Wednesday Morning Open Thread: There Are Still Heroes


As the owner of a 16-year-old rescue dog who still bolts for freedom every chance he gets, I cannot tell you how happy this story made me. But maybe you can guess!

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Olivia Nuzzi is a hero — or at least a media ninja — in her own right:

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You too can be a hero…



Cat Bleg- Two Good Cats Need a Home

I have horrible news from my good friend Nikki, but it could be very good news for someone who wants to adopt two wonderful kitties:

For the past couple of months, my five month old has been dealing with a lot of skin issues. Rash, itching, scratching, and occasional hives. She’s been to her pediatrician, a dermatologist, and most recently, an allergist. Two weeks ago she had allergy testing and we found out that she is allergic to our cats. We have discussed our options and have decided to follow the allergist’s advice for what’s best for baby. We need to rehome our cats.

The cats don’t deserve this and if we could keep them and the keep the baby healthy, we would. We have reached out to our family and our friends, but people are reluctant to take in a “used” cat. But let me tell you – these are GOOD used cats. Chelsea (the gray shorthair cat, female) is about 10 years old and is very affectionate. She loves to be held and and rubbed and enjoys napping all day. She likes the occasional can of wet food and loves to look out the window. Jozy (the fuzzier cat, male) is about 7 years old. He loves winding around our legs and is very friendly. He prefers to lay near the humans and not ON the humans. He purrs like a jackhammer and is a big, happy boy.

Both cats are fixed and have been indoor cats their entire lives except for the rare visit outdoors when we forget to shut the front door. Chelsea will explore outside for 5-10 minutes and then come back to the door. Jozy will demand to come back inside once he realizes that he has escaped, which is usually less than 30 seconds. They are good with kids. We have a 2 year old that loves on them every day. We have never had a dog, but my mom’s small dogs used to visit and they tolerated them just fine.

We would prefer that they find a new indoor home together, as we assume they are good friends. But more importantly, we want them to find a new home that isn’t a shelter, because we know what their fate would be if they were to go there.

To be clear, we are devastated to have to get rid of these two. We love them so much but our baby is clearly suffering. We are hopeful that someone else will see their potential, take a chance, and love them like we do.

I recommended putting the five month old up for adoption because she’s so young she probably wouldn’t remember anyway and the cats were there first and will be less expensive and less trouble in the long run, but apparently Nikki has become quite attached to her, so I guess we need to find a home for the cats. I’ve met both of them and spent quite a bit of time with Chelsea who is an absolute dear, and I feel just horrible for Nikki.

As you can tell, they are happy, healthy, well-adjusted kitties, and if you are interested, please email me.








Puppy Rescue Bleg – DC Area

From commentor Kay (not the front pager):

My DIL’s best friend is very ill. She is hoping to go home to Korea in 2 weeks so her mom can take care of her if she is well enough (she’s in the hospital now, just out of ICU). She has a 12 week old part-chihuahua puppy she was planning to take with her, but she just found out it would have to be in a long quarantine.

Does anyone know anyone who would be interested in this (really adorable) puppy? I can’t take him. I already have two very large and cantankerous cats and a very small and cantankerous dog. None of them will take kindly to a happy little puppy soaking up all the attention.

The little guy came to visit yesterday, and he really is a sweetie. He is trained to a pad indoors (100% pee, ~80% poop), but had not been outdoors until yesterday. My son spent quite a bit of time outside with him, trying to train him to go outside to “do his business.” He did finally get the idea, so it looks like he can be trained for walks.

He’s been trained to the “sit” command, but probably will need additional obedience training. He loved our dog, and followed him around outside (we had to keep him in his crate in the basement inside to keep him safe from the dog and cats). He’s a little shy, but a little kibble in the hand quickly makes you his best friend.

Seeing him in person, I have my doubts about his parentage. He is a lot longer than our chihuahua, and his legs are a LOT shorter. I’m guessing there is dachshund in there somewhere… Anyway, he (probably) won’t get too big, but he won’t be so tiny that his bones are fragile like chihuahuas and mini pincers.

He looks a little dour in these pictures, but he has the cutest grin when he’s outside!

His current name is Snowee (I assume because of his snowy white tux shirt), but he’s young enough to learn another name.

I’m in the DC/Metro area. If you know anyone in the surrounding area (within like half a day’s drive or so), I would be glad to bring the little guy around. He’s 12 weeks old, has his shots current up to 12 weeks, and is pad trained.

Chihuahuas and dachshunds, even more than most small dogs, are notorious for bonding to their person, with all their considerable hearts (cf: Lily Cole). This little guy is at a prime age to become someone’s soul-friend for the next fifteen to twenty years…

If you know someone who might be interested, leave a comment below, or contact me (annelaurie [dot] bj [at] gmail [dot] com) and I’ll forward your message to Kay.








Thursday Morning Open Thread: Respite KITTENS!

From beloved-for-good-reason commentor Satby:

We’re growing a fine crop of kittens. Some are real heartbreakers they’re so cute.


In a perfect world, I’d be claiming the fuzzy little smoky tabby philosopher, and as many of the coal-black sweeties as hadn’t already been snapped up. (In this one, we already have two 15lb boy-cats who barely get along with each other, and three neurotic rescue dogs who go into meltdown mode whenever the composition of the household changes.)

Apart from sweet daydreams, what’s on the agenda for the day?



Proxy Pet Blogging Open Thread: Two Good Dogs, One… Not So Much

I have been in Chunk’s momma’s shoes. (Yes, and I have introduced myself, more than once, as “[insert dog’s name] mommy”, because social norms stop being embarrassing, eventually.)


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Cat “Semi-Bleg” — Houston Area

From commentor Kirk S:

The background:
I live in an apartment complex in Houston – been here for three years now. There’s a cat colony in our section that has an extremely prolific mother. Unfortunately she’s also very smart about traps and completely opposed to a hand or other human body part within a couple of feet. At the same time she knows – and teaches her kittens – that people are where the food is. (We are not the only ones. We put out water as do a few other apartments. Sometimes we put out dry cat food.) As a consequence the descendants range from skittish to pet-like in behavior.

The cat you see in the picture was one of Mama’s litter from a few months ago. She’s one of the ‘wants to be a pet’ cats – though cautious of new people, she wanted to be petted and held, and would try to come inside. The kittens were her first litter at what is way too early an age.

How much too early? Wednesday afternoon she dropped 8 kittens in a circling line, crying in pain, and once the last was out she ran. A neighbor and my wife saw the later end of this and gathered the living kittens – the four survivors – brought them into the apartment in a small box, and gave them a little water.

Soon after this cat came to the Mrs. wanting to be held and comforted. So Mrs. brought her in and put them all together. The cat was panicky and kept pushing the kittens away till Mrs. found a larger box (a microwave box headed for the trash), put a towel in the bottom, put kittens and cat inside, and lowered two flaps to form a cave. A few minutes later the four kittens were nursing.

The plea:
My apartment allows me to have two pets. I have two dogs. Now I’ve got a cat and kittens and they can’t stay.
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Thursday Morning Open Thread: What, Son?

From inveterate commentor Miss Bianca:

Most all y’all know that my old dog, the noble Stella, died recently. So many jackals sent their condolences in response to my distress call that I was quite overwhelmed. I can’t thank you all enough for letting me know that I wasn’t alone in feeling the pain of a beloved dog passing. I’m getting weepy just thinking about it.

I expected to stay weepy for quite some time as we made the transition to a one-dog household. I meant to put away Stella’s bowl, take the ramp back that the vet had lent me to get her into and out of the car…make plans that included a trip out of town this week to look at a horse (because hell, why not jump right into having more animals to take care of, right?). You know, deal with the loss. But certainly not by getting another dog. Oh, no, not yet.

Then last Wednesday – this was not 72 hours after Stella’s passing, mind – my boon companion D, whose house I have the honor of sharing, and whose preferred canine companion would be something the size and shape of a Pomeranian, showed me a text he got from our neighbors down the road, with a photo of a very sad-looking puppy . “Do you recognize this dog?” was the question. They had found him on the porch, huddled next to their courtly elderly Airedale, who was watching over him.

Well, no. And no tag on the collar, no chip…but puncture wounds on his neck and side, and one ear. And since ours is not a neighborhood where a little puppy is likely to stray into from elsewhere – we’re a fair ways off the road – the dark suspicion that he had been dumped, and savaged by either another dog or a wild animal, occurred to all of us.

Well, you can guess what happened. “Going to see the puppy” became “taking the puppy to the vet” became “taking the puppy in to foster” became “puppy is now home” within the space of a week.

So then the name game began…and since I was in a sentimental mood, and had just been thinking about what Stella – and our late lamented Walter – would have been like as puppies, I wanted something reminiscent of either Stella or Walter. So first came the star-themed names, and “Astro” made the short list. But then D said “Astro” reminded him of a Chevy van, so that one was out. Then the “W” names – Wesley? Wallace? Wash? Winston? Nothing was sticking, till we were watching “Veronica Mars” the other night and D blurted out, “Watson”.

“Watson. Watson. YEESSS!! WATSON!! ”

So, say hello to Watson, BJ! I am convinced Stella has been meddling from beyond the grave to bring us together. And Watson, meet your new fan base!

 

Welcome, Watson! (And forgive the title — I have a nasty cold, and not being able to breathe properly is starving my brain of oxygen.)