Upon coming home from the Walmart with some groceries, I was greeted by 8 sets of canine eyes and waggly tails. All wanting to go out and run in the snow. I walked through the early dusk, knee deep in snow, with pups nipping at the tabs on my muck boots. The yard being fenced we did not wonder far but in circles. Suddenly I was a child again making the circle and pie wedges for the game The Fox and the Hens. I was the only hen and 6 of the 8 dogs were the foxes. It turns out they cheat! They did not stay on the paths for long. The mutts cut across the wedges to get at me and did not care if I was safe in the "Hen House" center. I got mugged anyway. As I was the youngest of the 5 children in our family, I never did win, it seems I still won't. Not if I play with 3 puppies and 3 grown dogs. Oh well, fun is fun.
Pax Christi.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Feckless, Just feckless
Here I sit aggravated with my hopeless attempts to be creative with my digitizing for the embroidery machine, particularly because, after an hour’s work, my new printer refused to work. It sends an error message that there is paper jammed in the back. There is, of course nothing there, not even dust, as we blew it all out with compressed air. Now I have to drive all the way to Mentor, to Best Buy to ask for another on.
May be it is I how has no feck. May be it is a test of my patience. May be I’ll just go take a shower after I check of the three foster pups who are residing in my basement laundry room. Too much foot patter is coming from the basement, indicating they pint size canines have made the great escape from behind out barrier.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Poor old Peanut Butter
Peanut butter the Pit still resides at the ACAPL. Her old foster dad sometimes takes her for a ride in the truck and she gets a run in the fields, but she still has to go back to the shelter.
We now foster a lovely beagle who was part of a rescue of 12 beagles from a hoarder. Fiona is 8 years old but you should see her play in the yard. She and the Amer. mix have a great time.
Peanut Butter and Fiona want a forever home and look at you with sad dogie eyes. It breaks our tiny little hearts.
We now foster a lovely beagle who was part of a rescue of 12 beagles from a hoarder. Fiona is 8 years old but you should see her play in the yard. She and the Amer. mix have a great time.
Peanut Butter and Fiona want a forever home and look at you with sad dogie eyes. It breaks our tiny little hearts.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Update on Peanut Butter pit mix and Annie the cat
It has been so long since I blogged that I had to look up my pass word!
Anyway, Here is the news on Peanut Butter and Annie the one eyed cat. Right after I blogged the last time. Annie got a forever home and has not come back. Peanut Butter, however, took on her new owner's other dog and was sent packing back to her foster home, where she had been replaced in dominance and got hurt.
Peanut Butter is now at the shelter in a 4 x 5 kennel. She is mended after her fight at the foster home but we have not found her a home where she would be the only dog. She has lost the weight she needed to lose but she still is a frightening looking mutt. We had a drug dealer who wanted her but we sent him packing fast faster than PB was sent back! Nothing scarier than a bunch of angry women.
If you pray for animals, PB sure could use some, as could all our 200 or so cats and dogs, kits and pups.
Anyway, Here is the news on Peanut Butter and Annie the one eyed cat. Right after I blogged the last time. Annie got a forever home and has not come back. Peanut Butter, however, took on her new owner's other dog and was sent packing back to her foster home, where she had been replaced in dominance and got hurt.
Peanut Butter is now at the shelter in a 4 x 5 kennel. She is mended after her fight at the foster home but we have not found her a home where she would be the only dog. She has lost the weight she needed to lose but she still is a frightening looking mutt. We had a drug dealer who wanted her but we sent him packing fast faster than PB was sent back! Nothing scarier than a bunch of angry women.
If you pray for animals, PB sure could use some, as could all our 200 or so cats and dogs, kits and pups.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Tales of the Tails at the APL – Annie
Annie is a black cat brought in to the shelter by a person who “found” her. You can never tell for sure if the animal was found or the owner just got tired it. As it was Annie came in a while ago. She was given her shots, cleaned up and placed in OB. That is the observation room not a place for the animals to deliver young, not that we don’t have a lot of that going on at the shelter. Annie was given a good bill of health and “fixed.” No animal leaves the shelter otherwise.
The problem with Annie was that she was an adult cat with one blind funny looking eye. She had been to the mall shelter several times since she was spayed, but came back to the main shelter each time. A few weeks ago, a man and some of his family came to the mall looking for a pet. The man was older and was wanting a friend to hang around with. He chose Annie because he too was just about blind. We all thought it was a great match, Annie loved the man and the man loved Annie and they had something in common.
I’d like to say that was the end of a happy story, however, when they got home, the man’s eyes started to itch and water. The more Annie snuggled up to her new best friend the worse his eyes bothered him. They family came out the main shelter in tears. He could not keep Annie. He had trouble enough seeing and the itching and watering made it much worse. “I’m so sorry Annie.” the man said with tears from allergies as well as sorrow. They left with no pet for grandpa. It was a sad story all around.
The problem with Annie was that she was an adult cat with one blind funny looking eye. She had been to the mall shelter several times since she was spayed, but came back to the main shelter each time. A few weeks ago, a man and some of his family came to the mall looking for a pet. The man was older and was wanting a friend to hang around with. He chose Annie because he too was just about blind. We all thought it was a great match, Annie loved the man and the man loved Annie and they had something in common.
I’d like to say that was the end of a happy story, however, when they got home, the man’s eyes started to itch and water. The more Annie snuggled up to her new best friend the worse his eyes bothered him. They family came out the main shelter in tears. He could not keep Annie. He had trouble enough seeing and the itching and watering made it much worse. “I’m so sorry Annie.” the man said with tears from allergies as well as sorrow. They left with no pet for grandpa. It was a sad story all around.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Tales of the Tails at the APL -- Peanut Butter
Tales of the Tails at the APL
Let us talk about Peanut Butter. How does this relate to the Animal Protective League, you ask? The answer is simple. Peanut Butter is a head strong “Pit?” mix, who came to the APL two years ago. She was skinny and malnourished, dirty and sore. Peanut Butter was the color of peanut butter. She was low to the ground like an English bull with strong jaws and a strong will. She was brought in by one of the dog wardens, but she did not stay at the APL shelter for long.
Peanut Butter was pregnant, about as pregnant as a dog can be. Because the APL was so full (more than twice capacity), she was given shots and place in a four by four foot kennel. Luckily for Peanut a couple of the dog foster parents happened to be at the shelter that day. They took pity of the poor beast and removed her to their garage/birthing center. The next day Peanut Butter had 10 puppies.
It is the policy of the APL to keep alive any animal that is safe to humans, and I can swear that Peanut Butter was safe. When I went to visit the Joys (the foster parents) they brought me in to see the passel of pups playing in the pen. Peanut Butter insisted I pick them up and give them some love’n. When I sat down on an old couch in the garage, she jumped up to join me. After giving me some love’n she settled with her head in my lap to watch the Joys' children play with hers.
Peanut Butter was so grateful to have a home with food, water and health care, she was determined to attend to everyone with the same love and affection. And so her puppies grew, came of age, were spayed or neutered and went off to their own “forever homes”. Soon the APL received a litter of pups came in with no mom. Peanut Butter was glad of the company and treated these pups as her own until they too came of age, were spayed or neutered and went off to their own “forever homes”. Time passed easy for Peanut Butter. She thought she was in her forever home, with people who loved her.
The Joy’s noticed that Peanut Butter was having trouble with a back leg, but with pups around there was little that could be done. The babies needed their mom or foster mom as the case may be. Now that the pups were all gone, Peanut Butter was scheduled for spaying surgery of her own, and she came through that just fine, but she still had trouble with her hip. The vet did some x-rays and found that the young lady had been hit by a car or club. Her hip had been broken and left to heal on its own. She needed surgery to break it again and set it properly.
The APL had a fund raiser for her surgery, which was done with skill and precision. Peanut Butter was given a clean bill of health. Her hip fixed, her shots all given, and she was spayed. It was time for her to move on to another home so that the next expecting mommy dog could have the space. By this time, more than a year had passed. Peanut Butter had established her self with the other 5 dogs and the family with 4 children. She saw that life was great there. So, what was with being taken to the Mall APL Shelter to sit in a crate and a bunch of strangers looking at her? She did not mind the attention but she certainly did not like that crate. The cookies were nice though.
Week after week, on Saturday, she had to go to the mall and sit in that crate. She got to where she could put up with it ok. The APL costs on Peanut Butter were in excess of $2,000, but the price on poor Peanut Butter kept getting lower and lower. Would no one take this poor dog? Her price dropped to a minuscule $25 and still the weeks came and went with no one to take her.
At last a couple came in looking interested! They had other dogs, fenced yard, and had had “alpha” females before. “We like hard headed dogs.” the wife stated, “and we don’t live in any city that prohibits pits. Can we visit with her in a petting room?” “Come on Baby.” coaxed the man. This puzzled the volunteers a bit but they were hopeful that this might be the couple to take Peanut Butter home. Except, many, many people had looked at her before. They took her into the petting room, the kids gave her cookies and still she had no real home.
A volunteer got Peanut Butter’s records out of the book and told the story again, “She came in pregnant, she had raised her pups and another dogs pups, she had been hit and the hip mended wrong, she had two surgeries, she likes to boss other dogs, she loves and is gentle with kids, she has had all her shots, she has been all this time in a foster home who needs the space for the next pregnant dog, so she is house broken” and on and so on.
The couple left, another, “maybe.” “What do people want anyway?” I thought. “We volunteers have enough pets. I have five dogs, KD has nine, Tam has twelve!” “I’m going to lunch!” I cried, “it’s two o’clock already. RRRuffgh”
When I got back some forty minutes later with a hair cut and a sack of food from down the mall, there seemed to be a party going on or at least a party spirit. “Peanut Butter has a HOME!” they shouted! Another couple came in and quickly “snapped” her up. They paid for her and were in Sears doing some shopping.” Shortly, the couple came back in. “There’s my Daisy!” they called out.
“Daisy?” I thought, “I would never have put that that name on a heavy, low, hard headed, muscular concrete block with golden brown fur on it. But, we all see things differently. That’s what makes the world go around.”
I walked the couple out the special door we can use (no dogs in the mall or through the stores) and watched as Daisy Butter gladly jumped in to the back of her new van and gave a big lick kiss to the back of the head of her new mom. Finally, after some 2.5 years Peanut Butter…er… “Daisy Butter” is going to her forever home. That is just fine. It is the reason for which we saps are here.
Best of luck Daisy! Now, if we could just find a home for Rascal. He is a shy pup.
Let us talk about Peanut Butter. How does this relate to the Animal Protective League, you ask? The answer is simple. Peanut Butter is a head strong “Pit?” mix, who came to the APL two years ago. She was skinny and malnourished, dirty and sore. Peanut Butter was the color of peanut butter. She was low to the ground like an English bull with strong jaws and a strong will. She was brought in by one of the dog wardens, but she did not stay at the APL shelter for long.
Peanut Butter was pregnant, about as pregnant as a dog can be. Because the APL was so full (more than twice capacity), she was given shots and place in a four by four foot kennel. Luckily for Peanut a couple of the dog foster parents happened to be at the shelter that day. They took pity of the poor beast and removed her to their garage/birthing center. The next day Peanut Butter had 10 puppies.
It is the policy of the APL to keep alive any animal that is safe to humans, and I can swear that Peanut Butter was safe. When I went to visit the Joys (the foster parents) they brought me in to see the passel of pups playing in the pen. Peanut Butter insisted I pick them up and give them some love’n. When I sat down on an old couch in the garage, she jumped up to join me. After giving me some love’n she settled with her head in my lap to watch the Joys' children play with hers.
Peanut Butter was so grateful to have a home with food, water and health care, she was determined to attend to everyone with the same love and affection. And so her puppies grew, came of age, were spayed or neutered and went off to their own “forever homes”. Soon the APL received a litter of pups came in with no mom. Peanut Butter was glad of the company and treated these pups as her own until they too came of age, were spayed or neutered and went off to their own “forever homes”. Time passed easy for Peanut Butter. She thought she was in her forever home, with people who loved her.
The Joy’s noticed that Peanut Butter was having trouble with a back leg, but with pups around there was little that could be done. The babies needed their mom or foster mom as the case may be. Now that the pups were all gone, Peanut Butter was scheduled for spaying surgery of her own, and she came through that just fine, but she still had trouble with her hip. The vet did some x-rays and found that the young lady had been hit by a car or club. Her hip had been broken and left to heal on its own. She needed surgery to break it again and set it properly.
The APL had a fund raiser for her surgery, which was done with skill and precision. Peanut Butter was given a clean bill of health. Her hip fixed, her shots all given, and she was spayed. It was time for her to move on to another home so that the next expecting mommy dog could have the space. By this time, more than a year had passed. Peanut Butter had established her self with the other 5 dogs and the family with 4 children. She saw that life was great there. So, what was with being taken to the Mall APL Shelter to sit in a crate and a bunch of strangers looking at her? She did not mind the attention but she certainly did not like that crate. The cookies were nice though.
Week after week, on Saturday, she had to go to the mall and sit in that crate. She got to where she could put up with it ok. The APL costs on Peanut Butter were in excess of $2,000, but the price on poor Peanut Butter kept getting lower and lower. Would no one take this poor dog? Her price dropped to a minuscule $25 and still the weeks came and went with no one to take her.
At last a couple came in looking interested! They had other dogs, fenced yard, and had had “alpha” females before. “We like hard headed dogs.” the wife stated, “and we don’t live in any city that prohibits pits. Can we visit with her in a petting room?” “Come on Baby.” coaxed the man. This puzzled the volunteers a bit but they were hopeful that this might be the couple to take Peanut Butter home. Except, many, many people had looked at her before. They took her into the petting room, the kids gave her cookies and still she had no real home.
A volunteer got Peanut Butter’s records out of the book and told the story again, “She came in pregnant, she had raised her pups and another dogs pups, she had been hit and the hip mended wrong, she had two surgeries, she likes to boss other dogs, she loves and is gentle with kids, she has had all her shots, she has been all this time in a foster home who needs the space for the next pregnant dog, so she is house broken” and on and so on.
The couple left, another, “maybe.” “What do people want anyway?” I thought. “We volunteers have enough pets. I have five dogs, KD has nine, Tam has twelve!” “I’m going to lunch!” I cried, “it’s two o’clock already. RRRuffgh”
When I got back some forty minutes later with a hair cut and a sack of food from down the mall, there seemed to be a party going on or at least a party spirit. “Peanut Butter has a HOME!” they shouted! Another couple came in and quickly “snapped” her up. They paid for her and were in Sears doing some shopping.” Shortly, the couple came back in. “There’s my Daisy!” they called out.
“Daisy?” I thought, “I would never have put that that name on a heavy, low, hard headed, muscular concrete block with golden brown fur on it. But, we all see things differently. That’s what makes the world go around.”
I walked the couple out the special door we can use (no dogs in the mall or through the stores) and watched as Daisy Butter gladly jumped in to the back of her new van and gave a big lick kiss to the back of the head of her new mom. Finally, after some 2.5 years Peanut Butter…er… “Daisy Butter” is going to her forever home. That is just fine. It is the reason for which we saps are here.
Best of luck Daisy! Now, if we could just find a home for Rascal. He is a shy pup.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I'm thinking that Facebook is a good way to keep in touch, let people know you think of them, and still have little or no REAL contact or communication with them.
"Here, I'll send you a fish for your "little Blue Cove" and a horse for your "My Farm". See I like you and am thinking of you."
The cool little games we get to play and we do not have to pass on how we really think and feel, or hear what we do not wish to contemplate. We are doing “things” for people and yet barely burning 3 calories. WE can show 15...23...52... people that they are loved and thought about in one heart felt Click! Is not the “NET” wonderful?
And, we can learn that our loved ones are alive and healthy enough to spend some hours on Facebook, or the like. Good thing to know.
Better than silent nothing I suppose.
"Here, I'll send you a fish for your "little Blue Cove" and a horse for your "My Farm". See I like you and am thinking of you."
The cool little games we get to play and we do not have to pass on how we really think and feel, or hear what we do not wish to contemplate. We are doing “things” for people and yet barely burning 3 calories. WE can show 15...23...52... people that they are loved and thought about in one heart felt Click! Is not the “NET” wonderful?
And, we can learn that our loved ones are alive and healthy enough to spend some hours on Facebook, or the like. Good thing to know.
Better than silent nothing I suppose.
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