Happy New Year!

Wanted: Forever Homes for Pound Puppies

Did you know that black dogs and cats are the last to get adopted?  They are also the most euthanized. 

Here's a picture of the typical pound puppy:

She's black, weighing in at over 55 pounds, part Labrador Retriever or German Shephard, and may have a white spot on her chest.  Regardless of where you live, your local shelter has one, or two, or five dogs who look just like this cutie.  She's currently boarding at the Missoula Animal Shelter and would MUCH rather live with you.

My dog, Delaney, could pass for her birth-brother.  So will my next pound-puppy.

Click here to visit the dogs and cats waiting for forever homes at the Missoula Animal Shelter.

Merry Christmas!

New Kitties Available for Adoption

Check out some of the kitties available for adoption at Animeals in Missoula.

I can personally attest to the wonderful animals who are waiting for a new forever home.  See the picture below?  Grace, the orange tabby, USED to live at Animeals, but she decided hanging out at our house with Max, the kitty we adopted from the Missoula Animal Shelter, was a better deal.

If you don't have room for a kitty in your house, please consider making a Christmas contribution. 

Meow!

Carola's dog, Trillian

My new companion, Trillian, came from the county animal shelter. She was thin as a rake, bad skin and coat, worms, fleas, the lot. And scared of everything, especially getting in the car. A guy from the shelter had to help me get her in to take her home. Now she's beautiful and confident and so affectionate. Luckily, as we live in Oregon, she loves being dried off. This morning she kept going out in the rain, then coming to show me she was wet so I'd towel her. In the end, I had to close the dog door!

Carola Dunn

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How Does He Love Me? Let Me Count the Ways...

My pound puppy, Delaney, required minor surgery yesterday.  He's doing fine and was a trooper throughout the ordeal.

Me--I'm another story.  I can handle emergencies, catastophes, and traumas with aplomb.  Take the spraying blood from his paw, for example.  Not a problem.  I sprinted to the bathroom for that styptic stuff we always have on hand, packed his paw with about half a pound of the stuff and, voila, the bleeding stopped.  I mopped up the mess and promptly fell to pieces.

But this story isn't about me, it's about Delaney.  It all began 10 years ago...

His mother was a black lab/pointer mix - weighing in about 45 pounds.  The local animal shelter where I used to live in Masschusetts found her wanderng the streets, in heat, with WAY too may male dogs chasing after her.  Near as we can tell, three of her paramours impregnated her and she wound up giving birth to (OK, she whelped) a dozen little black puppies:  1 female and 11 males.

A 12 year-old volunteer at the shelter (her name was Nicole) conned her mother into not only fostering Daisy during her pregnancy, but adopting the female in the litter.  That left me at the top of the list for choosing my male pick of the litter.  (My son was dating the daughter of the city's health inspector, so I found out about the puppies before they were born!)

To make a long story short, I first saw Delaney when he was six weeks old and bouncing around in a human child's play pen with his litter mates.  I held each one of the 11 little boys and picked him:  he was not aggressive (I had an 8 month-old granddaughter to consider) and he wasn't overly timid.  He liked me (cuddled right into me when I picked him up and when I put him on the floor and called him, he came running).  Besides, he had a big white spot on his chest in the same place that my cat did.

Two weeks later (8 weeks after the day he was born), I had a new best friend.

How does he love me?  Here are only a few of the ways:

1. He's always happy to see me when I come home - no matter where I've been, how long I've been gone, and even if there's evidence I've been cheating (other dog hairs on my clothing)
2. Once the puppy breath disappeared, he's never licked me on the face.  We had a little chat, I told him how grown-up dog breath is not quite as enchanting as puppy-breath, and he took it in stride--unlike a human friend would have done.
3. I ask him to do something and he's thrilled to comply; whether it's fetching his bone for a little play time or slurping up the piece of onion off the floor.  He's always happy to oblige.
4. He's sensitive:  he keeps this thoughts about my weight and lack of exercise to himself.  If I decide I don't feel up to a long walk, he's content with a stroll around the yard or the half-mile jaunt down the driveway and back.  Doesn't matter where we go, or how far, so long as it's him and me, he's on-board.
5. When I'm sad or unhappy, he just knows.  He doesn't tell me to shut up when I go on and on (or worse, repeat myself), he doesn't try to fix my problem for me, and he doesn't tell me what I should do.  He simply lays his head on my lap, looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, and shows me how much he loves me.

I could go on, but then this blog post would get much too long.

How does YOUR pound-puppy love you?  Tell me, and we'll count the ways.  But they have to be different from mine or our numbers won't be accurate.

Adventures of Madeline - Buster the "Big Black Dog"

Madeline currently lives with 5 ADOPTED DOGS!  Yay, Madeline!  Here's what she has to say about Buster:

Buster was at a boarding place in Tehachapi, CA that took care of shelter dogs. We boarded our cat there while moving from Washington to the California desert.

On our way to pick up Miss Kitty, they hadn't found a home for the "big black dog" who was trying to chew through his kennel bars. Naja's buddy Lido (a big antisocial Kuvasz) had just passed from a heart attack at age ten, so we took Buster with us to our new desert life. He's around six.

[We'll be hearing more about Naja in another of Madeline's adventures...and we'll learn how Buster and Naja appear in Madeline's book, UNCLE SI'S SECRET.]