Thursday, April 12, 2018

Staying for Now

~A sure sign of spring at the local Southern States~ 
Clouds and cold may be finally giving way to warm, bright sun. It'll hopefully come just in time as Charlie is at the groomers today, getting his much needed spring 'do.
I have chatted a few more times with the Retired Man who adopted Jameson.  It was so good to hear that he's decided to stick with Jameson and work through the issues he's having when he's on lead. A friend from the rescue suggested that the more time they spent together, the more Retired Man would become committed to Jameson. It appears that she was right and I continue to hope that'll be the case.
This brings me to the newest arrival, Kirsten.  She's settled in really nicely, and has not been a moment of trouble. She's a little timid, but a very gentle and quiet little thing (she's 30 pounds). She's like a little ghost as she follows us all over the house, always watching what we're doing, never imposing herself into anything, but keeping her distance until we acknowledge her.  You cannot help but like her.  This is why I told the foster home coordinator from the rescue that we would love to foster her.  The uncertainty about her left eye means that she'll need to see an opthamologist.  And since there is a specialty vet-care center nearby where she could be taken, it just seems to make sense to have her stay with us for now.
~Kirsten, all settled in~
Continuing to stay with us is for now is Misty.  Still no one in particular is interested in her. I've been asked twice from a couple of people at Lab Rescue about our adopting her. While I think Misty is the total senior dog package, right now, I think they need to keep promoting her, and trying to find a new home for her. 

After all, I can't keep them all - Can I?

Thursday, April 5, 2018

If There are Treats!

As pet owners we all have those moments that we know will literally cause our hearts to stop.  I had one of those moments this morning.
Todd is never allowed to be off lead outside our fence. This morning when Carl left for work, in the darkness he didn't get the gate latched. After he'd gone I let the dogs out. The others came back inside, and as I always do, I left Todd outside for awhile. I loose track of time on my days off, so I'm not sure how much time passed. But when I went to bring Todd inside for his breakfast, there was a strange silence as I called him several times and he didn't come, and I didn't see him. It only took me a minute to see the blown open gate, and realize that Todd was gone!
With my heart in my throat, I kept calling him, knowing that in the wide open space of the country where we live, Todd could be anywhere. I tried not to panic and continued calling for him.  And, just like that, there Todd was, standing on the far side of the yard, on the other side of the fence, his tail wagging and looking at me.
I knew that Todd coming to me would have to be his idea. So I kept the mood light and kept talking to him as I quickly went inside for treats to bribe him with.  I opened the gate on the front porch, called him, showed him the treats, and he happily came to me.  I gave Todd the handful of treats, and there was celebration from both of us, and he quickly raced from one end to the other of the porch, stopping only for a moment to jump up on me, as I told him over and over what a good Scottie he was!  The celebration continued inside, as I overindulged and calmed my nerves and racing heart with early morning treats.
I also gave thanks for this Scottie that has maybe, just maybe learned to come when called.  Providing of course, that there are treats involved.

Monday, April 2, 2018

Kirsten Arrives at Golden Pines

I'm so grateful to have the busy and hectic month of March in my rear view mirror. It did however end on a good note.

To begin, Jameson has found what I hope is his forever home.  I was happy to meet "Retired man" for Jameson because he ticked practically all of the boxes that I'd hoped to find for him. Retired Man lost his partner of nearly 20 years a couple of years ago, and his Golden this past November.  And in looking at both Jameson's and Retired Man's life, I felt that these two souls should be together. 
~Adoption Day for Jameson~ 
But there have been a few problems with Jameson being reactive on a leash when he sees other dogs. It has really bothered Retired man and created some doubts for him.  But by Sunday evening, Retired Man seemed committed to working through this stumbling block with Jameson. So, I'm hopeful that their working together on this issue will become a stepping stone to help build a strong connection between them.
~Good vibes for Jameson!~
At home, as you know, our dog-beds never get cold.  On Wednesday I was asked if I could meet a transport that was bringing 8 year old Kirsten. The timing of her arrival along with the holiday weekend, wasn't going to allow her to be put into boarding. So, I agreed to meet the person who was transporting Kirsten and keep her until another foster home could be found. Kirsten was a stray that came into a shelter in rural Virginia towards the end of February. She's a small girl (that makes Todd look stocky) very thin and blind in her left eye.
~Shelter photo of Kirsten~
Kirsten has a endearing and very quiet spirit. Introductions to our dogs went really well because she's not an "in your face kinda gal" which suits Todd and Max just fine. 
~The ride home on Saturday~
Kirsten has traveled nearly 250 miles (about 403 kilometers) to get a start at a new and better life.  I'm grateful to be part of this lost girls story who has found her way to Golden Pines.   
~Meeting Carl~

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

The Job of Angels?

It has just been a couple of days and this heartbroken soul is very grateful to you all for your sharing Bo's loss with me, and leaving your words that have not only comforted me, but have again reminded me of the kindness and compassion of the blogging community. Many of us will own multiple pets in our lifetimes, and so we will have these sad losses along the way. But it is still worth every moment of joy we are given in return.  Someone on facebook said to me that "we live to love again."   Very true words,  I think.

We said good-bye to Bo here at home.  After the vet left, there was a very touching response from Rhett. While we waited for the service who is returning his remains to us, Rhett stayed with Bo the entire time afterwards and wouldn't leave him. He even tried to follow the men from the service out the door. Was Rhett doing the job of angels or keeping them company?