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Holy Cow, THE SKY IS FALLING!!!!
July 9, 2007, 3:10 pm
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Well, mom did say it would be pretty loud tonight, and boy she wasn't kidding!! Apparently you humans celebrate things by making alot of racket and throwing thing up in the air that go boom and make pretty pictures. I live in a neighborhood with alot of kids, so needless to say, it got pretty noisey and weird around here that day. Mom and Dad got up in the morning and cleaned the house as usual, then tried to decide what to have for dinner, you know, that type of people stuff. You humans make meal time to complicated, you should try dinner doggie style sometime. If its dead on the road, eat it!!
Anyhow,the kids were supposed to help too, but the older one decided to argue instead, mmmmmm well, thats really not a good thing to do with mom, she always wins, and sometimes it ain't pretty. Well, the kid had an atomic melt down for about 3 hours, kicking, screaming, and really making a ruckus, but in the end, she still had chores to do, and more added on for her behavior. Well DUH, anybody with any brains knows better than to argue with a mom, anybody's mom for pitties sake!! Even I'm not that dense!! Well, between mom checking and doing the email thing, Dad doing what he does, and just the general zoo of a household it is on an average day, mom decided she felt lazy today and ordered pizza!! MMMMMMM I just looooooove it when she orders pizza, I like the crust, its so warm and chewy and crisp and just yummy. Its better than 2 day old raccoon at a 4th of July picnic! Just before it got dark, everybody was heading out to watch the big fireworks show, so in the crates we went with a cookie and off they went to watch the big noisey things go boom. Everytime someone set off firecrackers I had to let mom or dad know all about it, honestly, I think my poor woofer was going to fall out by the end of the day, but then again , they kept telling me their ears were tired too, so I guess its a good thing that the 4th only lasts a day and only comes once a year.
July 9, 2007, 3:10 pm
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I just looooooove summer time!!
June 16, 2007, 10:21 pm
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I just love summer time!! Everything smells sooooo good. I live in an area with alot of families and kids, and you can always smell hotdogs on the grill, steak, chicken, mmmmmmm makes my mouth water just talking about it. Since school is out now, the kids are over alot to play. Mom bought squirt guns the other day and the kids were having a squirt gun fight. I just love to chase the water, its so much fun I can hardly stand it. The kids giggle and squeal, the look like they are having so much fun, the water feels good too on these warm sunny days. Mom said that they can't squirt me, :( I think that really stinks, but she said thats the rules, no squirting adults and no squirting Snoopy. Hey, I like a nice cool dunk too you know!! But I have to settle for chasing the water streams and drinking from the big buckets of water they set out for the kids to use. They saw me drinking from the bucket the other day and one of the girls said, ewwwwww, dog slobber. Hey!!! Who you calling a dog? and with a snout and lips this big, you'd drool a little too buddy!! So, ofcourse I had to get my licks in for that one, nothing like a big juicy kiss after a nice cold drink, is there sweetie pie??? ( hehehehe) Needless to say, I wasn't her favorite furson after that one, but life goes on!! Nobody has ever died of "dog germitis" After running around in the water for a while, we all came in for a nice cold drink and some lunch. I had a couple of milk bones and a nice drink of Ice water, then it was nap time. Whew, those kids can sure wipe a guy out I tell ya, between them and the warm weather, I was a done deal for about 2 hours. By the time I had recovered from the mornings activities, the kids had already gone over to a friends house to play, so I just sat chillin with the adults and listening to cartoons. Not exactly a thrill a minute, but it was nice to just hang out too and get a scratch or 2 behind the ears. Mom says I'm a pretty clever boy, I know sit, shake, kiss, off, no, and I'm getting "down" pretty good too. I wanted to go to the store this afternoon with mom, but she said its too hot for me to sit in the car while she runs in for milk and bread, so I had to stay home. :( I love a car ride, don't care where we go, I just like to go. It looks like my car rides will be pretty limited for a while, atleast until the weather cools down again. I guess mom knows best, but still (sigh) I suppose, its bed time now, have to get the people up early, its sunday, mom usually makes pancakes, eggs, bacon, YUMMY!! sometimes she saves some scrambled egg for us furson's to put in our dinner.
Tomorrow is fathers day. Mom and the kids got Dad a couple of movies, and they are having roast, steamed broccoli and baked potatoes for dinner. I can hardly wait, I just looooove the smell when she cooks. My nose goes 100 miles an hour all day. Bread too, Dad loves fresh bread, and I like the way the house smells when she makes that too. They might have the kids over for a squirt gun fight again too, I'm so excited I can hardly stop wagging. I love to play, Mom says that they can't play games like tug-of-war or games where I chase them, but they can chase me and play "I'm gonna get that toy!" Thats ok, anything they want to play is fine with me, as long as they play with me. When I lived in KS, I didn't have any kids to play with, the house I lived in was just adults, so I was just pretty much a spoiled house pet. Now I live with kids and other fursons, I get to play and sleep with someone. I love it!! Everyone says I'm just a big baby, but thats ok, I like being the baby, all of the attention and games, it really works for me!!
June 16, 2007, 10:21 pm
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WHEW!!!! Thank God its over!!!
June 12, 2007, 5:30 pm
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Wow, what a zoo its been here the past 2 days!! Apparently one of the kids had a birthday today, so she had friends her friends Erika and Dalton sleep over last night, and today they all went mini golfing. When they left to golf, mom went to the store and came home with all sorts of neat stuff she hung from the doors and walls, it was pretty cool, then she made some dinner, mmmmmmmm sure did smell good, I hope we get a little bit in our dinners tonight!! Anyhow, then mom made the cake and frosted it, that smelled good too. I think she knew what was going through my mind though, because she kept a pretty close eye on me the whole time she was making dinner and the cake. I guess I gave myself away though, sitting there staring and drooling like I was. Memo to self, don't make the target obvious!! The kids came back about dinner time, boy I was just praying that one of the younger ones would be just a little clumsy and drop a little for me, buuut no dice this time, darn the luck! After cake and Icecream, (no luck with dropping pieces there either) everybody went outside to play and run around. I really wanted to go outside and play too, but mom said that it was the kids turn to play with each other, so I had to be a good boy and wait my turn. I sure am trying to paitently wait my turn, but its so hard when everyone is outside having fun. I love to chase the water in the sprinkler, that is a lot of fun, when the kids play with the water, I really like to go play that too. Nice and cool and refreshing!! Well, I suppose I better get going, its my turn to play with the kids, I'm so excited I'm in a full body wag already!! chat with you later
June 12, 2007, 5:30 pm
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Another day in Paradise
Well, its monday again. Gotta love mondays, atleast thats what mom says. To be honest though, it really doesn't sound like she's serious, I think she's just being sarcastic. Its cold and raining right now, so we can't go out and play, that really bites, nothing to do but lay around and chew on my nyla bone and hang out with the guys. Usually on the nice days we get to be outside alot, running along the runner cable and sniffing what ever sniffs come along. The neighborhood kids are finally coming to the conclusion that I'm not such a bad guy after all. If mom or dad is outside, they will come over and play with me, throwing the ball and chasing me around, its great. I just loooooove a good game of tag, I'm not very good at it though, because I'm never "it". They chase me!! O well, thats fine by me, as long as someone wants to play with me, I'm willing to play what ever game makes them happy, if they are happy, I'm happy. They are working on the street not far my where I hang out, I can sit for hours just watching everybody doing what ever it is they do. You humans do some of the most interesting things I have ever seen, although sometimes I wonder just what it is you are doing and why, some of it looks like fun, and other things look just plain silly, but hey, you are the top of the food chain so I guess you know what you are doing, (????). I am just so thrilled that summer time is here now. I hate cold weather, rain, snow, anything that has to do with cold really doesn't work for me. Mom calls me Mr Dainty Paws. She is soooooo not funny, so a guy doesn't like to get his paws wet, so what!! She has to work tonight, so at about 1pm its nap time, and last week, Dad forgot to let me in the bedroom to take my afternoon nap with her, boy was I not a happy camper. I had to scratch at the door and whine before he got the hint and let me in to snuggle up with mom for our afternoon nap!! What was he thinking for puppies sake?? Mom was looking at the calendar the other day, and she said I have been here for 6 months already. 6 months, wow, I didn't know I had been around that long. But thats ok with me, I just loooooove it here. I have a warm bed to sleep in, kids and fur pals to play with, treats and games, what more could a guy ask for? The only thing that is missing is a family of my own. I know this isn't permanent, and it kind of makes me sad in a way, I love everybody here and the guys said that if Mom, Dad and the rescue hand not taken me in, I wouldn't be here today. But now that I have all of my doctor stuff done and I brushed up on my manners and house things, I want a family of my own. My furever home. I listen to mom alot, talking on the internet and telling people about what she does, and I think its really sad that people will hate me just because of my race and color. What is so wrong with me that someone will say I'm a terrible dog before they have even met me? I love everybody, does that make me terrible? I don't hate humans just because they come in different colors or from different places, I don't care what they look like or where they are from, I judge them by how they treat others, be it canine, equine or feline. I think its very sad that they can't give animals the same courtesy as we give them. Yes, I know, mom reads the news too, I have heard about pitbulls attacking and hurting people, even killing them, but what about all of the humans that attack and kill pitbulls or even their own children for that matter? Does that make all humans bad then? I just don't understand the train of thought there. I know that every year millions of my canine brothers and sisters die, either in shelters, from abuse, neglect, fighting, and dozens of other reasons, and it makes me so horribly sad. Everybody that I have met in the past 6 months tries so hard to help us. They drive us to safety, give us a safe place to stay and good food to eat, they teach us things to make people like us better and help us learn how to behave with people so we don't get into trouble. I know that I, myself owe my very life to people like that. If it hadn't been for the pound volunteer, the rescue, and the foster home that agreed to take me in, I wouldn't be here to tell you about my life. I know that most of my days don't sound that exciting. I'm not a mountain rescue dog, or a bomb sniffer, I don't work in law enforcement catching the bad guys, but to be honest, I am grateful for every second of every minute of every day that I have and I try to show it any way I can. You don't know how sweet and wonderful life is until you have lost it, or come so close to loosing it, then you understand about the sun on your ears, the tickle of grass on your nose, the warm squish of mud between your toes, the view of a very FINE poodle after a hair appointment, the soft breeze blowing through your ears on a quiet sunday afternoon, the smell of hotdogs on the grill (and praying that the cook gets clumsy), peanutbutter and jelly hugs and kisses from your family, sharing popcorn and a movie on a rainy saturday afternoon with the kids, helping clean up after the toddler at snack time, or just snuggling up for a nap with those you love the best. After those days in the pound when I thought the last vision I would ever have of this earth would be chain link and concrete, I value every day, and live it like it is my last, because one day, not so long ago, it almost was. I hope that someday, humans will be able to see the beauty in this world and in us, like we see it. Maybe the world would be a better place for everyone.
June 4, 2007, 8:24 am
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Well, its monday again. Gotta love mondays, atleast thats what mom says. To be honest though, it really doesn't sound like she's serious, I think she's just being sarcastic. Its cold and raining right now, so we can't go out and play, that really bites, nothing to do but lay around and chew on my nyla bone and hang out with the guys. Usually on the nice days we get to be outside alot, running along the runner cable and sniffing what ever sniffs come along. The neighborhood kids are finally coming to the conclusion that I'm not such a bad guy after all. If mom or dad is outside, they will come over and play with me, throwing the ball and chasing me around, its great. I just loooooove a good game of tag, I'm not very good at it though, because I'm never "it". They chase me!! O well, thats fine by me, as long as someone wants to play with me, I'm willing to play what ever game makes them happy, if they are happy, I'm happy. They are working on the street not far my where I hang out, I can sit for hours just watching everybody doing what ever it is they do. You humans do some of the most interesting things I have ever seen, although sometimes I wonder just what it is you are doing and why, some of it looks like fun, and other things look just plain silly, but hey, you are the top of the food chain so I guess you know what you are doing, (????). I am just so thrilled that summer time is here now. I hate cold weather, rain, snow, anything that has to do with cold really doesn't work for me. Mom calls me Mr Dainty Paws. She is soooooo not funny, so a guy doesn't like to get his paws wet, so what!! She has to work tonight, so at about 1pm its nap time, and last week, Dad forgot to let me in the bedroom to take my afternoon nap with her, boy was I not a happy camper. I had to scratch at the door and whine before he got the hint and let me in to snuggle up with mom for our afternoon nap!! What was he thinking for puppies sake?? Mom was looking at the calendar the other day, and she said I have been here for 6 months already. 6 months, wow, I didn't know I had been around that long. But thats ok with me, I just loooooove it here. I have a warm bed to sleep in, kids and fur pals to play with, treats and games, what more could a guy ask for? The only thing that is missing is a family of my own. I know this isn't permanent, and it kind of makes me sad in a way, I love everybody here and the guys said that if Mom, Dad and the rescue hand not taken me in, I wouldn't be here today. But now that I have all of my doctor stuff done and I brushed up on my manners and house things, I want a family of my own. My furever home. I listen to mom alot, talking on the internet and telling people about what she does, and I think its really sad that people will hate me just because of my race and color. What is so wrong with me that someone will say I'm a terrible dog before they have even met me? I love everybody, does that make me terrible? I don't hate humans just because they come in different colors or from different places, I don't care what they look like or where they are from, I judge them by how they treat others, be it canine, equine or feline. I think its very sad that they can't give animals the same courtesy as we give them. Yes, I know, mom reads the news too, I have heard about pitbulls attacking and hurting people, even killing them, but what about all of the humans that attack and kill pitbulls or even their own children for that matter? Does that make all humans bad then? I just don't understand the train of thought there. I know that every year millions of my canine brothers and sisters die, either in shelters, from abuse, neglect, fighting, and dozens of other reasons, and it makes me so horribly sad. Everybody that I have met in the past 6 months tries so hard to help us. They drive us to safety, give us a safe place to stay and good food to eat, they teach us things to make people like us better and help us learn how to behave with people so we don't get into trouble. I know that I, myself owe my very life to people like that. If it hadn't been for the pound volunteer, the rescue, and the foster home that agreed to take me in, I wouldn't be here to tell you about my life. I know that most of my days don't sound that exciting. I'm not a mountain rescue dog, or a bomb sniffer, I don't work in law enforcement catching the bad guys, but to be honest, I am grateful for every second of every minute of every day that I have and I try to show it any way I can. You don't know how sweet and wonderful life is until you have lost it, or come so close to loosing it, then you understand about the sun on your ears, the tickle of grass on your nose, the warm squish of mud between your toes, the view of a very FINE poodle after a hair appointment, the soft breeze blowing through your ears on a quiet sunday afternoon, the smell of hotdogs on the grill (and praying that the cook gets clumsy), peanutbutter and jelly hugs and kisses from your family, sharing popcorn and a movie on a rainy saturday afternoon with the kids, helping clean up after the toddler at snack time, or just snuggling up for a nap with those you love the best. After those days in the pound when I thought the last vision I would ever have of this earth would be chain link and concrete, I value every day, and live it like it is my last, because one day, not so long ago, it almost was. I hope that someday, humans will be able to see the beauty in this world and in us, like we see it. Maybe the world would be a better place for everyone.
June 4, 2007, 8:24 am
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Where it all started!
Hi everyone, my name is Snoopy. I'm an American Pitbull terrier "mix" of some sort they say. Mixed with what, mom says is anyones guess, although the guy at the rescue says boxer maybe. Well, what ever, I'm just me as far as I can tell. Lets see, what is there to tell about me. I was born in Kansas and to be honest, I'm not really sure how I ended up at the local pound but boy let me tell you, that was not a place I wanted to be, not even on a good day with fresh milk bones!! From what I could gather, overhearing the conversation between one of the volunteers and the ACO, the "race" of dog that I am isn't allowed in that town!! OOOOO Wow, now what happens to me? This place is really scary, smells funny, its loud and cold and just well, its not home. I miss my blanket and my treats, my toys and my human. I WANT MY MOMMY!!! Well, the volunteer came over to talk to me and feed me some dinner, and I tried really, really hard to say hi, but she seemed a little scared of me. I am a good guy, really I am, and I just wanted to say hi and ask her when I can go see my mom again, but she just set my food down and left. What did I do?? From what the other dogs in the kennels next to me were telling me, she's afraid of Pitbulls, ok, at that time, I didn't know what one of those were, so I didn't know that people would be afraid of me just because of my race. You see, I was raised a "spoiled rotten and well loved house dog" (so people tell me). They told me the story of a pitbull that had bitten and really hurt a human puppy, and that made people really mad at all pitbulls, so they said that pitbulls can't live in this town anymore, and if they found one, it better get out of town quick or they would kill it!! GOOD HEAVENS TO PUPPIES!!! Now what was I going to do?? Well thankfully one of the volunteers at the pound came in after work the next night and decided to meet me too. I could tell she was afraid of me, so I tried my hardest to show her that I really am a great guy and I just wanted some company. So I sat down real nice and I wagged my tail and I tried really hard to smile nice with my ears and everything!! She was a little slow to notice that I was being very paitent and trying very hard, but she finally understood that I just wanted to say hi. From what the other dogs told me, this volunteer had been bitten by a "pitbull" once before and way pretty afraid of being hurt again, so they said that I was really really lucky that she was trying to get to know me, because they said that if anyone could save me, it would be her. The next day, I did the same thing, I sat very nice and was as polite as I can remember how to be, and I was really hopeing that she would take me outside for a while. Its been 3 days since I had smelled the grass or felt the sun on my ears, I just want a little time out of here, just a little peace and quiet, pleeeeeeease!!! She took me out to run by a little pond, and I got to smell some different smells and eat some grass, it was heaven on earth, but unfortunatly it ended all to quickly. So we headed back in, and she was telling me something about getting some company tonight. Who me? Awwww man, and I didn't even have time to bake a cake. Well, when we got back to my pen, there was this HUGE black dog in there. WOW, is there gonna be enough room in there for both of us? I sure hope he doesn't snore or hog the bed! Well, he turned out to be a pretty nice guy after all. He said his name was Mick and he had a family but they just dumped him off here because they didn't want him anymore. Man, thats gotta really suck, how absolutly rude and irresponsible of them. Tell a guy you want to love them forever, then dump them if they get in the way. Buuuut anyhow, he wasn't bitter about it, he just said, O well, what can ya do, and wagged his tail. It was nice to have some company now. Atleast I wasn't totally alone! The next day, that same volunteer came back to let us both out to play by the pond. Yaaaaaaaa, that was a good time, it felt so good to run and run and run, with the grass between my toes and the smell of ummmmm well, never mind that, but the breeze blowing through my ears and the sound of the birds, I don't think heaven could have been any more beautiful. Well, on our way back in, the ACO told our volunteer that he needed to talk to her, we found out later that night that her name is Val. She told him she would be right in, and off we went again. It turns out, Val had contacted my human's sister, and she said she would take me, get me to a doggie doctor for my shots and "noodles" and find me a home in some other town. Wow, shots and noodles all in one place. I don't really care for shots, but the noodles part works for me! So that night, I got to go home, well, not exactly home, but I left the pound. I didn't even get the chance to say good bye to Mick! Well, I did the doggie doctor thing, got my shots, (I still want to know about the noodles!!) and then they just left me. Ok, wasn't there something about home? I must have missed something in the fine print, because "home" turned out to be back to the pound a couple of weeks later because she didn't keep her promise to get me "noodles" and a home out of town. It was kind of a chilly, grey day when that ACO guy from the pound came knocking on the door again. When I saw him at the door, I almost dropped my milkbone. NO NO NO, I have been a good doggie, honest, I promise, pleeeeeese, not that place again!! I begged and cried, I promised , but nobody was listening. They just handed me over without so much as a kiss. So, back to jail I went again. Mick was still there, I think that was about the only highlight at that point in my life. I had hit rock bottom, and I hadn't even done anything. I am a pitbull, a captive of my own body, because I can't be anything else, and they don't allow pitbulls here. What do I do now? I am going to die because of my race? color? Its just not fair. I talked and talked and talked that night, I think poor Mick thought his ears would fall off by the time I had finished, but I have to hand it to him, he sure was paitent and understanding. Then he really dropped a bomb on me. He was going to die in a couple of days!! OOOOOO GOD, NOOOOOOO, NOT MY BEST FRIEND TOO!! I don't want to be all alone!! But as he explained it, the "pound" that we are staying at, just doesn't have enough room for all of the unwanted, rejected and unloved dogs like us, so they have to kill us to make room for the ones that will be coming in tomorrow. The only ray of hope that Mick and I had was Val. She came in almost every day to talk to us and feed us, and everybody said that if anyone could save us, it would be her. Well, the countdown was starting for Mick, he had about 24 hours left to go, Val told us she had posted him and the 3 other labs in the pound everywhere she could think of, to find someone to save them. She found someone for everyone but my pal Mick. Mick just layed down and sighed and I hung my head and tried to give him any comfort I could. I'm so sorry pal, I am just so sorry. Well, by that time, we had been fed, and everyone had left for the night, so all you can hear, echoing through the concrete and steele, is the dead silence of night, and the occasional hopeless sigh of the dammed. Dawn came on friday wayyyyy to early. We got up and prepared for what the day held, which for my friend ment nothing good. Thankfully I had the whole day to say my good bye's to my friend, and enjoy the last few hours and maybe give him some comfort in the process while he walked that last long walk to nowhere. Noon came and went, and so did 3 and 4 o clock. At 6pm is "The Time" that they PTD all of the "extras". At about 5:30pm, is when they start coming for "the ones" and put them in cages in the death room, the ACO was on his was to our pen when Val came running in waving papers and telling him to wait. A place had been found for Mick. He was going to live with a family!!! I don't know who was more shocked at this turn of events, me or Mick. I can tell you though, I was just as relieved as he was, my pal was safe. You know, the funny part of this whole story is yet to come. You see, Mick has been saved, and he's headed out tomorrow to his new home along with the rest of the "Labs", but no one can save me here. All I can do is be on my best behavior and pray for a miracle for me too. I had really come to love Val in the time that I have been at the pound. She never yells at me or says mean things, she brings me treats and takes me nice places, and I know in my heart she's trying really hard to save me too. I found out later that night that my time had also come. I was redlisted for next friday. 1 week left to live. How do you even begin to deal with that? How do you stare at a clock day in and day out, knowing that every minute, every second that passes, will never be replaced, there will never be more to fill in that space left by the ones that have passed already? She came to visit me every night, and she would tell me about her day, and about all of the things she was doing to try to save me too. I soaked up every second of the love and attention she gave me, believing that it would probably be my last, and praying that it wasn't. I am so grateful for her efforts, any little thing she could think of, any place to place a picture of me, any little thing, she said she was trying. She left early tonight, its thursday night, tomorrow is friday. How did the week go so fast? Did I miss something? But time marches on, no matter how much we don't want it to. All I could do, was sit on the cold concrete floor, alone in the quiet with my thoughts, staring at the shadows on the wall made by the late afternoon sun shining through the small windows and over the chain link fence that kept me prisnor in a place I would probably never leave alive. My stomach was in knots, my paws shook, my heart was pounding, and I could hear the blood rush through my body. Well, this is it, the countdown begins. When you hear people say time sure flies, you never really know what they mean until a time like this. I must have dozed off sometime after 3am, because I woke up to the pound volunteers moving dishes and dogs around to clean up and feed everyone. Mick was up and about but not looking too chipper this morning. I asked him what was up, he's getting out of here in a few minutes and on his way to a new life, I thought he would be dancing in the aisles!! He just hung his head and said it was hard to dance in the aisle when his best friend was about to die!! I was touched. No one had ever cared that much about me, and I really didn't know what to say to make any of this easier for either of us. I don't want to die!! But I don't want my best pal walking around feeling so awful because of me either. What if he doesn't make a good impression on his new home and gets sent back here to die?? All because of me! So I put on my best doggie smile, and did my best wag and told him, "miracles happen, look what happened for you, it can happen for me too!" Then one of the people from the pound, opened the pen, snapped a leash on Mick, and within seconds he was gone. I woofed my best wishes as loud as I could hopeing that he would hear me and have a good trip. I really wasn't hungary this morning, and I didn't feel like doing the whole jump up, woof and wag routine for everyone that came through the pound. I just didn't have the heart anymore. I could tell it was getting late, the shadows on the wall were getting longer and longer, and they started feeding and cleaning again. Almost time, I think it was more of a relief than anything else by that time. I had lived my last week by the tick of the clock, you never really know how exhausted you are until you know for sure you will never have to be tired again. About 5 or so Val came in. I assumed it was to say good bye and to try to explaine that she tried but just couldn't pull off a miracle for me too. She came in and snapped a leash on my collar and turned around to walk out of the pen. I followed, what else could I do? We walked up the center aisle, and I can see the door at the end of the hall, all big and cold and the smell, oooo sweet puppies in heaven, the smell coming from that room. As I apporached the room, I could feel my heart pounding and my legs began to shake, and I slowed my step to wait for the door to open........ but it never did. We continued walking right past it and out side! A miracle for me too?? O please O please, let this be a miracle for me too. We walked past the grassy place where Mick and I used to play, and over to a car. She opened the door and we were off. Off to where, at that point, I really didn't care. Come to find out, we were headed to a boarding kennels. She explained this to me on the drive over. I would go to the boarding kennels until she could arrange for me to be shipped to a "rescue' that takes care of and finds homes for my kind of breed. I would be there for about 2 or 3 weeks then be shipped up to the rescue to live in a foster home until they found a forever home for me. A foster home? Whats that? She explained to me that some people aren't afraid of my "race" of dog, and that they will work with rescue's and other people to get me where I need to be, and give me a home and good food, a warm place to sleep and someone to play with, maybe even teach me some stuff so that other people will like me even more. I will live with someone like that until they find a home for me that likes pitbulls and knows that we are good dogs, then I will go to live with them forever. It sure sounded good to me, anything but the pound and that big steele door!! Well, life at the kennels was ok, we ate, we slept and we played a little during the day, nothing too exciting, but it sure beat watching the clock at the pound. The day finally arrived when I would be heading out of Kansas and to my new life. Val would be taking me to the people that I would be living with, and from there I would go home with them until my new home picked me. Boy was it cold out. I tell you, I'm not a cold weather guy no way, no how and when I stuck my nose out of that nice warm kennels, I really was not impressed at all. But Val said we had to go to the car, so off I went. I just looooooove car rides, I really don't care where we go, I just love to go for a ride. Boy it sure was a long trip, by the time we stopped for the night, it was dark and Val looked really really tired. I felt so bad, I wanted to help, but I just didn't know how. I did my best to be a good boy and not cause any trouble, I figured if I can't drive (darn state won't give pitbulls drivers licenses) the least I could do is not be any trouble. When she opened the car door and got out, she took my leash and said I should come too. I didn't want to leave the nice warm car, but nature was calling too, and getting pretty loud about it, so I figured I better answer before I got into trouble. I didn't recognize the place we stopped, but it was warm and nice, I was fed some dinner and settled into my own little bed for the night. Val called it a crate, after the past month in the pound, I called it heaven. I sure must have been tired, because the next thing I know, my name was being called and there was a nice big bowl of breakfast waiting for me! After eating a quick breakfast and taking a nice pottie walk, we were on our way again. It felt like we were traveling to the end of the earth just to get to where I was supposed to be going. By the way, where was I going?? She never did say. Well, its almost noon now, and the car is slowing down, there is a nice grassy area, although a little chilly out, not as bad as this morning. We stopped and she snapped my leash on again. Another potty break? Well, she started telling me what would be happening next. We were meeting my new "foster mom" here. I was going to my foster home now, to live with a big family and 3 other dogs and some kids and a big back yard and everything. All I could do was stand there in shock, my legs shaking and weak, my eyes the size of dinner bowls and my jaw on the cold ground, staring at her and wagging my tail. She had done it, a miracle for me too!! I could hardly believe it, or maybe I was afraid to believe it before because of what had happened the last time they told me I was getting out. I really was going to be ok! About 15 minutes later this little blue car come zipping up and pulls to a stop about 2 cars down from us. Val gets out of the car and goes to meet my new mom. When they come walking back to the car, I get a faint wiff of something farmiliar, but can't quite put my paw on exactly what it is. I will analyze that later, right now I have to put on my best wag and make sure I impress my new mom as best I can. After all, I will be living there for a while. Val and my new foster mom chat for a few minutes, she tells her about how good I am and how well I ride in the car, gives her some papers about me, and its off we go. Thankfully the car is nice and warm, like I said, I'm not a cold weather guy by any stretch of the imagination. On the way out of town, mom stops at the local Burger King for some dinner of her own. Hmmmm come to think of it, I'm kind of hungary too, havn't eaten since this morninig. I was sitting in the back seat and had been riding with my head on her shoulder most of the way, and I'm so glad I didn't have to resort to begging, it know, its bad manners and all, but sometimes humans just don't get the hint unless we are pretty blunt about it. I just loooooove french fries, and she even bought a plain cheese burger all for me! What a woman, I sure could get used to this in a hurry. It seemed like kind of a long ride again, and that feeling came over me again. I still couldn't put my paw on it, but it was just...... something. Wellllllll, now what? We are stopping again. We pulled up to this house, and mom said I had to wait here and be a good boy, she would be right back. She came out a few minutes later and snapped a leash on me again, and told me to follow her. Ok, where to now? I feel like I have been touring most of the united states in the past couple of days. I ended up being taken into this back yard, and boy did I smell alot of different sniffs. It took me almost an hour to check out each and every one of those, and this guy came out and kept taking pictures of me and talking to my new mom. Thats ok, I was pretty busy at that time. Then they loaded the car up with what smelled like some food, and toys and stuff, and we were off again. On the way home, mom told me about the guy we just met. She told me that its him and Val I owe my life to. Val asked him if he could take me so I didn't have to die, he had the rescue license and stuff like that (boy you humans sure have to complicate things don't you?) but he didn't have any room for me to sleep, but Val said she had a friend that had some room for me to sleep, just didn't have the papers that the ACO wanted so I could go live with her. Soooooo, Val asked my new foster mom if she would work with the rescue, and she asked the rescue if he would work with my foster mom to save me. Thats how I came to live here. Its getting late, I thought, was this journey ever going to end?? This trip was pretty short though, we pulled up infront of this house, and mom got out and took me too. This man came out of the house to help my new mom, she introduced me to my foster dad. I could smell other dogs, but I couldn't hear them. Where did everybody go?? They brought my crate in and set it up in their bedroom, and the food went into the pantry, I was tied out on the runner to wander around and stretch my legs, sniff around and just pretty much check out my new foster home. But that funny feeling came over me again. What was it? By this time, it was driving me nuts. Mom came out to get me and bring me into the house for the night. I had a little snack, and went to my crate. MMMMMM nice warm blanket, water, and some peace and quiet. I must have slept for about 14 hours, by the time I woke up, everybody was out of bed and the house was really noisy. I could smell the kids and the other dogs, I could hear them, but I couldn't see them. Mom walked in a few minutes later and asked me if I was hungary and had to pee. Yes, Yes and Yes please. When I came out of the bedroom, everybody was gone again. Where did they go? I just heard them a few minutes earlier. After breakfast and a pee break, I went back into the bedroom and they closed the door. Mom came in to visit me alot, so did Dad, I didn't get to meet the kids or other dogs for a while, they said that they wanted to give me time to calm down and rest up. Then I was supposed to go to the doggie doctor again for some shots and noodles. Ya ya ya, I've heard that one before. I'll get the shots and they will forget all about the noodles. I learned that it was the week before Christmas, and that we would be having company!! Yipeeeeee, Santa's coming! When I came out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom again, I saw mom hanging up my Christmas stocking next to everyone elses. I was going to get presents too. Christmas dinner was really yummy, turkey, potatoes, carrots mmmmmmmmm, I havn't eaten like this in so long. I ate like a cow that day, then I got treats, a tennis ball, a raggy bone, and a rawhide bone in my stocking. It had been about 2 weeks now, and we were off to the doggie doctor for the shots and "noodles". When we got there, we were put in this room, and the doctor came in and checked me out, said I looked fine (hey you, what do you mean "fine", I look awesome, I'm gorgeous, ask anyone) then they gave me the shots (gee thanks) and talked about noodles. Ok Ok OK, enough talk about the noodles, I want it NOW!! Well, be careful what you ask for, you just might get it, and get it I sure did. I was brought back to a big steele crate and left there. Where was mom? Hey everybody, whats going on? There must be a mistake, I'm supposed to live with her! About an hour later, this woman in some really ugly pants comes in and takes me out of my crate. Its about time someone listens to me. I TOLD them it was a mistake and I was supposed to go home with my mom. We went out into the hall way and down to the next door. Wait, this doesn't smell right. Whats up? The woman with the really ugly pants picks me up and sets me on this cold steele table. Like I said before, I'm not really into cold, so I squirmed a bit. The doctor came in and took my paw, and stuck a needle in it. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU Are doin............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I woke up hours later, back in my same steele crate, and something just didn't feel right. Ummmmm, hey wait a minute, I'm feeling a little sore in places that I didn't know exsisted. OK guys, this isn't funny, what did you do with them? and where are my noodles?? You humans are so not funny. My "noodles" turned out to be neutered, and if I had known the meaning of THAT little doozie, I might have reconcidered my options just a bit. Whats done is done though, and mom came to get me later on that day. I was never so happy to see anyone in my entire life, well, ok make this the second time I was never so happy to see someone ...... Back home we went and back into the crate for a nap. Thats ok with me, I sure was tired. The routine continued like that for the next couple of weeks. The doctor said I couldn't be up and running about for atleast 2 weeks, so I just hung out with mom and dad, watched tv and slept when mom slept for work. Mid january came, cold and gray. They decided that I should start meeting the rest of the family, slowly and 1 at a time, just so I didn't get overexcited and stuff. I met the older child first. She was ok, liked to play and give me treats, then came the middle child, a 4 yo boy, he liked to play too, but I had to be a little more careful, he was just big enough to meet me eye to eye. Then I got to meet the baby. He had just turned a year old the week before I came here to stay. He was sweet, didn't do much, just sit there and stare at me, but thats ok too. Then it was time to meet the other dogs that lived there. Remember I told you that the funny part of this was yet to come. Well, we have arrived there. I met Foxy first, they figured that she would be the least likely to upset me, at 11 years old and not really inclined to rough play or bad temper, our meeting went ok. I figured I better show her who's boss right from the start. OOOOOO boy!!! Mom was not impressed with me on that one. Better chalk that one up to experience. Next came Sam. He's a kind of tall, leggy Collie type. Mom says he's Border collie and Dalmation, or something like that. He was great, loved to play and roughhouse, didn't care if he was king of the heap or not, just as long as he got a treat too and someone to play with. Last but not least, I met.........OMG!! I thought no, it couldn't be, you have to be kidding, I couldn't believe my eyes, MICK!!!!! The very foster home that I came to live in, was the home that had adopted Mick a month earlier. They had been the ones to save my best pal, at the last minute. Could life possibly get any sweeter?
June 16, 2007, 10:44 pm
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Hi everyone, my name is Snoopy. I'm an American Pitbull terrier "mix" of some sort they say. Mixed with what, mom says is anyones guess, although the guy at the rescue says boxer maybe. Well, what ever, I'm just me as far as I can tell. Lets see, what is there to tell about me. I was born in Kansas and to be honest, I'm not really sure how I ended up at the local pound but boy let me tell you, that was not a place I wanted to be, not even on a good day with fresh milk bones!! From what I could gather, overhearing the conversation between one of the volunteers and the ACO, the "race" of dog that I am isn't allowed in that town!! OOOOO Wow, now what happens to me? This place is really scary, smells funny, its loud and cold and just well, its not home. I miss my blanket and my treats, my toys and my human. I WANT MY MOMMY!!! Well, the volunteer came over to talk to me and feed me some dinner, and I tried really, really hard to say hi, but she seemed a little scared of me. I am a good guy, really I am, and I just wanted to say hi and ask her when I can go see my mom again, but she just set my food down and left. What did I do?? From what the other dogs in the kennels next to me were telling me, she's afraid of Pitbulls, ok, at that time, I didn't know what one of those were, so I didn't know that people would be afraid of me just because of my race. You see, I was raised a "spoiled rotten and well loved house dog" (so people tell me). They told me the story of a pitbull that had bitten and really hurt a human puppy, and that made people really mad at all pitbulls, so they said that pitbulls can't live in this town anymore, and if they found one, it better get out of town quick or they would kill it!! GOOD HEAVENS TO PUPPIES!!! Now what was I going to do?? Well thankfully one of the volunteers at the pound came in after work the next night and decided to meet me too. I could tell she was afraid of me, so I tried my hardest to show her that I really am a great guy and I just wanted some company. So I sat down real nice and I wagged my tail and I tried really hard to smile nice with my ears and everything!! She was a little slow to notice that I was being very paitent and trying very hard, but she finally understood that I just wanted to say hi. From what the other dogs told me, this volunteer had been bitten by a "pitbull" once before and way pretty afraid of being hurt again, so they said that I was really really lucky that she was trying to get to know me, because they said that if anyone could save me, it would be her. The next day, I did the same thing, I sat very nice and was as polite as I can remember how to be, and I was really hopeing that she would take me outside for a while. Its been 3 days since I had smelled the grass or felt the sun on my ears, I just want a little time out of here, just a little peace and quiet, pleeeeeeease!!! She took me out to run by a little pond, and I got to smell some different smells and eat some grass, it was heaven on earth, but unfortunatly it ended all to quickly. So we headed back in, and she was telling me something about getting some company tonight. Who me? Awwww man, and I didn't even have time to bake a cake. Well, when we got back to my pen, there was this HUGE black dog in there. WOW, is there gonna be enough room in there for both of us? I sure hope he doesn't snore or hog the bed! Well, he turned out to be a pretty nice guy after all. He said his name was Mick and he had a family but they just dumped him off here because they didn't want him anymore. Man, thats gotta really suck, how absolutly rude and irresponsible of them. Tell a guy you want to love them forever, then dump them if they get in the way. Buuuut anyhow, he wasn't bitter about it, he just said, O well, what can ya do, and wagged his tail. It was nice to have some company now. Atleast I wasn't totally alone! The next day, that same volunteer came back to let us both out to play by the pond. Yaaaaaaaa, that was a good time, it felt so good to run and run and run, with the grass between my toes and the smell of ummmmm well, never mind that, but the breeze blowing through my ears and the sound of the birds, I don't think heaven could have been any more beautiful. Well, on our way back in, the ACO told our volunteer that he needed to talk to her, we found out later that night that her name is Val. She told him she would be right in, and off we went again. It turns out, Val had contacted my human's sister, and she said she would take me, get me to a doggie doctor for my shots and "noodles" and find me a home in some other town. Wow, shots and noodles all in one place. I don't really care for shots, but the noodles part works for me! So that night, I got to go home, well, not exactly home, but I left the pound. I didn't even get the chance to say good bye to Mick! Well, I did the doggie doctor thing, got my shots, (I still want to know about the noodles!!) and then they just left me. Ok, wasn't there something about home? I must have missed something in the fine print, because "home" turned out to be back to the pound a couple of weeks later because she didn't keep her promise to get me "noodles" and a home out of town. It was kind of a chilly, grey day when that ACO guy from the pound came knocking on the door again. When I saw him at the door, I almost dropped my milkbone. NO NO NO, I have been a good doggie, honest, I promise, pleeeeeese, not that place again!! I begged and cried, I promised , but nobody was listening. They just handed me over without so much as a kiss. So, back to jail I went again. Mick was still there, I think that was about the only highlight at that point in my life. I had hit rock bottom, and I hadn't even done anything. I am a pitbull, a captive of my own body, because I can't be anything else, and they don't allow pitbulls here. What do I do now? I am going to die because of my race? color? Its just not fair. I talked and talked and talked that night, I think poor Mick thought his ears would fall off by the time I had finished, but I have to hand it to him, he sure was paitent and understanding. Then he really dropped a bomb on me. He was going to die in a couple of days!! OOOOOO GOD, NOOOOOOO, NOT MY BEST FRIEND TOO!! I don't want to be all alone!! But as he explained it, the "pound" that we are staying at, just doesn't have enough room for all of the unwanted, rejected and unloved dogs like us, so they have to kill us to make room for the ones that will be coming in tomorrow. The only ray of hope that Mick and I had was Val. She came in almost every day to talk to us and feed us, and everybody said that if anyone could save us, it would be her. Well, the countdown was starting for Mick, he had about 24 hours left to go, Val told us she had posted him and the 3 other labs in the pound everywhere she could think of, to find someone to save them. She found someone for everyone but my pal Mick. Mick just layed down and sighed and I hung my head and tried to give him any comfort I could. I'm so sorry pal, I am just so sorry. Well, by that time, we had been fed, and everyone had left for the night, so all you can hear, echoing through the concrete and steele, is the dead silence of night, and the occasional hopeless sigh of the dammed. Dawn came on friday wayyyyy to early. We got up and prepared for what the day held, which for my friend ment nothing good. Thankfully I had the whole day to say my good bye's to my friend, and enjoy the last few hours and maybe give him some comfort in the process while he walked that last long walk to nowhere. Noon came and went, and so did 3 and 4 o clock. At 6pm is "The Time" that they PTD all of the "extras". At about 5:30pm, is when they start coming for "the ones" and put them in cages in the death room, the ACO was on his was to our pen when Val came running in waving papers and telling him to wait. A place had been found for Mick. He was going to live with a family!!! I don't know who was more shocked at this turn of events, me or Mick. I can tell you though, I was just as relieved as he was, my pal was safe. You know, the funny part of this whole story is yet to come. You see, Mick has been saved, and he's headed out tomorrow to his new home along with the rest of the "Labs", but no one can save me here. All I can do is be on my best behavior and pray for a miracle for me too. I had really come to love Val in the time that I have been at the pound. She never yells at me or says mean things, she brings me treats and takes me nice places, and I know in my heart she's trying really hard to save me too. I found out later that night that my time had also come. I was redlisted for next friday. 1 week left to live. How do you even begin to deal with that? How do you stare at a clock day in and day out, knowing that every minute, every second that passes, will never be replaced, there will never be more to fill in that space left by the ones that have passed already? She came to visit me every night, and she would tell me about her day, and about all of the things she was doing to try to save me too. I soaked up every second of the love and attention she gave me, believing that it would probably be my last, and praying that it wasn't. I am so grateful for her efforts, any little thing she could think of, any place to place a picture of me, any little thing, she said she was trying. She left early tonight, its thursday night, tomorrow is friday. How did the week go so fast? Did I miss something? But time marches on, no matter how much we don't want it to. All I could do, was sit on the cold concrete floor, alone in the quiet with my thoughts, staring at the shadows on the wall made by the late afternoon sun shining through the small windows and over the chain link fence that kept me prisnor in a place I would probably never leave alive. My stomach was in knots, my paws shook, my heart was pounding, and I could hear the blood rush through my body. Well, this is it, the countdown begins. When you hear people say time sure flies, you never really know what they mean until a time like this. I must have dozed off sometime after 3am, because I woke up to the pound volunteers moving dishes and dogs around to clean up and feed everyone. Mick was up and about but not looking too chipper this morning. I asked him what was up, he's getting out of here in a few minutes and on his way to a new life, I thought he would be dancing in the aisles!! He just hung his head and said it was hard to dance in the aisle when his best friend was about to die!! I was touched. No one had ever cared that much about me, and I really didn't know what to say to make any of this easier for either of us. I don't want to die!! But I don't want my best pal walking around feeling so awful because of me either. What if he doesn't make a good impression on his new home and gets sent back here to die?? All because of me! So I put on my best doggie smile, and did my best wag and told him, "miracles happen, look what happened for you, it can happen for me too!" Then one of the people from the pound, opened the pen, snapped a leash on Mick, and within seconds he was gone. I woofed my best wishes as loud as I could hopeing that he would hear me and have a good trip. I really wasn't hungary this morning, and I didn't feel like doing the whole jump up, woof and wag routine for everyone that came through the pound. I just didn't have the heart anymore. I could tell it was getting late, the shadows on the wall were getting longer and longer, and they started feeding and cleaning again. Almost time, I think it was more of a relief than anything else by that time. I had lived my last week by the tick of the clock, you never really know how exhausted you are until you know for sure you will never have to be tired again. About 5 or so Val came in. I assumed it was to say good bye and to try to explaine that she tried but just couldn't pull off a miracle for me too. She came in and snapped a leash on my collar and turned around to walk out of the pen. I followed, what else could I do? We walked up the center aisle, and I can see the door at the end of the hall, all big and cold and the smell, oooo sweet puppies in heaven, the smell coming from that room. As I apporached the room, I could feel my heart pounding and my legs began to shake, and I slowed my step to wait for the door to open........ but it never did. We continued walking right past it and out side! A miracle for me too?? O please O please, let this be a miracle for me too. We walked past the grassy place where Mick and I used to play, and over to a car. She opened the door and we were off. Off to where, at that point, I really didn't care. Come to find out, we were headed to a boarding kennels. She explained this to me on the drive over. I would go to the boarding kennels until she could arrange for me to be shipped to a "rescue' that takes care of and finds homes for my kind of breed. I would be there for about 2 or 3 weeks then be shipped up to the rescue to live in a foster home until they found a forever home for me. A foster home? Whats that? She explained to me that some people aren't afraid of my "race" of dog, and that they will work with rescue's and other people to get me where I need to be, and give me a home and good food, a warm place to sleep and someone to play with, maybe even teach me some stuff so that other people will like me even more. I will live with someone like that until they find a home for me that likes pitbulls and knows that we are good dogs, then I will go to live with them forever. It sure sounded good to me, anything but the pound and that big steele door!! Well, life at the kennels was ok, we ate, we slept and we played a little during the day, nothing too exciting, but it sure beat watching the clock at the pound. The day finally arrived when I would be heading out of Kansas and to my new life. Val would be taking me to the people that I would be living with, and from there I would go home with them until my new home picked me. Boy was it cold out. I tell you, I'm not a cold weather guy no way, no how and when I stuck my nose out of that nice warm kennels, I really was not impressed at all. But Val said we had to go to the car, so off I went. I just looooooove car rides, I really don't care where we go, I just love to go for a ride. Boy it sure was a long trip, by the time we stopped for the night, it was dark and Val looked really really tired. I felt so bad, I wanted to help, but I just didn't know how. I did my best to be a good boy and not cause any trouble, I figured if I can't drive (darn state won't give pitbulls drivers licenses) the least I could do is not be any trouble. When she opened the car door and got out, she took my leash and said I should come too. I didn't want to leave the nice warm car, but nature was calling too, and getting pretty loud about it, so I figured I better answer before I got into trouble. I didn't recognize the place we stopped, but it was warm and nice, I was fed some dinner and settled into my own little bed for the night. Val called it a crate, after the past month in the pound, I called it heaven. I sure must have been tired, because the next thing I know, my name was being called and there was a nice big bowl of breakfast waiting for me! After eating a quick breakfast and taking a nice pottie walk, we were on our way again. It felt like we were traveling to the end of the earth just to get to where I was supposed to be going. By the way, where was I going?? She never did say. Well, its almost noon now, and the car is slowing down, there is a nice grassy area, although a little chilly out, not as bad as this morning. We stopped and she snapped my leash on again. Another potty break? Well, she started telling me what would be happening next. We were meeting my new "foster mom" here. I was going to my foster home now, to live with a big family and 3 other dogs and some kids and a big back yard and everything. All I could do was stand there in shock, my legs shaking and weak, my eyes the size of dinner bowls and my jaw on the cold ground, staring at her and wagging my tail. She had done it, a miracle for me too!! I could hardly believe it, or maybe I was afraid to believe it before because of what had happened the last time they told me I was getting out. I really was going to be ok! About 15 minutes later this little blue car come zipping up and pulls to a stop about 2 cars down from us. Val gets out of the car and goes to meet my new mom. When they come walking back to the car, I get a faint wiff of something farmiliar, but can't quite put my paw on exactly what it is. I will analyze that later, right now I have to put on my best wag and make sure I impress my new mom as best I can. After all, I will be living there for a while. Val and my new foster mom chat for a few minutes, she tells her about how good I am and how well I ride in the car, gives her some papers about me, and its off we go. Thankfully the car is nice and warm, like I said, I'm not a cold weather guy by any stretch of the imagination. On the way out of town, mom stops at the local Burger King for some dinner of her own. Hmmmm come to think of it, I'm kind of hungary too, havn't eaten since this morninig. I was sitting in the back seat and had been riding with my head on her shoulder most of the way, and I'm so glad I didn't have to resort to begging, it know, its bad manners and all, but sometimes humans just don't get the hint unless we are pretty blunt about it. I just loooooove french fries, and she even bought a plain cheese burger all for me! What a woman, I sure could get used to this in a hurry. It seemed like kind of a long ride again, and that feeling came over me again. I still couldn't put my paw on it, but it was just...... something. Wellllllll, now what? We are stopping again. We pulled up to this house, and mom said I had to wait here and be a good boy, she would be right back. She came out a few minutes later and snapped a leash on me again, and told me to follow her. Ok, where to now? I feel like I have been touring most of the united states in the past couple of days. I ended up being taken into this back yard, and boy did I smell alot of different sniffs. It took me almost an hour to check out each and every one of those, and this guy came out and kept taking pictures of me and talking to my new mom. Thats ok, I was pretty busy at that time. Then they loaded the car up with what smelled like some food, and toys and stuff, and we were off again. On the way home, mom told me about the guy we just met. She told me that its him and Val I owe my life to. Val asked him if he could take me so I didn't have to die, he had the rescue license and stuff like that (boy you humans sure have to complicate things don't you?) but he didn't have any room for me to sleep, but Val said she had a friend that had some room for me to sleep, just didn't have the papers that the ACO wanted so I could go live with her. Soooooo, Val asked my new foster mom if she would work with the rescue, and she asked the rescue if he would work with my foster mom to save me. Thats how I came to live here. Its getting late, I thought, was this journey ever going to end?? This trip was pretty short though, we pulled up infront of this house, and mom got out and took me too. This man came out of the house to help my new mom, she introduced me to my foster dad. I could smell other dogs, but I couldn't hear them. Where did everybody go?? They brought my crate in and set it up in their bedroom, and the food went into the pantry, I was tied out on the runner to wander around and stretch my legs, sniff around and just pretty much check out my new foster home. But that funny feeling came over me again. What was it? By this time, it was driving me nuts. Mom came out to get me and bring me into the house for the night. I had a little snack, and went to my crate. MMMMMM nice warm blanket, water, and some peace and quiet. I must have slept for about 14 hours, by the time I woke up, everybody was out of bed and the house was really noisy. I could smell the kids and the other dogs, I could hear them, but I couldn't see them. Mom walked in a few minutes later and asked me if I was hungary and had to pee. Yes, Yes and Yes please. When I came out of the bedroom, everybody was gone again. Where did they go? I just heard them a few minutes earlier. After breakfast and a pee break, I went back into the bedroom and they closed the door. Mom came in to visit me alot, so did Dad, I didn't get to meet the kids or other dogs for a while, they said that they wanted to give me time to calm down and rest up. Then I was supposed to go to the doggie doctor again for some shots and noodles. Ya ya ya, I've heard that one before. I'll get the shots and they will forget all about the noodles. I learned that it was the week before Christmas, and that we would be having company!! Yipeeeeee, Santa's coming! When I came out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom again, I saw mom hanging up my Christmas stocking next to everyone elses. I was going to get presents too. Christmas dinner was really yummy, turkey, potatoes, carrots mmmmmmmmm, I havn't eaten like this in so long. I ate like a cow that day, then I got treats, a tennis ball, a raggy bone, and a rawhide bone in my stocking. It had been about 2 weeks now, and we were off to the doggie doctor for the shots and "noodles". When we got there, we were put in this room, and the doctor came in and checked me out, said I looked fine (hey you, what do you mean "fine", I look awesome, I'm gorgeous, ask anyone) then they gave me the shots (gee thanks) and talked about noodles. Ok Ok OK, enough talk about the noodles, I want it NOW!! Well, be careful what you ask for, you just might get it, and get it I sure did. I was brought back to a big steele crate and left there. Where was mom? Hey everybody, whats going on? There must be a mistake, I'm supposed to live with her! About an hour later, this woman in some really ugly pants comes in and takes me out of my crate. Its about time someone listens to me. I TOLD them it was a mistake and I was supposed to go home with my mom. We went out into the hall way and down to the next door. Wait, this doesn't smell right. Whats up? The woman with the really ugly pants picks me up and sets me on this cold steele table. Like I said before, I'm not really into cold, so I squirmed a bit. The doctor came in and took my paw, and stuck a needle in it. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU Are doin............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I woke up hours later, back in my same steele crate, and something just didn't feel right. Ummmmm, hey wait a minute, I'm feeling a little sore in places that I didn't know exsisted. OK guys, this isn't funny, what did you do with them? and where are my noodles?? You humans are so not funny. My "noodles" turned out to be neutered, and if I had known the meaning of THAT little doozie, I might have reconcidered my options just a bit. Whats done is done though, and mom came to get me later on that day. I was never so happy to see anyone in my entire life, well, ok make this the second time I was never so happy to see someone ...... Back home we went and back into the crate for a nap. Thats ok with me, I sure was tired. The routine continued like that for the next couple of weeks. The doctor said I couldn't be up and running about for atleast 2 weeks, so I just hung out with mom and dad, watched tv and slept when mom slept for work. Mid january came, cold and gray. They decided that I should start meeting the rest of the family, slowly and 1 at a time, just so I didn't get overexcited and stuff. I met the older child first. She was ok, liked to play and give me treats, then came the middle child, a 4 yo boy, he liked to play too, but I had to be a little more careful, he was just big enough to meet me eye to eye. Then I got to meet the baby. He had just turned a year old the week before I came here to stay. He was sweet, didn't do much, just sit there and stare at me, but thats ok too. Then it was time to meet the other dogs that lived there. Remember I told you that the funny part of this was yet to come. Well, we have arrived there. I met Foxy first, they figured that she would be the least likely to upset me, at 11 years old and not really inclined to rough play or bad temper, our meeting went ok. I figured I better show her who's boss right from the start. OOOOOO boy!!! Mom was not impressed with me on that one. Better chalk that one up to experience. Next came Sam. He's a kind of tall, leggy Collie type. Mom says he's Border collie and Dalmation, or something like that. He was great, loved to play and roughhouse, didn't care if he was king of the heap or not, just as long as he got a treat too and someone to play with. Last but not least, I met.........OMG!! I thought no, it couldn't be, you have to be kidding, I couldn't believe my eyes, MICK!!!!! The very foster home that I came to live in, was the home that had adopted Mick a month earlier. They had been the ones to save my best pal, at the last minute. Could life possibly get any sweeter?
June 16, 2007, 10:44 pm
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