Meet Nitro & Homer!
These sweet parvovirus recovering puppies will be my buddies until an adoption event!!!!
THOSE FACES!!!! 😍
About 3 years ago, my son decided to get chickens so that he didn’t have to buy eggs anymore. He is getting into all this zombie apocalypse, prepper stuff lately. Or maybe it’s just wanting less to do with corporations or government anything and just be a self sufficient human being! My husband decided to jump on that bandwagon! City girl that I am, my first thought was ‘I may be able to eat the eggs but if you want me to eat that meat, it better come back to the house on styrofoam wrapped in plastic!’ Before you read any further, we haven’t slaughtered a chicken yet! Keep reading, I don’t see it happening!
Look what we started with!!!
Obviously, I’m an animal lover! Needless to say, I fell in love with the ‘chick-i-poos’!!
They’ve become my chickie girls! I love watching them run around the yard, scratching the ground looking for bugs, grabbing fruit or veggies that I throw in the yard for them and even eating my hostas. Even though every country song tells you that’s what ya do when you’re bored; I think it’s hilarious to watch them. They come as soon as they hear my voice thinking they are gonna get some goodies, probably because they usually do.
BUT, that’s not the reason why I started writing this post. This is a dogs blog…my Duke LOVES chicken just a little too much!!!
They say dog training is a never ending process and I can vouch for that! Duke was 4 or 5 when we got our first chicks. I should have known the chirping would drive him nuts because he destroys squeaky toys in seconds! I will forego all the gory details but three chickens later, my Duke can stay in the yard with the chickens BY HIMSELF!!! (Delilah too but she never cared about the chickens)! It took quite a bit of walking around the yard with him on leash and the chickens fluttering about clucking away until he learned what proper behavior was but he is now a chicken friendly dog! I even had to teach my husband that Duke was NOT going to eat a chicken because every time they were in the yard together, Duke wanted to chase them. He had it in his mind that Duke was gonna get a chicken and he was just waiting for it to happen; inevitably, it did! His energy was setting Duke up for failure!!!
Back to the never ending training process:
This little munchkin LOVES chickens too!
You wouldn’t think that a 14-ish week old puppy, or maybe I didn’t think he would, but he caught one!!!! No damage done, just a tired husband, an excited puppy, a freaked out chicken and a foster momma back on the chicken training path. He is a pretty quick learner and a good boy so it didn’t take him too long to get what I wanted. The rest of the training will be up to his new mom and dad though!
Not only am I finished with my part of fostering this pup but he has already also found his forever home WITH friends of the family so I will be able to see him again and again!!! Probably a good thing; he reminded me of Duke in more ways than just chicken eatin’. He quite possible could have been a foster failure!!!!
I would never be able to let the puppy go!’ That’s what I thought too! Trust me! That first one! UGH, it was hard…but seeing this, makes the end result worth it!
Blue Belle with HER family!!! ❤
Still stalking the website, waiting for Hudson Bay to have his!!! Check out his waggie tail!!!!!
For me, fostering is a selfish act. I am a fickle person who changes material things often and I ‘have commitment issues’! I also prefer to keep myself naive because, well, it’s easier on me! Animal rescue is ugly and heartbreaking! I’ve tried different avenues to help or work with animals/rescues from walking dogs at animal control, visiting rescue cats and cleaning up cages at a local pet store or fostering a pup and taking her from event to event in an attempt to get her adopted; watching people love on her, ask how they would go about adopting her and then never hearing from them 💔 ! I’ve found that fostering puppies for THIS rescue works for me! I get a new puppy every few weeks, I keep them for what is a short period of time in the rescue world, send them back to the rescue where they stay at an adoption center until they get adopted (which is normally quick because, let’s face it, they’re puppies and puppies get adopted faster than an older dog). I don’t have to deal with people ‘dissing my kids’ by saying you’d love to adopt them and then never fill out the application! I get more fun and love than exercise or poop (although it’s really close) and don’t have to deal with the heart wrenching side! SEE SELFISH!!!
Part of fostering is the cycle that animal ‘owners’ usually take a lifetime to go through. You get a new puppy (hopefully adopted or rescued) teach it right from wrong, love it even when it’s bad, encourage it when it’s scared, nurse it when it’s sick and say goodbye with hugs, kisses and tears! This means that your heart is now that much fuller because of all that!!! For people that foster, that ‘lifetime’ could be weeks or months or sometimes years! We know at some point you will HAVE to say goodbye and it is NEVER easy! I knew this foster period was only going to be for days as these two were slated for an event where they would hopefully find immediate homes!! My job was simply to let them see just a glimpse of what was to come!
Going for car rides
Surprisingly, I did not cry for these two! They are adorably perfect pups and my confidence that they would be placed in forever homes through the event was high. Blue Belle slept in hers that very night. Hudson Bay would have to wait. I will stalk the website until I see that he gets his home as well; I’m sure it will be soon.
What that means for me, is that I get to do it all over again. A new set of pups will be coming soon and more adventures will follow.
Well, I’ve posted before that I was ‘back’ posting to this blog! Then we lost one of my sons pups and that was pretty much the end of it! That was 2013!!!
It’s been 3 years since we fostered, failed and adopted Delilah! My Munchkeenie Monkeybutt has become a well behaved, feisty, hilarious Pibble!!!
We now also have Dudley and Sweet Pea in addition to Dixie from my sons pack!
Tomorrow afternoon instead of getting the mani/pedi I had planned, I’ll be picking up these two:
YEP!!!!! Once a foster parent always a foster parent!!!!!
This should be exciting! 😳 STAY TUNED!!!
Social media has it’s good points and bad points! The bad being, what ends up on social media – STAYS on social media, especially pictures! Facebook can be like a therapy session that the rest of you have to ‘listen’ to but it can also be like a picture diary. With the events of this past week, I keep telling myself to stay off Facebook but like a train wreck, my ADD brings me back time and time again, looking back, like a movie of the past year at pictures or posts – torturing myself, not knowing why I keep doing it.
On Fridays, the ‘grandkids’ come over if Tracy has to work to have some puppy play time. Delilah loves when Darwin comes over because he puts up with her ‘play’. After Oscar came home, we had gone out to get something to eat and when we came back, my son , Ryan, told us that Darwin had thrown up! Hmm, not that unusual! With a total of 8 animals in the household at one time or another, any one of them could be spewing something. It wasn’t even an after thought, it was time to feed the dogs! Four dogs, four bowls, four places! I ran out to the store and when I got back, my husband told me that Darwin had thrown up 2 more times! Within about 4 – 5 hours he threw up a total of 4 times. Looking back now, he went from his jumpy, playful perky self to an ‘I don’t feel so good Mommy!’ little boy! We called Brandon to let him know and he ended up being up with him all night (he is such a good doggy daddy)!
Saturday morning, the vet managed to squeezed him in, gave him a quick once over, x-rays, a few shots for the nausea and sub Q fluids and sent him home with some anti nausea medicine. Darwin seemed to be a little better throughout the day but still not his barking at every squirrel, no depth perception/bumps into everything, so excited to see you self. Brandon kept in contact with the vet by email/phone throughout the weekend and on Sunday, they both decided he probably needed to go back in Monday morning; but that if he got any worse, he should go to the emergency vet but expect them to opt for emergency surgery (which wouldn’t have been a surprise). Darwin managed to keep some food down and was still drinking but wasn’t getting any better!
Monday morning back to the vet, more exams, blood work, xrays, barium series this time and, low and behold…an obstruction. The dye never left his stomach and seemed to be getting absorbed by something. Surgery it would be! His vitals weren’t that great so the vet decided that they would get his numbers up and do the surgery Tuesday morning. The surgery was successful, he had two blockages. They found some stringy stuff and some plastic stuff (possibly a nylon bone). They showed it to Brandon, I don’t know all the details on exactly what it was but, YAY, it was out and Darwin would be on the road to recover! He stayed at the vet all day Tuesday and Brandon was able to pick him up on Wednesday after 2 pm. Oscar and I went over to see Darwin that evening and so Oscar could help Brandon cut a counter top. I sat and cuddled with Darwin (& Dixie). He was doing good, normal after surgery grogginess but still gently hopping off the couch, wagging his tail when he saw Papa and then back on the couch for cuddles with Nana! Sicky little boy, I will just cuddle you and it will be all better very soon! ❤
Thursday morning Brandon says that Darwin had a bad night, couldn’t get comfortable, was very restless and flopping in bed. He wasn’t able to keep his medicine down and hadn’t really had anything to eat although he was drinking water. Around 6 am, he had gone out and pooped ‘a little nugget’ but by around 7 am he was projectile vomiting all over the place, whining and shaking in pain. Tracy called the vet and rushed him back in so they could administer the medicines by shot or IV and see what else was going on.
I’ll make the rest of this quick, because that’s how it went…by around 11:30 am they were rushing him back into surgery, by around 1:30…he was gone! Apparently, the part of the intestine after the blockage gets weak from the lack of blood flow or fluids and ruptured. Our beloved, 2nd foster failure, bull in a china shop, has to lean against you even when he walks, licks you CONSTANTLY, rests his head on your knee/leg/arm while you’re eating was gone. As I type this, I still can’t believe it, how fast it all happened or that it happened at all.
There aren’t too many dogs that I look at that I don’t think are cute, I pretty much love them all but Darwin had THE most gorgeous face around and he always melted your heart when he looked at you with that heart shaped nose. I just couldn’t help but smooch his face, even when he was in trouble or getting on my nerves!
I completely forgot that this was his full name until I started writing this (some how the boys in our house got LONG names)! Social media therapy also allows one to write down their thoughts, removing them from a persons head, releasing just a little hurt, although any animal lover knows, not all of it and not forever!
Here’s to you – Darwin Von Doodlebug IV! Your life was SO short, we had you for just one year but the imprint you have left us with will last us a lifetime!
RIP my gorgeous Tin Man
08/??/12 – 11/14/13