Monday, June 8, 2009

Who Are These Dogs, Anyways?

I'd like to share a little bit about how all these dogs have a part in my life, and where they came from as well.

Kasey,



and Kyla are sisters. They are Border Collie X Lab mixes, and most of the time act more like the classic lab...but sometimes that Border Collie definately shows in them! They are my parents' dogs. I like to call my stepmom the dog guru, even if she doesn't think so. One reason I call her this is because she drove (with my company!) to Detroit just to rescue these buggers from a shelter. I don't know why they ended up there, but when we picked them up they weren't much more than 8 weeks old (I can't remember the exact age, it was 4 years ago!). As we were walking out of the shelter, a pup in each hand, a family with a little girl about 4 or 5 years old asked, "Is that cuddles and cutie?" (I think those were they're "original" names...) and in the excitement I say "YEA!" The parents ensure the girl that there would be other dogs... :/





Maggie is also my parents' dogs. Her story is special. She's been with the family for just a couple years now, I think she's between 2-3 years old. She was found roaming around the neighborhood with a boy dog, and another lady where we live is involved in rescue. She took both of the dogs in, and my stepmom offered to be a foster mom for Maggie. It just wasn't that easy- Maggie was skin and bones. At first we thought she was probably just malnurished, but soon found that she wouldn't eat much, and threw up a lot. She also had what seemed like constant diahrrea. Because my parents already had several dogs sleeping in their room at the time, I offered to let Maggie sleep with me. Although my stepmom took on the battle of nursing her back to health (with Vet's assistance, of course!) I will say I have never cleaned up as much bloody diahrrea in my life. There were actually times where she would just poop blood until you could see more piles of it than the actual floor (wood floor!). Charming, right?


Seeing her in such bad shape, and so much blood, some nights I was worried she just wouldn't get better. Eventually my stepmom had to tell the vet to keep her until she would at least eat- there was nothing she could do to help Maggie at home. In the end, she had some kind of bad bacteria, they got her better, and she's as eccentric as ever today!!! Needless to say the foster dog became a permanant one...after being there with her through so much I don't think any of us wanted to see her go.

What's funny about Maggie is when she was sick I thought she was the "perfect" dog- mellow, never getting into anything, etc. When she was at 100% health, she enjoyed rummaging my purse at night for the syrup covered money I got waitressing at Bob Evans...grr.





And this is Smiley, from the last blog post. Everyone calls her that because the black around her mouth makes her seem like she always has a little grin on her face. Her real name is Belle, which I think is a beautiful name.


Honestly, I have no idea what her story is. She is my mom's neighbor's dog, and often comes by to visit. This picture was taken with an old point-and-shoot, which Belle didn't mind.



She hated the camera I have now and ran away from it. Literally. As soon as I took it away from my face she'd come back.




Spuds Mackenzie. He's 5 years old. This is my boyfriend's dog, but actually started out as his dad's dog. Chad's dad got Spuds as a birthday gift to himself, but it soon became apparent that Chad was the one Spuds stuck by. When Spuds first came to the family, I was less than thrilled. I was definately younger then and didn't know as much about dogs as I have learned in the 5 years since. I guess you could say Spuds was my inspiration. I didn't like Pitbulls, thought they were mean, and was convinced he would eat me in my sleep or something. Wow was I wrong. I am so glad Spuds came into our lives because he has taught me more than many people ever could. He was taught me to accept, love, and be open. He taught me to question things, wonder why, and never take the easy way out. He taught me that not only are Pitbulls NOT viscous, but are actually some of the smartest most amazing dogs I've ever been around. It goes with the whole "you just have to be around one to know" kind of thing. Because of being around him I have a passion for helping other people know just how great this breed is and just how Inaccurate or misleading the media is. He has a big spot in my heart, now and forever.



Kado is Chad's sister's dog, but they all live together. So he is technically Spud's and Shadow's cousin! I'm not sure where he came from, but he is keeyoooote! (As StellaStar would say!) He is one of the more high strung dogs I've been around, and actually reminds me a lot of a dopey adolescent lab. He turned 1 in February. Kado is inpirational too- He had parvo as a pup, and at the time his family couldn't afford to keep him admitted to an animal hospital. He had to be taken care of at home for the parvo. It was such a scary and sad time, seeing the once bountiful Tigger-like puppy not even wanting to move. Much to everyone's amazement, he bounced back within days- Thanks to the medicine from the vet, gatorade, baby food, and...a plate of ham that actually made him wag his tail!, he lives to see another day. It really was special seeing him pull through something so many dogs cannot.



And finally, SHADOOBBYY!!!!!! Or Shadow...

She is also my boyfriend's dog, technically "our dog" :) She just came to us in January of this year, and is one month older than Kado. A mutual friend of ours told us about Shadow's situation. She had a family, a home, a nice life. And for whatever reason they decided they had to "get rid of her." I'm not sure why, that's all they said. They also said they couldn't find a home for her. The only person who offered to take her was a questionable man who mentioned using her as a "bait dog" for dog fighting. Don't even get me started on that tangent.
So our mutual friend called Chad desperate for help. Shadow came to visit, just to "see how things worked" with her and the other dogs. I think it's easy to see she fit right in. Her and Kado are inseprable, and Spuds is kind of like the pervy old man who tries to get in between them, hehehe.
There are many funny things you come across when rescuing a dog who picked up habits before coming into your life. For example: Since the day she came to Chad's house she's been keen on helping people pick out footwear...it's really funny even though we probably shouldn't laugh at it. She even stole someone's slipper right off their foot and just sprinted away with it. It makes me wonder how much shoe gnawing her old owners let her do.



I hope this helps you understand a little better who I'm writing about and how I fit into all their lives.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Random Excerpts From the Photo Archives

It's Sunday- It feels like a weird time to be blogging, as I have a Master's Program final to work on, laundry, etc. etc. But here I am! I was looking through recent photos that I haven't posted yet, so I decided to create a cornacopia of sorts...
A dog we call smiley


and a smiling dog (you haven't seen Kyla for a while!)



and her sister Kasey, both Border Collie X lab mixes


Here's Kasey being regal...

and Spuds being, well, not so regal.
I like to sniff couch.
It makes me feel grooooovy.

This one's a little more flattering.

...Daisy in progress


*Make a Wish*



"Honey I Shrunk the Kids" -How many of you have seen that movie about a hundred times?



So, if you haven't figured it out yet, my thought process is somewhat like this blog entry- all over the place. So as a goodbye, I'm going to suggest you read one of the blogs I have posted on mine that I like to read (thanks to Three Woof and a Woo, that is)- Nicaragua Redux: The Sarna Chronicles. It's about volunteers who help some of the dogs in Nicaragua who need people the most. And her trip is just beginning, so check it out!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Inspired by Life With Dogs...

Meet a silly little Pit mix named Rocco. He's a character. Enough said :)



Recently Life With Dogs was writing about how Greyhounds are, well, just different, and you just have to be around one to experience what it means to say that.
I embrace those statements and it sparked my thought process to write about why Pit Bulls are "just different." And you really do just have to be around one to truly know how.

There is an article on http://www.pitbulllovers.com/vicious-pit-bulls.html that I can't use without permission, but it talks about the Top Ten Reasons not to trust a Pit Bull...one of them include how they wiggle so hard you'd think their butt would fall off. I have a video of the natural wiggle worm herself (Shadow) that I'll attach later. If you read this article you will see what I have heard countless Pit Bull lovers say.

Also, I found this poem online and I have no idea who wrote it or how old it is. I'm not sure what current laws in Canada are and hope it's not offensive, but give them the utmost credit and thanks for being able to wear their emotions on their sleeve:

AN APOLOGY TO BREED BAN ENTHUSIASTSI'm sorry you are frightened of my dogs and are trying to have them killed because they are pitbulls.I'm sorry you lack the understanding of this breed's true history, gentleness with people, wonderful temperament, intelligence and behavioral conformation. I'm sorry you won't read the ATTS stats regarding our breed's true temperament, putting it in the top four for temperament, scoring better than breeds like Golden Retrievers and Cocker Spaniels.I'm sorry that you side with and protect animal abusers by marking the breed of dog and not the irresponsibility of the owner. I'm sorry that by your logic I could steal a car, run some people over with it, and then you can blame the make of car for the accident as I walk free.I'm sorry you generalize one breed of dog with one group of people. I'm sorry you can't see the love and determination that many often highly educated, non-criminal, and "normal" types of people show towards this breed and the great personal sacrifices that they make to take care of their dog responsibly.I'm sorry you cannot go into the shelters and see the hundreds of abandoned and abused pitbulls, dying only for the inane "crime" of being born the breed they are. I'm sorry you cannot see the look of disappointment in their eyes as someone walks by their kennel, and refuses to consider adopting them based on an ill-educated fear mongering reporter. I'm sorry that you cannot be there when the animal looks at a human for the last time, and in spite of being betrayed by all humans they have met, their tail still wags as someone approaches with the syringe of Euthinol.I'm sorry you cannot be there when law enforcement shoots one of your dogs dead inside its own home in front of the children it mutually loves for simply getting off the dog bed and walking over to say hello with its tail wagging. I'm sorry you cannot be there to rescue pitbull puppies from a plastic bag in a dumpster, dumped there by someone switching their illegal and inhumane activities to another, more lucrative breed.I'm sorry you cannot understand the difference between canine and aggression in the way that this breed can. Yes, I'm saying my pitbull is smarter than you.I'm sorry that the medieval witchhunting genetics of intolerance, generalization, and racism make you feel the need to vilify a breed of dog. I'm sorry that justice, equality, tolerance, common sense are all things you hold dear as a fellow Canadian and expect from others, but do not yourself offer toward a pitbull or its caregiver. I'm sorry that you don't take the constructive time to petition changes in the Canadian animal cruelty act and in the criminal code that would deal out serious punishment to the real animal abusers.I'm sorry you cannot see the disappointed look on a puppy's face when the people petting it quickly frown and walk away when you tell them it is a pitbull. I'm sorry you feel the need to terrorize my family and my dogs for crimes we never have and never will commit. I'm sorry you don't have to live in fear of your dog's safety from hysterical and mentally unstable people trying to inflict all manner of evil upon your dogs.I'm sorry that you cannot see my breed working in some of the best Search and Rescue groups in the world, saving countless lives each year. I'm sorry our media censors and refuses to print the breed name "pitbull' when in connection with a positive act such as saving a person or child from a burning house, drowning, wild attacking animals, etc. I'm sorry you cannot see the many pitbulls registered as therapy dogs and bringing so much joy to another misunderstood, neglected demographic in our society, the senior citizen.I am sorry you can't see a pitbull kiss a child, step carefully over a kitten, or play in a sunbeam. I'm sorry you cannot wake in the morning to feel a warm pitbull cuddled next to you in bed, and know that you are their total world, and even if the house caught fire and trapped you, they would stay with you to the end. But, now that I really think about it, I'm not at all sorry you don't own a pitbull--you do not deserve one.

I hope this helps you see into the hearts of countless great Pitbulls. I'm not saying I don't like other breeds, in fact, I love animals. Period. But Pitbulls speak to my heart and I just wanted to
share it! I would love to hear why your breed is just different.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Reach for the stars!

...or sticks!

If there is something you've been meaning to do, or a goal you made for yourself but haven't reached it yet, go for it! Life's too short...