I posted Willie in honor of my sister, Pam's Birthday.
Pam immediately sent out emails to the Briard internet network .
She received the news yesterday.
"Last Wednesday Pam posted that there was a Briard in a high kill shelter in Los Angeles. I immediately inquired about him. Everything was going against this poor guy. The small Briard community here along with a small dog rescue in my neighborhood came together to help him. Some people that I do not know went to the shelter, took pictures, and sent them to Jane. He was a Briard Wannabe with cropped ears!!!! The odds were not good for him because AGGRESSIVE was written on his kennel. My daughter told me to post his story on Face Book which I did. There was immediate response.
There are real ANGELS in this world. A lovely lady came forward who already has two Briards and an Old English Sheep Dog and a cat. She didn't care if it was a Briard mix or that he had been labeled AGGRESSIVE. She went down to visit him on Sunday and found out that he was not AGGRESSIVE but just scared. The dog let her pet him, wagged his tail continuously, and even gave her a kiss! She found out that animal control had found him chained to a fence with only a 2' chain, matted to the skin, and covered with his own feces. He was malnourished and had been in the shelter since October 25th due to a pending court case. He had be labeled AGGRESSIVE out of fear when they went to chip him down. Although 5 years old, he probably was never groomed. With AGGRESSIVE on his kennel his chances of adoption were NOT good!
This ANGEL of a woman adopted him this afternoon. He will be picked up tomorrow after he is neutered. He will be going to a lovely home for rehab and loving care and then the ANGEL will find him a forever loving home.
BTW, one of the kind ladies on FACE BOOK named him WILLIE. Wishing WILLIE a wonderful future full of love and caring."
Rescue Me Week project.
Is a celebration of Mayzie's Grampa J; his life and love of animals.
ADOPT! Don't shop!!!
* some names have been changed to protect privacy.
We're still celebrating Mayzie's Grampa's life and love of animals by pawticipating in her Rescue Me Week project.
Not a day goes by when I think of Alf, his rescue story, those that helped him on his way to his happily furever home and the love and joy he shares with everyone he knows. Of course I had to look for Bernese Mountain Dogs in need.
Bernie is a very handsome approximately 9 year old Bernese Mountain Dog. He gets along well with other dogs and children. He rides well in a car. If you are looking for a gentle giant that you want to make a part of your family, look no further than Bernie.
Bernie is neutered and up-to-date with routine shots
Bernie is available for adoption through North Beach Paws, a no kill shelter, located in Ocean Shores, WA.
You can contact North Beach Paws by calling 360-289-9694 or via E-mail baushaus@coastaccess.com for an adoption application. E-mail debalaldeb@gmail.com for more photos of this handsome boy. An approved application clears the way for you to adopt if its a match when you meet. Please put Bernie in the subject box of e-mail inquiries. Become a NORTH BEACH PAWS fan on facebook.
Yeah, I couldn't pick just one...
Bernie and Beau are Bernese Mountain Dog brothers, available for adoption in Gulfport, Mississippi through Lone Star Bernese Mountain Dog Rescue.
These brothers were relinquished by a gentleman who could no longer care for them when he lost his job. He wanted the two brothers to stay together.
Bernie and Beau are perfect southern gentlemen. They love other dogs, are house trained and well behaved. They are playful and crave a daily walk. Both boys are neutered, up to date on vaccinations and heartworm prevention. While they are each about 100#, it doesn't stop them from being lap sitters and cuddlebugs. Can you provide a home for them? Please contact us Require fenced yard.
Both boys are Neutered, up-to-date with routine shots and house trained.
There's not much information available on this guy. The fact that he's stripped leads me to believe he was in pretty rough shape at intake. The way that he's standing makes me think he may be a senior.
a high kill shelter in Cypress Park. He's available through LA Animal Services
My sister Deb's birthday is today. She has two chihuahuas, Moe and Molly.
Deb tells me that chihuahuas are not a common sight in shelters, on the east coast.
That is just the opposite, here, in the southwest. It seems to me that about every other dog you see is at least part chihuahua.
I scoped out the chihuahuas at Lied, a high kill shelter in Las Vegas.Their wards are adopted through The Animal Foundation. Currently, the Animal Foundation lists 75 chihuahuas available for adoption.
Again, there's not much information. He's an adult, male and tri-colored.
Adoption fees for Seth include his first series of vaccines, neutering, microchip identification a complimentary five-pound bag of Science Diet pet food, and list of participating veterinary clinics that will provide a complimentary wellness checkup with your receipt.
ADOPT! Don't shop!!!
We're helping Mayzie to celebrate her Grampa's life and love of animals by pawticipating in her Rescue Me Week project.
Alf's mom, Dorothea, has emailed me a few times since I left dirtville. Due to my lack of internet, I didn't receive them until Monday 9/13. She included a lot of pictures, too :)
Alf's mom writes: "...Alfy is doing terrific. He is the apple of our eye. Sophie adores him, and he is the first dog we have ever had that actually retrieves his toys. He loves to empty his toy basket. I am constantly picking up, and as soon as I'm done he empties it again. It is too cute.
He follows me everywhere, loves to ride in the car, and go for walks in the park. He loves children and has made a whole bunch of new doggie friends. His training continues, and he does very well
He loves Brandy and Alan. You can't wipe the smile off his face when they walk through the door.
The kennel stressed him incredibly, so I broke it down and back in the garage it went. He does fine inside, except for throwing all the pillows on the ground and scratching a bit of the laundry room door. Just a bit of anxiety, that will pass.
I let him roam around free with Sophie and he is fine. Never had another accident in the house. So curious about everything, it is adorable. He tries to entice Sophie to play the way Stumpy used to do him. He loves to go for walks. He is healthy, happy, and loved.
I'll never be able to thank Dorothea and her family for opening their hearts and home to Alf and providing a REALLY perfect environment for him to live and love forever! This really is a dream come true!
I've heard from Alf's mom a couple of times and Alf is settling in nicely. He's up to his old tricks: following his mom everywhere and trying to climb in the shower with her.
She writes, "...Things have been a bit busy lately, but I did want you to know that Alfy is doing super. Big hugs and Kisses to Stumpy..."
and included plenty of pictures!
Alf's sleeping style hasn't changed any!
Going for a ride with his sisters...
Such a handsome dude!
awwwww!
This one's my favorite!
Alf and sister Sophie
OH! I miss his squishy face!
C'mon! Could he possibley be any cuter?
Smile for the camera, Alf!
Hey! How did Alf get grass to roll in when Stumpy and I are still stuck in the desert? and a pool, too????? yeesh... I need to find me a home...
YUP! Same ol' Alf!!!
Peek-a-boo! We can't see you!
Many, Many thanks for the pictures and updates! We love you, Alfy!!!
I've been out of my mind the last month and particularly the last two weeks. I've been thinking the worst with regard to Alf's future (or lack of one) I truly felt, in my heart, that euthanasia was a better option than a shelter, for many reasons.
I absolutely have to get back east, and soon. I set a departure date for August 1st (for about the 12th time) this time I knew I had to stick to it.
I've been emailing and calling rescues all over the country and posting on forums for weeks. On Saturday a horse forum member (yes, I posted on a couple of horse forums, too) referred me to a rescue in Colorado, Big Dogs, Huge Paws (aka BDHP).
I emailed BDHP and received an email that same day telling me they would help Alfy! I was psyched. BDHP is actually a national rescue, the one I contacted is located in Colorado. Awesome! Lucky Alf is going to get out of this god forsaken desert! All their dogs are in foster homes, they've got a great program and as far as I could tell they do everything exactly as I would; better, no doubt
By the way, BDHP has a blog. I hope everybloggie will check them out and show them some love.
That same day, I called Sue, the rescue contact for the Bernese Mountain Dog Club of Watchung Sue referred me to an international Bernese Mountain Dog mailing list. The email had barely been sent and I was receiving responses. The Berner people stepped right up and began networking to find Alf a home. Monday I was contacted by a woman in California wanting to give our boy a home. She comes with great references, including a well known, responsible BMD breeder/rescue. The family who will be taking Alf has one of her bitches. You've already met Sophie, a five year old Berner girl. Einstein, pictured below in the forefront, is Sophie's younger brother. That's Sophie, in the back. Einstein, also pictured on our sidebar Berner rescue button, was a rescued Berner adopted by Alf's new family. Sadly, they lost him as a result of bloat.
We're pretty sure Einstein has his paws in this whole journey and has orchestrated Alf's destiny to help heal the broken hearts he left behind Alf's new mom doesn't want me to speak of Einstein's abuse but of the love and joy he brought to their family. I'll only say this: Our Mr.B and Einstein stories' share some similar circumstances. "...He was precious loving, and curious about everything. Even when he first arrived. He loved to walk. I would go early so he could feel the sun on his face. I used to tell him it came up to greet him. And at night, while on our walk when the sun would go down I would tell him it was kissing him goodnight. He was so proud to walk with his family. He was curious even when I put that funny stuff on my face. I let him smell everything.Even my parfume bottle. He would curiously sniff, then shake his nose and smile at me. He loved riding in the car. My little navigator. He would jump in and head straight for the armrest. Front paws on armrest back legs on backseat. Then Right before I would take off, kiss for the driver. It was a ritual for him. I could not get in and drive without his kiss. As far as Einstein was concerned that is what made the car go. He loved Sophie and she him. In the morning he would go up to her and sniff,and kiss her on the nose while little tails wagging. It was one of the most endearing beautiful moments of our day. If he heard a police car, fire truck , or ambulance, he would bark and howl. As soon as Sophie barked at noises outside or people walking by, Einstein would run up to her and join in. He would wait for Sophies cue and stop only if she did. It drove us bananas and made us laugh all at the same time. It was way too cute. He loved to cuddle. He would sometimes fall asleep right next to Sophie..."
Coincidentally, the adopters live in the same town as my sister, in California. My sister will go over on Monday to do a home check. (Side note: Yipeeeeee! Stumpy's going to the beach AND I get to see my baby S'tar)
As planned, Alf will go to the vets on the 21st and I will deliver him to his mom on the 23. We'll spend some time together, first at the park and then in Alf's new home. I'll stay in Laguna (yes, this lucky boy is moving to sunny SoCal!) for a couple of days to visit with my sister and make sure Alf settles in.
Blog land has been especially kind and supportive of Alf, throughout this journey. I know many of you have cried tears of happiness with each step forward and tears of frustration with every setback. We are so grateful for your advice, encouragement and help.
I'm grateful to Paula who blogs at Woof Whinny Whisper and Sandra who blogs at This & That for posting Alfy's search for a forever home on their blogs.
Although,RUFFF (Rescued Unwanted Furry Friends Foundation)was unable to provide sanctuary for Alf, they were more than happy to allow Alf to go to their vet and receive their discount for all procedures, tests and vaccinations. They also provided advice and encouragement, throughout our journey.
I hope the members of the Berner-L yahoo group and mailing list know how much I appreciate their network, the support they provided and their encouragement. I extend my gratitude to the member that offered to foster,those that were prepared to make sure Alf had a great future and those that took the time to share his story, which resulted in this very happy new beginning.
Thanks, too, to that wonderfully crazy and hugely supportive Horse Forum, whose members referred me to BDHP and other rescues; and one member in particular who was prepared to give Alf a forever home, in New England.
I am so grateful to my neighbors and friends for keeping track of Alfy, and watching out for him when he was wandering.
And more than anything or anyone I'd to thank Alfy's new family for opening their hearts and home to this special boy. I am beyond thrilled for Alf! I wish Alf and his new family the very brightest future possible, days filled with love and laughter. I know Alf will continue to grow and respond to your kindness and love.
Last but never least, I must thank Stumpy. I'm quite sure she let Alf know, right from the beginning, that the two-legged that lived here was a sucker with an endless supply of treats, bones and chewies; that I was constantly buying pillows and chairs for canine comfort and that belly rubs and back scratches were given freely.
I figure when Stumpy first told Alf about her two-legged sucker, she did it in a bragging sort of way (all part of Einstein's plan); never thinking she'd have to share her treats, bones, chairs and pillows. In the picture above we see Stumpy sulking because Alf has his own bone and doesn't want hers. Alf likes this. You can be sure he will plant himself right in front of Stumpy anytime there's a bone to be chewed.
One more piece of the puzzle falls into place: the vet who will be doing Alf's brain surgery lives in the same town as Cuzzin Fenway and my son! We'll also get to spend a couple days there,with Fenway, (oh yeah, and my son) while Alf recovers.
The Berner (now known as Alphonso Bernard Jacob Scout Billy Bob Berner)is/was a semi-feral dog trying to survive in the Mohave Desert.He's ready for his new home and will be delivered there shortly
If you're a new visitor to our blog, the Berner's story can be read in the posts listed below, in chronological order. Updates are posted on Saturday.
Although I have wormed the Berner, twice, it seems he still has a load of parasites. Tapeworms! EEEWWWWW! YUCK! Gag me! Yes, tape worms. Evidence was clinging to his skirt/pantaloons earlier this week. In my experience, tapeworms/larvae are injested when a dog eats wild rabbit. The rabbit got the tape worm, via fleas. We don't have fleas in dirtville! Does this mean Alf came from somewhere, other than dirtville, that has a flea population?
My next question is which OTC dewormer is the one that does the best job. On line research references 3: Panacur (fenbendazole) or Praziquantel (Tape Worm Tabs for dogs by TradeWinds) or Safeguard (active ingredient is fenbendazole). Of course, my first choice would be to bring him to the vet. That's not happening, just yet, due to his anxiety in the car.
Below are some of the things I pull out of Alf, each day, during grooming. This is an enlarged picture of the item circled in red. Evil, wicked #@$^%&!!! things. No wonder he chews at himself all day. I don't pull the foxtail, goat's heads and whitestem seeds out of his fur. I pull them out of his skin! The poor guy! He doesn't have much belly hair due to chewing and his attempt to remove the foriegn objects from his skin. I wish Stumpy would clue him in about staying out of the danger zone.
Much to my dismay and consternation, Alfy still goes for a stroll every day, before it gets real hot (after we take ours). He's back in an hour or so ready to take advantage of the AC.
He's a lttle confused here because I am trying to follow him with the camera and he just wants to say hello. He says hello for Stumpy, heads for the water and without even taking a drink plops down on the closest AC vent.
He moves from the kitchen over to the vent closest to my desk, so he can block my cool air.
We've added "down" to his repitoire.
His "down" and "sit" have really come along way, since these videos were taken, earlier this week. I don't have to use food and I can use voice or hand signals. He also returns to the sit position after a down, when asked. Normally I would be working on "stay" about this time, but once Alf is down, he is down for the count. Also, leash work stresses him out. I know we have to do it, but it's really hard for me to be the cause of his stress. I will be biting the bullet this week, for sure.
Mr.B, willingly, climbs into the back of the cab.
And his stress level lowers, just a little, each time we picnic on hotdogs and cheese in the truck.
Mr.B discovered the window, this time. I'm hoping that helps decrease his stress even more.
The Berner (now known as Alphonso Bernard Jacob Scout Billy Bob Berner)is/was a semi-feral dog trying to survive in the Mohave Desert. If you're a new visitor to our blog, the Berner's story can be read in the posts listed below, in chronological order. Updates are posted on Saturday.
If you are interested in adopting this handsome boy please refer to my sidebar and check out Petfinder's "New Dog Adopter's" Pledge. This is the home Alfy deserves. He will come to you house broken, crate trained, vet checked, neutered, up to date on his vaccinations and micro-chipped. Alfy will bring his crate, his bed, favorite toys and some food with him. Vet references will be required. A home-check is a possibility. Because of his wander lust a fenced yard is probably necessary. Distance may not be a problem. I'll be traveling east in the not too distant future. I have also had offers for transport help, when the time comes.
