NATIONAL DOG DAY!

I’m a little slow on posting–my daughter-in-law informed me it is National Dog Day, and thought I should write something special–or maybe post some pictures. RIGHT!!! At 12 Hills Dog Rescue—it seems everyday is a special dog day—this evening we received an adorable 8 week old poodle/schnauzer. She is so sweet—and a little nervous to be in a new place. Tomorrow we will start her health regimen, but for tonight, she is getting used to us and some of our small ones.
So, back to National Dog Day! Should I mention the dogs that we loved and lost? Or, maybe the ones we have helped that were extra-special, or maybe some dogs we have here at the rescue now, still waiting for their families.
Last week we lost our special girl Daisy Mae. She was 10 years old and Chuck’s special shadow. Knowing her time was getting short, she needed to be with him whenever she could. She even sat in the pickup on Sunday mornings while he was in church, and enjoyed riding with him on his Mule. So, this year—it seems fitting to honor Daisy Mae. We will miss you, girl!SANYO DIGITAL CAMERA
Mentioning those dogs that we have had for some time come to mind. Dogs like Page, Harley, Chico, Omaha, Jimmy, Emerson–still waiting, for their forever families. We don’t lose hope that they will be adopted. Lu Lu Legs found her family this week, and we are happy for her. Now we have so many others still waiting. . . .
So thanks to all the dogs that have shared their doggie kisses, comfort and love with us over the years. We celebrate knowing each one of you!

Is It Spring Yet?

It’s funny–it always seems in February,I start thinking of Spring. Today, the sun was shining and it felt like Spring outside for maybe 3 hours. I wonder if the dogs dream of spring time, and the new grass and the new smells in the air. I can visualize them laying on their back with their legs in the air, dreaming about romping in the pasture, on a sunny day, as they head to the hill with Chuck for their daily run. They have such a good time on their daily run. Retrieving the ball, wrestling with each other and attempting to be that special one to sit on his lap to soak up as much attention as they can muster in an hours time.

This year, I am dreaming of warmer weather, so we will be able to build a big yard for the main kennel, and a fenced in yard for our house dogs. We won’t have to watch each one so closely and they can still run and play without the worry of wandering off or being run over. Then there is the hospital room that needs to be remodeled yet, and the special building for Mama’s and their new puppies. Where do we start?

Besides dreaming about Spring—I find myself thinking about the dogs that need families yet. What kind of families do they need? Where should they be living? In the country or town? Will a particular dog be fine in a home with another dog, or should they be the only dog? Sometimes our dogs come back and we try again. We want the dog and family to fit—we want them both to be happy—a family pet is a big commitment and one that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

Enough of the dreaming, or deep thinking—and onward to right now. Even though we expect more when Spring does arrive, we have puppies right now that are looking for a home. They are shepherd/beagle and ready for new families.

He needs a name!

He needs a name!

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BACK IN THE GROOVE

Is the term “Back in the Groove” outdated? I suppose there is a new line that I should be using to explain my weekend.  Just returned home from Family Church camp. We call it Reunion–as we see old friends and make new ones each year.  Had a great time and refreshed my body and my spirit.

Anyway, I guess I am rested–today after the kennel chores I took time to spend time with a number of the dogs.  Bathed little Albert–he is recovering from the mange. He looks an Akita, but seems pretty small yet.  I am not sure that the name Albert fits him—maybe A.J. would be better.  He is about 8 weeks old and is going to be a great looking puppy when he is recovered. 

I cleaned the back yard and fixed the outside shed for the puppies.  They love the stairs to their loft. We still need to fix the window with a screen, paint the shed, and run electric so they can have a fan.  All in time, I guess! 

While I was back there–spent some time with April (a lab mix puppy about 4 months old) She is very active, and shows lots of potential.  Sally Sue–a  female Jack Russell is is 3 months old. She is adorable, with a brown face and cute markings.   Judy is growing and filling out as well as Trudy. (Both look like Corgi mixes.)  Sophie was very happy to see me and followed me–sitting patiently until I petted her.  I wonder why noone has called to meet her?  She is a wonderful Rottie/Husky mix and even thought I have her listed as special needs, she gets along well.

When I arrived home I found that Shorty had been neutered–Glady’s spayed–Both Andre and Kayne neutered also.  Sometime it seems like our trips to the Vet takes up much of our days.  Getting back to Shorty–he is a Chiweenie! I am not sure how you spell it, but a chihuahua and dachshund. He is quite the character.  Both him and Oscar (a poodle/chihuahua) like to argue over who can get closer to me. 

I could go on and on about the day spent with the dogs, but my bed is calling for me.  I hope that those out there that read my blog will take time to look on petfinder.com for more information about the dogs. This picture is Judy–she is a little bigger now.Image

Judy Says Hi Everyone

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What a cutie! Judy came full of ticks and so sick.  All better–and is full of energy. We are unsure of her lineage, but she is  going to be a small to medium dog.  Judy is still a puppy–around 4 months old.

In Memory of ” Our Little Man”

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Squirt was his name–and he was “One In A Million”. We lost our boy about a month ago, and I guess I need to stop looking in the ditches and fields, as I make my way to the highway. It is time to say good-bye to him and to thank him for the 14 special years we had together.
Squirtie (as we called him) came into our lives when he was just a puppy. He quickly became “our son”, as the rest of the family called him. I think they were just a little jealous–that he was so special to us. When Chuck had surgery, he never left his side–staying almost glued to his body–during those rough days. He would just jump up and curl up next to you–giving you that healing touch that he could do so well. He always seem to know when we were sick, grieving or just tired. I remember him even offering his special healing to Grandma–when she was so ill. Of course she didn’t let him jump up, but I think she appreciated it anyway.

He wasn’t much of a camper, and sometimes created a scene, because he didn’t like being on a leash or tie out in a camping area. He was too important for that–or at least he thought he was. He did love to go for rides and would sit on the console looking for deer or other animals that would catch his eye.

Squirt had his own birthday parties–even sharing one or two with our daughter-in-law. Of course he always got his own cupcake and special treat. He just knew it was his special day and he would hold his head high and soak it up.

Squirt always met everyone at the door with his bottom half wagging. His tail had been docked so short, he just moved his entire hips. Over the years, he went from his slim self to being a “little overweight”, but that didn’t stop his enthusiasm for life.

There are so many memories that I could share—even him sitting on a chair at the table—waiting for his bites—he was “One in a Million.”—and I thank our Creator–for allowing us to be his family for all those years.

Good-bye–my little man—we will miss you—just know you were loved!

Another Page Turned

Should I or shouldn’t I? That question has been looming over me lately. It all started when a cute little puppy was brought into the library by Bill and Bob.  They had gotten the new puppy from a friend and was she ever adorable. Everyone gathered around and gave her lots of hugs and pats and I got out the dog food and a bowl of water.

Maybe I should stop and explain–our village library is probably like none other, in the sense that is more of a community/youth center when the doors are open. Of course, they are only open 11 hours a week, but that is again another story.

So, this little gal was brought in each week and she was doing great until one night, she appeared in front of the library door wanting in after hours.  So, I picked her up and drove around attempting to find the boys or their parents.  No luck, so I took her home to our rescue.  3 days later, after no phone calls, I took her back to the library with me. We had given the first vaccination, wormed and bathed her. She was beautiful, and when the boys and others came in they were glad to see her.

Thinking I had a prime opportunity to teach about dog care and responsibility, I had a bill all made out showing them what we had done for her and telling them they needed to work off the amount owed.  It didn’t seem to sink in, so off they went home with their puppy. I went home discouraged and wondering why I had failed at teaching them responsibility.

Two weeks later, I received a call and Page (her new name) was wandering the streets again, while the kids were in school. She had appeared at the library and was looking for her safe place. She was attempting to get into cars and people were afraid she would be run over.  This time I waited 4 days with( no one from the family calling) and took her back to the library.  After school, they bailed in happy to see Page.They didn’t ask why I had her, but expected me to hand her over.  I gave them a stern talking to, but of course, they just wanted their puppy back. This time, I took her home with the idea, she would be Page, Library Dog. The boys would have the best of both worlds.  They could see her and love her, and she would be taken care of.  Of course, her name Page, fit right into my new scheme.

So, we tried the library a couple times and she didn’t do all that well. She barked when people came in and sometimes scared them.   She wasn’t happy on a leash—so I took her home and now the boys are wondering, where is their dog, Page? My plan for Page and teaching responsibility has failed.  After much soul searching, I am thinking I should have a good talk with Bill and Bob, and their parents, and put her on our adoption list.  She isn’t like Dewey the library cat.  She is going to be a big dog, that will require training and special attention. More time than I have, right now.

Maybe I should try a bird as our Library mascot next time.