Today is orientation day, the first day of the 33rd rotation of Second Chance Pups. The program pairs inmates at the Nebraska State Penitentiary with unwanted dogs in need of training. On this day, about twenty people and eight dogs are crowded together in a back room of the penitentiary’s recycling building….
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A furkid will always be with you in your heart. Mom believed that Peg would want mom to rescue a homeless furkid the love and home that she left behind.
In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear. – James Thurber
In July of 2004, my brother James held Dutch, his German Shorthaired Pointer, for the first time. On November 20, 2014, James held Dutch for the last time. After ten incredible years Dutch succumbed to the ravaging effects of hemangiosarcoma, a deadly and unfortunately common cancer in dogs.
Ten years, that’s the deal. The lucky get more time, far too many get less. But we all must inevitably face the end. That end – the only end – is heartbreak. When Dutch died I held James and we cried. I wasted no breath on neat and impotent words. James…
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Mom, these recipes look simple and yummy. Do you get the hint? Because I’ve been a good boy. Radcliff 🙂
I tried 3 simple variations on this recipe to make 3 versions of treats for the dogs.
Cinnamon Buttermilk Bones
4 C whole wheat flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
2 C buttermilk
1/4 C honey
2 tsp vanilla
6 Tbsp unsalted butter
Melt the butter, set aside. Mix together the dry ingredients, add the wet ingredients, mix lightly then drizzle in melter butter and mix thoroughly to form a dough. Roll out on a floured surface. Cut into desired shapes. Bake on a greased cookie sheet at 350 degrees F for 25 minutes.
Gingerbread Buttermilk Bones
4 C whole wheat flour
1 Tbsp ginger
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
2 C buttermilk
1/4 C honey
1/2 C blackstrap molasses
Mix together the dry ingredients. Stir the wet ingredients to mix and combine with the dry ingredients. Mix thoroughly to form a dough…
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This post is written by my mom.
Sandy was my heart dog. I had her 12 years before we lost her to cancer. She was the dog that would sit on my lap while I watched TV. She followed me everywhere. She slept with my husband on the floor. She was the dog that loved her people.
When we lost Sandy, I would look at photos for hours on petfinder.com every night. I adopted Sandy from a Humane Society and I wanted to save another dog. My husband said I was obsessed. I was grieving.
I thought another border collie mix would be a good playmate for Radcliff. I contacted a border collie rescue. They wouldn’t adopt a female dog to us because we had Peg, a female shepherd. Peg was 14 years old and very independent.
I had been looking for almost three months when I came across a photo of a German Shepherd mix pup that touched my heart. I submitted an application. We were third on a waiting list.
Almost a month passed. We received an email that the other two applications didn’t work out. Were we still interested? A lady found Ina and her sister. Two puppies were too much work so she asked for help. Ina’s sister was adopted quickly. A foster family kept her outside in the back yard. She was very shy and timid around men. As I write this, I realized that was the exact description on the Humane Society form about Sandy.
Ina was almost three months old with big brown eyes. As I showed my husband her photo, I told him that she might be afraid of him or very shy. He’s a pushover for puppies. Or maybe he was tired of me looking at dogs on the internet every night.
We took Radcliff with us to meet her. He knew something was going on because the kennel was in the back of the SUV. After driving almost two hours, I said “I didn’t realize it was this far away. We don’t have to adopt her. We can go home.” My husband said “We’ve come this far, let’s just meet her.” We drove almost three hours, (one way) to meet her.
We met at the local vet’s office because the small town did not have an animal shelter. When we pulled up, Ina and Allison were sitting on the grass outside the office. We left Radcliff in the car. When we approached them, to our surprise, Ina ran to my husband. When we got Radcliff out of the car, it was obvious that she adored him. But that’s normal, Radcliff has that effect on everyone.
We spent some time with her. I was tired from the drive and emotionally drained. I could not make a decision. I asked my husband what he thought. He said “we didn’t drive all this way to turn around and leave her.” I’m pretty sure he didn’t want to drive back to get her the next weekend after I made up my mind.
So I completed her adoption paperwork on a late Sunday afternoon in a small Kansas vet clinic. We loaded her up in the kennel in the back of the SUV. She slept the entire three hours on our journey home.
When we got home, it was as if she knew we were her forever family. We cannot imagine our lives without her. My husband commented about how much she was like Sandy. It’s as if Sandy is still with us.
Although this information, which I posted on Facebook yesterday, is directed at dog owners in Sikeston, MO where authorities are rounding up dogs based on body shape, it could potentially apply to any pet owner, anywhere, anytime.
Dog owners in Sikeston, MO – keep your doors locked. Do not answer the door if AC knocks. Do not give them permission to come into your home. If they do not have your permission, they have to get a search warrant. Make them get one. This is a travesty.
Lisa from Hospets shared info from this link that has been widely circulated on the net and tells pet owners exactly what to do and what not to do when AC knocks on your door – whether you live in a BSL area or not. It’s good to review this document periodically to remind yourself of your rights and how to best…
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Cutest video of 5 month old Old English Sheepdog. Her mom wanted people to now that deaf dogs can live happy lives. Can you tell that Blu is deaf?
Check out Rumpydog’s video. Ina loved it, she was tilting her head from side-to-side intently watching it. Enjoy!
I get to leave the shelter. The lady who I will soon call my mom, puts me in a little crate and takes me to a place where they put a collar on me. I want to run around and play with the dogs and cat.
My new home has a german shepherd mix named Peg and a collie mix named Sandy. They are pretty old and they are not sure what to think about me. I’m not messing with Peg, she won’t tolerate it. I like playing with Sandy, even though she just wants to relax.
There’s a huge yard for me to run around and lots of sticks. There were fireworks and a lot of people rubbing my stomach and cuddling with me. I’m a lucky dog.
Mom’s note: Radcliff was 3 months old and a 15 pound energetic ball of fur. A friend who had a 20 pound cat, let me borrow a crate to pick him up. He didn’t like the crate.
The first thing I did was take him to the store to get a collar and sign him up for obedience classes. I didn’t know if I could get him back in the crate. I’m pretty sure that the person at the store thought I was crazy. I was concerned about training him because of the shelter staff comments about how long it would take to train him because he was deaf. Puppies are cute, but they are also a lot of work.
Peg was 14 years old and Sandy was 13 years old. I think they were in shock. This hyper little dog was creating a ruckus. It was the weekend of July 4th that I brought him home. We had a party so our friends could meet the newest addition to our family. They loved him and couldn’t believe that he was deaf.
The holiday that scares most dogs, did not bother Radcliff. He was loving all the attention. I have read that one out of two dogs are euthanized at the shelter. He was a lucky dog.