Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Scary Smart: Crimson Tide

Crimson Tide day of arrival - he's moving, my camera is shaky

Crimson Tide is scary smart. Either he reads me exceptionally well or someone spent quality time training him. He is processing through heartworm treatment: it is split, with his two day stint yet to happen because he's so heavily infested. And yet, he scoots outside and resents but succumbs to his crate rest when I put him there - more hours than not in a day.

Yesterday, he finally came in. The clean crate "belonged" to Minnie, who is only in it for meals - objecting the entire time. So, there went Crimson. He was still wound up and nosing the bottom of the door.

I looked at him, saying "Leave IT." He looked back. I then signaled a down with hand and voice. He promptly and correctly downed. I am still speechless.

After he completes his heartworm treatment, he is very adoptable and needs his a home with other dogs. He's not yet on Petfinder nor Adopt-A-Pet due to his treatment.

Just exactly from where did this dog come? I don't think Planet Earth....

Crimson will IGNORE dog food in car






Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Wordless Wednesday: More Banned Dogs

To the left on the pad in front of the door, black splotch is foster Dachshund, Angel; Mami JRT mix made my English needlepoint rug into a dog pillow.  




Tuesday, September 10, 2013

A Coonhound's Tales: Tuesday's Tails!

Please check out Sonny, featured below. He is a gorgeous hound needing a new home. His owner is terminally ill and can no longer care for his boy. Reposted  - thank you, Prudence!

A Coonhound's Tales: Tuesday's Tails!: Hi Buddies! The Tuesday's Tails Blog hop features shelter pets, all waiting for their forever homes. Please consider featuring a cat,...

Monday, September 9, 2013

Monday Mischief - No Dogs Allowed!

As some of you know, we're painting the Front Room to make it more comfortable and bright for adopters and wannabe adopters. We are almost done but needed some paint touch-up here and there.

Therefore, dogs are BANNED from the Front Room, as you can see:

Shiloh off painted floor, yet at ease.

Shiloh on my new futon before I got it covered. 

And I'm just as bad - I lift up wee Luna to sit on my lap while I tap on the computer.






Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Feeding Time

I realize this morning, after working a very long, intense shift last night, my dogs don't care about my feeding them. These are Beagles and Coonhounds, the sharks of the dog world. They don't scent blood (well, maybe), but they sure scent food.


Food? Did I hear you think "Food?"

I left most outside after getting home so I could sleep some without a living blanket on my lap and head. Angel's favorite spot is my head and/or shoulder. It's a beautiful day, a lovely break in the heat wave here in the Midwest of the USA. So, outside, I said - and they stayed outside.


Lady Bird - finally in a home but with cancer

Except Crimson Tide. He is a clever boy. When I didn't respond to his trying to tear apart my back door, he leaped lithely over my porch (yes, another jumper) and attacked my front door. No dog, and barely myself, is allowed in the front room for a week. We painted the wood floor. It needs to deeply dry.


Panoramic view of the Front Room - all freshly painted with red wall to right. 

Of course, I let Crimson in...then saw he'd been in the water as he tracked dog prints across the floor. Oh, dear, I'll need to clean them up before Cheryl comes again (she is the painter and pitch - as in so, you don't need it anymore? pitch it! - friend/volunteer).


Lenny - Cheryl's failed foster dog :)

Both inside and outside the house, no one is clamoring to eat or even to get in; well, except Minnie the Un-hound aka Chow. Minnie likes her routine, which has been off kilter going on two weeks and will continue to be so for at least another week. But, for most, the Mom is home, all is well, and we will wait.....


Guarding the home, food, and hopefully, books

How in the world do we humans deserve such regard from another species? God only knows - and I mean that literally. These dogs will wait hours beyond a normal feeding time depending on my schedule. While there is a frenzy when I start to set up the food bowls, for the most part, they settle, all 19, waiting for a treat to reward their sits and for their meal...no matter what time it may be.