Several years ago a friend of mine contacted me on a Sunday afternoon. She had been volunteering at our local shelter and someone had brought in a Dachshund. She was grossly overweight, matted, stunk of urine and her mouth had the stench of death. Of course I went and picked her up the next day and she became a foster. Given that she was twelve when her owners surrendered her, we didn’t have much hope for her being adopted. I took her to an adoption event and some ladies were there with Doberman rescue. I had no idea that the one was smitten until we received the adoption application later in the week. She just loved that little Doxie Moxie as she walked in the door and it was love at first sight. Sasha was adopted, re-named Snorkels and moved to Texas after a few years to chase the Long Horns. She ended up having all her teeth pulled but her four canines but she was a raw feeder. That little dog was so full of spunk and really enjoyed being a Texan. Sadly, her legs were giving out on her and her quality of life declined so she was helped over the Rainbow Bridge last week. She was an awesome pup and even though she was probably 16-17 when she passed, I cried like a baby. Run free Snorkels, I know you’re up there bossing everybody around. Love you sweetie and we’ll never miss you. You were our first real “senior” dog and that’s kind of become our preferred dog to foster. The Wiener Palace misses you and does your Texas family and friends.
Last week was time for our monthly visit to the retirement village. The residents there are so sweet and get such a kick out of visiting with all the therapy dogs. Pebbles, our resident clown wiener, decided to have a ride on one of the lady’s scooters last month. This time the two of them took it to a new level. Yes, that’s silly Pebbles riding in the basket of the woman’s scooter as she rides up and down the halls. She will do anything for a laugh! As always, thanks for opting to adopt!
Nothing like a puppy to brighten up this dreary winter. Of course we never do things in a small way around here so now there are three foster puppies hanging out at the Wiener Palace. They have puppy colds, most likely from being young puppies that ended up in a shelter. They are hanging out Continue reading →
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So the cold weather and snow continues and still the garage door is not properly fixed. Hubby has been “working on it” at least a month now. I guess he doesn’t realize how annoying it is to not be able to get the door to open and close properly especially if you’ve got dogs with you. Our therapy dogs are starting a new volunteer job as bereavement/comfort dogs for a local cemetery and we needed to go to orientation. First I can’t get the garage door to open then once it gets open, I can’t get it to shut. I put the dogs in the car while it’s warming up and go stand by the door. According to the hubby, if you stand there and use your garage door opener(defeats the purpose of having one if you have to get out of the car)and “help” it close, then it will stay closed. No, not the way it worked for me at all. I swear it took me about five minutes to finally get it to shut most of the way, enough that I could leave. I try to open the car door, I guess one of the dogs had stepped on the door and locked it. Now I have to fight the garage door to go back inside to get the spare keys. Then it’s another five minutes of door wrangling before I can finally get in the car to leave. I looked down as I’m getting in the car and lo and behold, Pebbles the wonder brat had pooped in my seat. At this point, no way am I trying to open the garage door again. I grabbed the poop with some napkins and threw the whole thing into the snow. We finally made it to our orientation without missing too much. I’m really excited, I think it will be a real comfort to those who are mourning(assuming Pebbles doesn’t poop on them).
After going back home and fighting the garage door again, it was time to take foster baby Coco to the vet for a re-check. After a year and a half she had a family waiting to adopt her but the weather wasn’t cooperating and she burst an anal gland last week. I go through all the garage door drama and Coco is doing well, just needs to continue her antibiotics and re-check again in a week. We head back home stopping of course at the pet store so she can get some new squeaky toys and treats to take with her. We get home and I am fighting to get that darn garage door open. I finally manage to get it open half way so we can get inside. But at this point I can’t go anywhere and leave the door half open so I’m stuck at home. I text the hubby to tell him the door is stuck halfway and his brilliant one word response is “duck”. Maybe not the best response when you’re already in the dog house for not getting the garage door fixed. When he gets home, he then spends even more time trying to research the problem online. I’m over it and I’m calling a repair guy first thing on Monday.
Coco’s new family isn’t worried about the re-check, they’re just anxious to get her so we planned on taking her down on Sunday. As we’re packing her bags on Saturday night, hubby gets really sad and upset. Then he tells me that he really didn’t want to adopt her out and he’s sad about it. Well, it’s a little too late now. There is a family and small children expecting her to show up the next day. I tell him we can compromise and he can keep P-nut if he wants since she’s so stinking cute and has been with us for so long. While I do feel sorry for him, he really needed to speak up especially since I asked him about a million times if he was ok with her getting adopted. After more discussion it turns out that he’s still really sad about losing Tatianna and now he feels like he’s losing another dog that’s been with us for a long time.
Luckily the weather held out and we were able to drive down there on Sunday. They live in a beautiful area with woods and a small creek. Definitely a scent hound’s idea of paradise. We had taken Fiona with us so we let the dogs out to potty before going in. Coco wanted to track bunnies but finally peed and we went inside. Everything was going great, she was wandering around meeting everyone and checking out the rooms. She came back to the family room where we were and hubby says “she has to poop”. Now why he didn’t just pick her and put her outside, I’ll never know. I ask him why he thinks she has to poop and he points and says that it was already coming out. I pick her up and she proceeds to poop down my leg and onto their carpet. I guess that’s a great test of how people will act to accidents. No biggie, they both cleaned it up along with the surprise she left in the other room. I took her outside to finish up and get it all out of her system. Silly dog, I guess maybe all the excitement got to her. Her meet and greet went great and she’s with her new family. They had gone to the store the night before and bought her a doggie bed and a bunch of squeaky toys(her idea of Heaven). How amazing that a family, especially one with young children, would be willing to adopt an 18 year old knowing they are going to have to have that hard talk with their children sooner rather than later. This isn’t the first time that we’ve adopted a senior out to a family with kids but I still think it’s amazing. They are teaching their children compassion for all living beings no matter how old they are. Here’s a pic of Coco with her new family. This is why we do what we do even thought sometimes it’s tough. I hope this week will bring less poop my way. Thanks for opting to adopt!
Happy Wordless Wiener Wednesday everyone. I’ve got some outstanding news to announce. Our almost 18 year old foster is going to be adopted as soon as the weather lets up! We took in Coco and her brother Sammy in the summer of 2012. They were owner surrendered with a request for euthanasia due to age and illness. Lucky for them, the staff realized that being elderly is not a crime that should be punishable by death. So we pulled them for Wags Strays and off they went. They were supposedly 16 at their time of surrender and we honestly thought they would end up their lives at the wiener palace. Sadly Sammy was an insulin dependent diabetic which we didn’t realize until his blood work came back. By then he was in diabetic ketoacidosis compounded by pneumonia and sadly we had to let him go after only a week.
Coco has been here living the high life as part of our “Royal trio”. I really couldn’t believe it when I got an email stating that she had a family seriously interested in her. We’ve talked by phone and e-mail very frequently and I think it will be wonderful for Coco to have her own kids and a dog friend to hang out with. She’ll get more individual attention, daily walks and all the squeaky toys she can handle. I’m not sure who’s more excited-them or me. Although she was more than welcome to live out her life here, I think this is an amazing opportunity for her and for their family. They’ve explained to the children about her age and that she may not have much time with them but they’re determined to make it quality time. I hope the weather holds out and we can get her to her forever home this weekend. Good luck Coco, you’ve been an awesome foster and we love you!!!!
Well the weather has been a tiny bit better this weekend but we did go from sub zero temps to rain to snow again all in a few days. This week was our first week back doing our pet therapy visits since we lost Tatianna. On Tuesday, it was time for our monthly visit to the retirement village. I love going there but I was really worried about how the residents would react to our loss. Tati had a very special friend there that always grabbed her as soon as we walked in. I was afraid that if started asking for her as we walked in, that I would start blubbering. I asked the Activities Coordinator to tell her and the others before we got there. They knew she was living on borrowed time and I had told them back in October that her time was limited but I wanted them to know before we just showed up without her. Let me back it up a few days, we were supposed to start back with our middle school reading program the previous Thursday. I had told the dogs we were “going to school” before I left for work that morning. When I got home to pick them up, I had to open the garage door manually since it wasn’t working right. Silly me, I turned the handle to get more leverage but all that did was lock the door. I go in and out through the garage all the time so I don’t even carry any house or garage keys. I had to call my hubby to come home and let me in. Since that took so long, we couldn’t go to the school that night. Pebbles, the original wiener, was so mad. She kept pushing her nose into my leg all night then barking at me. So sorry wiener, it just wasn’t going to happen.
When I got home last Tuesday, I told the dogs we were “going to work”. Pebbles went crazy and was bouncing all around. I went out and started my car since it was actually below zero outside and let it run for a while. I went out the front door(garage door still wasn’t working right) and went to put them in the car. Of course my back up key set fob had a dead battery. I was trying to balance the dogs in the freezing cold while unlocking the door. I finally got it done and headed back inside to lock up and get my purse but the front door wouldn’t open. Thankfully I had unlocked the door to the garage earlier so I had to go over there and fight with the garage door to get back in the house. Finally we were on our way and it only takes about five minutes to get there so the dogs weren’t buckled into their car seat. There was no place close to park so I pulled into a spot, opened my door and out ran Pebbles with no coat, collar or leash on. Naked wiener on the loose in the parking lot! I went running after her after locking the others in the car. Granted she was headed straight for the front door but you just don’t take off running through a parking lot. Grabbed her and went back to the car to get loaded up. When we got inside, she continued her naughty ways of not listening and trying to sneak out the door(she did succeed once). Don’t believe this sweet and innocent picture-that’s far from the truth.
On to Wednesday. Our 18 year old foster has a family that is very interested in adopting her so we’ve been working to get their application completed and arrange a time for us to go down there. We were hoping to take her down there this weekend but on Wednesday evening she started licking at her hind end. I didn’t see anything wrong with it other than it was a little red from all the licking. The next morning she seemed better so I wasn’t too worried about it. When I got home, it was time to try getting to the middle school to help the kids with their reading. I had planned to stop at a rep’s house on the way and do some more work then go over to the school. I loaded up the dogs and off we went. When I got to the stoplight by the school, Pebbles started whining because she recognized the area. Instead I turned and went to my friend’s house. I know she was mad because as soon as we walked in, she stopped and squeezed out a spot of pee right in the middle of her carpet. My friend’s a pet lover and has a dog and a cat so it wasn’t a big deal to her. I knew that it was Pebbles way of giving me the middle finger for not taking her to school. When we got to school. she was actually very well behaved but I wasn’t taking any chances so I stayed with her reading group and sent Fiona off with some other girls. That night Coco was back to licking herself and I looked at it again. Great, she’s ruptured an anal gland. Off to the vet bright and early on Friday morning to have it confirmed. She’s now on three meds and gets a re-check in a week. Her adoption has been pushed back yet again. Between the weather and her health I think it’s going to be Spring before she ever makes it down there.
That’s a pretty typical week in the life around here. That doesn’t even begin to touch on the goofy husband and the things he does or my work. Hope you’re having a Super Sunday. We’re gearing up for another snow storm in a few days. Officer Chase will head back to the vet on Tuesday for more rehab(if the weather cooperates) and hopefully Coco will get to her new family. Thanks for opting to adopt!
This weather is for the birds-certainly not for the Dachshunds. Between the cold and the snow, it’s been difficult to get the shorties out to even potty. Here’s how Princess Fiona spent the day. I hope she didn’t pull a muscle with all those position changes. And the last picture is Blitzen who decided to climb in the toy bin. Stay warm out there!