Today is one of those days that you wonder why you got out of bed. Then you remember it’s because the smell of fresh poop interrupted your dream and there’s a dog climbing on your head and licking you that made you get up. It all went downhill from there. So I thought I would take a few days off work to hang out at home and theoretically clean some. I love how I always have these ideas in my head about all the things I will accomplish when I’m at home. Gotta say that the reality is that it really never happens that way and here’s why.
After I’ve been scaled like a mountain, I get up to start letting them out and there’s like three or four piles on poop on the floor already. I put half the herd out and start picking up the poop. I just put some of it in the toilet because here in ghettoland, the toilets don’t work properly so you can’t put too much in them. After throwing a little in there and flushing it, I went out to let the first four back in. I get back to the bedroom to get the rest of the dogs only to realize that the toilet has emptied out but is still flushing. There’s now clear ice cold water flowing all over the bathroom. I couldn’t get it to stop so I finally twisted the handle in the back to cut off the water. I’m throwing all kinds of towels and sheets in there to soak the water up to keep it from going in the bedroom. While I was picking up the towels from the bedroom, I noticed that somebody had peed on our bed so I had to strip that down all the way and start that laundry.
Next up, feeding all the dogs. That gets done pretty quickly and quietly because it’s me feeding them. They act like heathens when the head wiener feeds them. Currently Pebbles is out there barking at him because she can smell the chicken for our dinner and wants him to feed her. What a sassy brat! So I start a load of dishes and a load of laundry. While the laundry’s going, I start sorting through the mail. I was throwing away the junk mail when I realized that the washer had stopped so I headed off to switch out the laundry. A few minutes later I hear noises from the kitchen and realize that I had left the trash bag sitting on the floor. I run out to the kitchen, yep the little darlings are pulling all the trash out. And on and on and on it went all day.
Now it’s raining and they’re all settled down and look like little angels. I’ve done a ton of laundry, still haven’t turned the water back on in that bathroom nor mopped the floor yet. I have three more days off so I better pace myself on all this cleaning. I guess it’s all worthwhile though when I look at all residents here and realize that they could very well have been killed in a shelter or ended up someplace awful if they hadn’t gotten to rescue. So in the long run, it’s all worth it even if I’ll never have the nice clean organized house(or any money). I’m sure these guys all appreciate it even if they don’t act like it at times. After we all have dinner, it will be time for snuggles since they kept me too busy today for any snuggling time. As always, thanks for opting to adopt!
Most of you know my thoughts on puppies. They’re smelly, they tear up things, potty all over and still end up being adult dogs in a short period of time. They are really cute and I would buy puppy breath in a bottle if I could. However I will never understand why some people are so set on getting a puppy rather than considering an older dog that could already be trained, housebroken, past the chewing stage and known to be good with children/dogs/cats. If you are willing to wait, every breed/age/sex/color/age of animal ends up in rescue at some time. Give me a one eyed diabetic senior dog instead of a puppy any day! But we do foster puppies about once a year to remind us how much work they really are. So here are some of our past puppy fosters. All of these puppies, both purebred and mixed breeds were all available for adoption through a rescue group or shelter. Enjoy and remember to opt to adopt.
What a long winter this has been! Even though we didn’t have the snow and cold like we did last year, we got hit with it at the beginning of this month and it seemed like it would never end. I’m pretty sure some of the herd was getting doggy cabin fever so it was great that we had a warm weekend and could take them all out walking. We’ve gained some pups over the last few months and lost one. It seems to go through cycles with the foster dogs. Sometimes there are a bunch needing us and other times it’s just our six.
In the last month, we’ve added three foster dogs and had to send one over the Rainbow Bridge. Skittles and Reggie(names changed for the witness pup-tection program) were taken as neglect cases along with 59 cats. Their coats were literally so greasy that no fleas or ticks could get on them so we did get lucky with that. Even though both were free of parasites, they had horrible teeth and Skittles had a cherry eye that was growing into the surface of her eye. When we took Reggie in for his dental, he had been deteriorating mentally over the previous week. Based on his very poor neurological exam, back pain and poor prognosis we opted to let him go. Skittles is doing great and is truly the perfect dog. She’s had a dental and her cherry eye removed and looks great! She’s a great size(trying to lose a little weight), very quiet, loves to snuggle, play fetch, go for walks. She’s a really cool dog and will be looking for a new home soon-available through Wags Stray Animal Foundation.
Then we went to the dark side and got a Pug foster Her name is Arianna and she has an old spinal injury so her care is similar to Dachshunds that have gone down in their back. She cracks me up every day with that silly face and goofy noises that she makes. It’s a good thing that the Wiener Palace is full or we might have ended up with a Pug living here. She will be adoptable through Every Dog Counts Rescue once her bladder problems are taken care of. She’s a sweet little dog and is doing great. So that’s what we’ve been up to. How have you all survived the winter? We’ve started some walks in Eagle Creek so I’ll leave you with a pic of the herd all out walking. Don’t forget to opt to adopt!
We all hope everyone’s having a great Wiener Wednesday. We’ve had two new additions to the Wiener Palace in the last month. We adopted silly Lily from DRNA as our Christmas present. She’s a sweet little dog but will need to have some mammary tumors removed soon. Then when I was trying to take foster baby P-nut to adoptions, my husband decided she was already home. She’s such a pretty little pup but it’s like having a kid. She has a snotty nose frequently and you have to wipe it. Lucky for all of us, she’s very patient and tolerates it well. We’ve had her for about two years as a foster due to her medical issues and it was time for her to get adopted one way or another. So that makes an even half dozen wieners that call the Wiener Palace their permanent home. I’m sure we’ll have more fosters to share soon. Happy New Year!
It’s been an rough but interesting year here at the Wiener Palace. We lost our Queen early in the year then Blitzen in the fall. We recently added sweet Lily to the herd just in time for Christmas. She’s very silly and I’m sure you’ll be seeing and hearing more about her in the months to come. First up for her is surgery to removed some mammary tumors and we’ll go from there. Merry Christmas from our palace to yours. Remember our motto if you’re thinking of adding a furry friend-Adopt don’t Shop!
The first picture is from Christmas 2013 as is the second one. The next four are from this year. Lily is the reindeer hanging out on Santa’s lap and our Queen rounds out the pictures with a goodbye with a picture taken last year as we were leaving the retirement village.
Sorry to have been MIA with posts lately. I’ve started and added to this post so many times over the last month but every time I end up stopping. It’s just been too difficult to relive the whole thing especially with Fiona’s health problems. I finally just had to force myself to sit and type and let the emotions run over. It’s a good thing this isn’t on paper or it would be soggy from tears.
Sadly, the Wiener Palace has lost another member of its court. Our sweet beautiful Blitzen crossed the Rainbow Bridge on Monday August 11. Blitzen was originally adopted from Wags Strays to keep Officer Chase company. Little did we know that Officer Chase was a lady’s man but didn’t want a male buddy. Poor Blitzen was always blamed by Chase if anything happened to him. It didn’t matter if one of us accidentally tripped over him or if one of the other dogs ran into him, everything was Blitzen’s fault. Even though they didn’t end up being buddies, he found a BFF in a little female we adopted the next year, Cocoa Puff. They truly loved each other and would snuggle up together and even took baths together.
Blitzen had many heart problems, most likely due to lack of medical care. He was found wandering on a horse farm and was still intact with a mouth full of nasty teeth. Not too long after we adopted him, I felt like something was wrong with him. After several tests, we found out that he had heart problems. He did really well on minimal meds until a few years ago. Then he was really sick one New Year’s Eve morning and we rushed him to the emergency vet. They said that he was in congestive heart failure and he started on several different heart meds. He was still doing really well until a few weeks before he died. He was at the vet all day with two of his siblings and was being checked out for his coughing. Just about an hour after he got home, he had a seizure. We again rushed to the emergency vet and amazingly enough it was the same vet that had diagnosed his CHF years ago. He was so surprised to see him still alive and doing well. Blitzen seemed off after that but was pretty much back to normal until that early Monday morning. I woke up to his very noisy breathing. I took him out and got him a drink of water which usually helped but not this time. I told hubby I was taking him to the emergency vet because I was afraid he would have another seizure because breathing seemed to be such an effort for him.
The vet was a different one so while he was not familiar with Blitzen’s history, we had enough paperwork to give him an idea of his heart problems. He determined that his congestive heart failure was worsening but they were able to get him calmed down and resting. Unfortunately, he took a turn for the worse later that morning. The emergency vet is only open until 8 AM so I went to pick him up and take him to his regular vet but his poor old heart gave out on the way down there. Both vets believe that his chordae tendineae ruptured. I think his heart was just so big and so full of love and joy for everyone that he met, that it just couldn’t contain itself any more.
Blitzen is the only dog that I’ve ever seen that truly was emotional. When he was sad, he would cry real tears and when he was happy, he would smile. He was the sweetest, most loving dog ever and I miss him terribly. The only consolation is knowing he’s back with his BFF Cocoa Puff who died almost exactly four years before him. Blitzen is gone but he left behind a legacy that I didn’t realize until I contacted the rescue that we adopted him from to let them know that he had passed. We adopted him late one year and about six months later, they called and asked if we could foster a Dachshund for them that was at the shelter and going to be euthanized. We agreed and have fostered for them now for over seven years and countless dogs. If we hadn’t adopted Blitzen, those dogs may not have been saved. And that’s the legacy that my sweet smiling boy has left behind. I see him when I look at our current foster dog P-nut and know that he saved her life. Run free my little Prince. I love you so much and will see you at the Rainbow Bridge with Cocoa Puff.
Well we had some excitement at the Wiener Palace last night. You can now add seizures to the other tons of illnesses that we have/are dealing with. Blitzen was at the vet all day getting some more testing done since he was recently diagnosed with kidney problems. He was there with Officer Chase(getting rehab) and psycho Sweet Tart who was getting her yearly. About two hours after getting home, Blitzen had a seizure. I called my vet and although we didn’t anticipate it being anything life threatening, I knew I would feel better if someone else looked at him so off to the emergency vet. I think that was the quickest and cheapest we’ve ever been out of there. I didn’t get much sleep as he was very restless all night so I worked from home today and here’s what the wiener herd did. Guess I could have gone to work after all. As always, thanks for opting to adopt.
Our “baby” at the Wiener Palace turns eight today. For some dogs, that might seem old but she is the youngest of our herd. She ended up here in a roundabout way. We were adopting Cocoa Puff from a rescue in Evansville and they were contacted by Sweet Tart’s owner who wanted to surrender her. Since she was in Indianapolis like we were, they convinced her to surrender Sweetie to the rescue in Indy. Her owner had purchased her from a puppy mill and has her shipped to her to use for breeding. When she got her, the owner decided that she didn’t have a good personality so she didn’t want to breed her. She said that she wouldn’t come out of her crate and screamed when the other dogs got near.
She contacted the original owner who shipped her a replacement dog but didn’t want Sweetie back(at that time). The owner’s plan was to breed Dachshunds to pay her way through vet tech school. I’m going to go with that being an epic fail of a plan! Jerry picked her up on a very cool snowy January afternoon as I was returning from a business trip. She was surrendered in a crate with nothing else-no food, collar or even bedding. On the ride home, she pooped in the crate and we had to get a towel from a friend’s house to keep her from rolling around in the nasty crate. When we got home, I had to tip the crate to get her out. Inside that crate was the nastiest, skinniest little dog. She had sores all the way up her spine and tail, was urine scalded on her hind end and had very little hair. It’s hard to tell from these pictures but she looked awful. When I took her to the vet the next morning, some ladies were whispering about how awful she looked and how could I let my dog look like that. I couldn’t take it and ended up telling them off. She was a pathetic, sickly mess. She had giardia, all sorts of internal parasites and a staph skin infection. The poor thing was sickly for so long and my husband grew attached to her. After a few months, she got hemorrhagic gastroenteritis and was really one sick puppy. We had to do fluids on her at home and try to keep her strong so she didn’t have to be hospitalized. I think it was during this time that my husband decided he couldn’t let her go. Here she is laying under the heating pad to maintain her temperature. In the meantime, I had contacted the vet clinic that had vaccinated her before she came into rescue. The original owner had bought her for breeding and was told that she was a free whelper but she had a scar on her abdomen. I was trying to find out if she had been spayed or not. When they found out who I was calling about, they were no longer willing to talk to me. I emailed the breeder asking her about Sweetie but she flew into a rage and demanded that she be returned to her. She went so far as to threaten the original owner and demand Sweet Tart and the replacement dog(who had tiny puppies)be returned. The owner returned the replacement dog but Sweetie went into the witness Puptection program. There was no way that I was going to return a dog to someone who allowed it to be so sick and then to ship it out of state in that condition. Luckily the breeder gave up on Sweetie when she got the other dogs back. For hubby’s birthday that year, he got a bouncing 8 pound chocolate baby dog. She’s a good dog but even though she was only in the mill under two years, she’s not right in the head. Everything’s scary to her. She has bloody diarrhea if she gets too stressed out. She is apparently a carrier of Giardia and it becomes active again every so often. She finally lets people pet her at our Dachshund Meetup groups but last time all she would do is sit in the corner. I finally realized it was because we changed her routine and she had ridden with a different dog in her crate on the way there. Happy Birthday Sweet Tart or cuckoo bean nut job as she’s affectionately known. I can’t believe our baby is all grown up. As always, thanks for opting to adopt and save dogs the trauma that Sweetie went through.