So, I got nudged to update this place. I have to tell y’all… I’m in the midst of updating and rebranding my business website and my business itself, and according to my marketing coach I HAVE to keep up with my business blog, http://peacefulpawsfordogs.blogspot.com/, my business twitter, altpet, and my business facebook pages, http://www.facebook.com/peacefulpaws. Whew. That’s alot of being sociable and I’m not sure I’m up to adding this blog to the mix. But I’ll try.
Other than business growing, I don’t remember if I mentioned I’m now the national Great Dane Examiner, in addition to the Alternative Pet Health, which is also national now instead of just local to Denver. I’m excited about the writing, but it also means I have no brain cells left for recreational writing. Boooo!
Valentine found her forever home and we drove her to Omaha about a month ago to live with her new family. We get regular updates from them and she’s settling right in, which is what I love to hear. The best part is, she was surrendered because she nipped at a child (who was riding her like a horse) and the family who took a chance on her has two small girls who adore her and she loves them. YAY for second chances.
We took a two week break from fostering to give Vala and Dag a chance to catch their breath and last week Jen, the incoming coord. for the rescue, and I drove to Goddard, KS to pick up Mr. Snowflake. We are really looking for a new name for him. He is so not a Snowflake. :) He is deaf, however, and the sweetest, smartest dog in the universe, I think. Don’t tell my dogs I said that. Needless to say, I must share his story.
Joel calls him a three time loser, but not in a bad way. Just in the way that if things had been slightly different, he would have been gone three times over. First, the woman who had him found him on the side of the road. Obviously dumped out due to his deafness, laying there like he’d been hit or something. But when she got out and got to him, he jumped up startled. She took him to the shelter, like a good samaritan, but when they told her if no one claimed him in 72 hours they would have to euthanize him, she took him home. Now, mind you, she is a very nice, compassionate woman and her and her husband have adopted many children who needed a home, but they had no idea what to do with a dog, never having had one and being rather clueless in that respect. Thus, Snowflake spent the next 2 1/2 years outside in a kennel or chained up.
She finally realized he deserved better and called another rescue from the Denver area who sent volunteers out TWICE to evaluate him. Well, being NOT socialized and on a chain in his territory, Snowflake put up quite a show of being vicious and protective. They said they couldn’t get near him and recommended euthinasia, as well. Strike two. Luckily, they weren’t organized enough to actually get this message to the owner, who continued looking for a place better suited for him and calling us.
After more than a month of communicating about him back and forth, it was decided that we would take him and since they were totally unable to bring him to us, we had to go get him. Truly, we had no idea what to expect because surrendering owners sometimes don’t know what to tell you. For instance, they had no idea he was deaf…never occurred to them until we asked. So, we asked them to have him outside so we could already be in the house when he came in, thus helping our cause as people who belong there and not intruders on his territory. That didn’t work out as planned, as Snowflake was waiting for us in the living room when Jen and I walked in, marking us instantly as the enemy, especially Jen who was first. He even got a little nip in on her tummy. :) Luckily, it all turned out okay but not before we spent about a half hour feeding him bits of hot dog on the floor, then another half hour walking outside with his owner, who eventually turned the leash over to me and all of a sudden I was okay. After a bit, I handed it to Jen and by the end of the walk around the lake, we were both just fine in his eyes.
At this point, we’d sent the owner back to the house so Snowflake wouldn’t be distracted and he calmed down considerably. We figured we should go while the going was good, so Jen went back to get the car and drive it down to where I was with Snowflake and we loaded him in without even a goodbye to his family. They totally understood, though, and were just very grateful and happy we could take him and provide what he needed.
I could continue this saga with our night in the motel with him, trying to sleep on the WORST beds in the world and him pacing half the night, but you get the picture. The drive home was uneventful and we got him all vetted the next morning before bringing him home for us to foster.
He’s been here a week now and already knows so much. It’s so amazing to watch the world open up for him in a way I’m sure he never knew was possible. He’s like a puppy growing a month each day.
That spot on his face is the only non-white part of him!
Hope this catches everyone up enough and I’ll try to be better about updating. But no promises. :) Ciao!