Bye, Bye, Babes

Babes 140822One of our current foster dogs has gone out to seek her fortunes in the world.

Babes, a 48 pound cattle dog has been staying with us for treatment of heart worms, but she is fully recovered and healthy once again. Babes is bright, energetic and playful. But she also likes to curl up and be petted. She craves attention! When we would approach her pen she’d leap so high into the air that thought she must have wings! She had some jealousy issues when she first arrived, but we worked on that and she and her foster brother Smokey became the best of friends, so eager to play together that they were working on a tunnel under the wall that separated them.

This little gal loved playing Tug-O-Rope. But it was never about getting the rope away from us, for as soon as she’d “win” she’d prance around a little, but then run right back to say, “Again, again, lets play again.”

Babes was sent on a Rolling Rescue run from the Dr. Carol Hood Memorial Animal Shelter, who had fostered her out to us, to 11th Hour Animal Rescue in Rockaway New Jersey so she could participate in their largest adoption even of the year. Babes is so filled with personality, I’m sure she will be adopted quickly. She’d be a terrible apartment dog, but for anyone with a yard where she could run (and leap) and play, she’d be a perfect pet. She showed no tendency toward destructive (chewing) behavior. In fact she is one of the best we’ve hosted in that regard. She did like to bite on her ropey toy, but not in a way that tore it up, just mouthing it. Ropey toy’s don’t last long with most of these dogs, but Babes’ toy is still in great shape.

Below is a little video farewell to our Babesy girl.

Blondie Bear

Blondie Bear looking fit.Blondie Bear was the second foster dog we adopted. Cochise was our first. He was our first foster dog and our first “foster failure” (meaning we could not give him up). Blondie was our fifth foster dog and second foster failure. But this time, it wasn’t entirely our fault: Cochise talked us into it. Cochise just loved Blondie and wanted very much for us to keep her.

Cochise is a mentor in our foster dog program; he helps us teach the fosters civilized behavior. He was involved with all three dogs between them, and he was quite fond of Curry, but his attachment to Blondie was evident to all. Maybe he knew what a rough road she had traveled.

Blondie had been taken in by Newport Animal Control. She had been found chained in the back of someone’s yard. She was so severely neglected that they thought at first she was mentally damaged: she seemed autistic. She took little notice of anyone or anything. At the shelter they began working with her. Proper diet and clean water helped her physically, but she still tended to sit just staring at a wall. Then she tested positive for heart worms and they asked if we’d take her on for treatment.

It took very little time after arriving here — and being under Cochise’s guidance — for her to blossom into a personality filled and very well behaved dog. She was very quiet. She’d watch intently when Cochise found something to bark at but she did not bark. It was close to a year before she started speaking up in this way. But she did have her own way of expressing herself. When she was particularly happy — when we would return after being away, sometimes at meal times (especially yummy smelling meals) and when Cochise returned from the animal hospital after being snake bit, she expresses happiness this way:

Dogs and Weather

The Dogtor is in

After seeing Marie off to work I left Blondie Bear and Cochise on guard at the house while I went to spend some time with Babes and Smokey, our foster dogs. After that I went to do the daily gardening chores. There wasn’t much of that to do and it didn’t take long. When I was done with that I considered getting back to work on our deck/boardwalk project. This is a large project I’ve been working on for months, but had to interrupt to build a couple of items that were ordered.

It was a nice cool morning. I scanned the skies: partly cloudy, they were fluffy and white, not gray and ominous, and there was enough blue showing through to be encouraging. It should be a good day to work outside; at least for a while.

Bweather dogut Blondie and Cochise both were insistent that it was going to rain and they wanted to go inside NOW. The weatherguessers said rain was possible later in the day: I should have at least 5 hours to work before that. But they are often wrong, the dogs are generally right. The workshop is a good 200 feet away from where I would be working. Do I dare drag tools and lumber over from the shop to work out in the open? MMMmmmmm … I don’t think so.