Sunday, March 29, 2015

Rita's first partey

Socializing rescued dogs that were so sick is not an easy task.

Rita, my Irish terrier mix just gave us a not-so-wonderful night last night as we entertained, endless barking and nipping at the guests and when she was finally "taken up to her room for a time out", the crying and yelling in sure made the night for the next door neighbors.

She has been going out for walks for about the weeks now, I'm not Cesar Millan  that's for sure, but she has made -some- progress...  Trouble is to find house guests that are willing to become experiments and withstand the barking.

I believe that the biggest issue is her nearsightedness... And the fact that she was abused and abandoned... In sure she'll come around but I do not know how long it will take...  :). After all, terriers are the dogs works badgers...

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Nico's arrival


This is Nico.

A month after my beautiful Alana passed away due to cancer (what a terrible disease!) I walked into the same rescue center where I found Alana merely 8 years before.  I heard a small meow sound and my mother and me saw what it seemed to be a rat shivering with cold and screaming out the top of his lungs!

Mom asked: "is it a cat?" ready to turn around and walk away; my sister is asthmatic so a cat is really not a choice...  I opened a rusty barren cage located in a drafty spot and told her: "its a puppy with the umbilical cord still attached"; she reached out and cradled it, the pup started shivering and his meowing softened...

She looked at me, put the pup inside her blouse to keep him warm and turned around saying: "come on let's go... NOW!" I walked behind her with Rita... another rescue she (and I) could not leave behind, and reached the cashier for the "recovery fee"... I paid $50.00 for both of them plus $120.00 for a replacement milk formula for Nico.

The formula did not have a bottle with it, so I had to buy a bottle...  ($25.00 for a bottle that is meant for a doll... aka never worked!) fortunately I had Alana's bottle (she came into my life when she was one month old {you can read her story here}) so the journey with Nico began....