Posts Tagged ‘rescue’

Saying Goodbye to My Mom

December 30, 2014

Sorry I’ve been away so long. If you follow this blog, then you know my mom has been struggling with brain cancer. What you didn’t know is that she passed away just before Thanksgiving. Needless to say, it has been a sad time for me. And so I want to share a tribute of my mother.

My Mom's High School Photo

This is my mom’s high school (?) photo.

MY MOM’S RESCUED DOGS
On July 25th of this year, I told you about many of the dogs my mom has rescued over the years. Well, I found these photos recently and wanted to share their stories too.

Me Angela and 5 Dogs in the Snow

Oregon, winter, 1986 (?) Me, my sister, and our five rescued dogs.

Vacation with Six Dogs
I was probably about 12 years old when this photo was taken. I remember the trip well because we fit two adults, two kids, and six dogs in our car. I remember six dogs but neither my sister nor I remember who that was and he/she is not pictured. It could have been Squash. I think we had Squash by that time. Or we could have still had Lady.

Anyway, I’m on the left and my sister Angela is on the right. The dogs left to right are Prince (nicknamed Poof), Cassie, Licorice (Licky), ?, and Frog Lips. I’ve told you Cassie’s rescue story. I don’t remember the black dog’s name because we must have only had her for only a short time. My mom probably either found her or took her in temporarily, and then gave her away to a nice family.

Frog Lips
Frog Lips has a very interesting story. This man found her near death on the side of the road. She had an axe in her head and one of her eyes was gouged out. He helped her recover and named her Frog Lips. Don’t ask me why, he just did. His health got really bad, though, and he could no longer take care of her. My mom was a good friend of his so she took her in.

Frog Lips had really bad separation anxiety. And like many German Short-Haired Pointers, she would roam long distances if she got out. I remember my mom yelling for her on a number of occasions. We called her Lips for short, so can you imagine my mom loudly calling, “Lips. Lips!” out into our neighborhood? 😀

Dogs Lady (Lab) Max (Chi mix) Cassie (Sheltie)

Our rescued dogs, Lady, a black Lab, Max, probably a Chi and Terrier mix, and Cassie, a Sheltie.

Lady
This photo is of Lady, Max, and Cassie. As stated earlier, I’ve told Cassie’s story. I don’t remember Max’s story, but I do remember Lady’s story. My mom went duck hunting with a friend and found Lady out wandering around on her own. My mom tried to find out who the owner was, but never did. Lady was a great dog. I remember sneaking her food from my plate when my mom made something I didn’t like. And I remember that Lady smiled a lot.

Dad and Collie Dog Ranger

This is Ranger, a Collie my mom rescued. I think that is my dad walking him.

Ranger
This last photo is of Ranger. I told you about him on the July 25th, 2014 post. I didn’t have a photo then, but I have it now.

Squash
I could not find a picture of Squash. I told you on July 25th that he was abandoned by our neighbors. But I recently found out that our neighbors were actually going to shoot him because they didn’t want to take him with them when they moved. Thank goodness my mom was there to stop them and rescue this great dog.

Mom and Me on My 2nd Birthday

My mom is holding me for my 2nd birthday.

I AM LIKE MY MOM
I am who I am because of you, Mom. I learned my independence and strength by watching you. When life kicks me down, I get my example from you and get right back up again. I get my love of dogs from you. Before dog rescue groups became common, there were people like you to step in and give creatures that can’t fend for themselves a chance to live a good life. You are the kind of person I hope I can be. I get my joy for crafts from you. Like you, I like to make things with my own hands. I even get my creativity for cooking from you. Although I don’t care much for cooking, I enjoy coming up with interesting recipes. I get that from you. I get my crazy need to save things from you too. Like you, I’m a pack rat. 😉 And sometimes, when I hear myself laugh, I realize I sound just like you. 😀 Like you, I have a positive outlook on life and can smile even through the toughest times. I got that all from you mom. You may be gone, but you live on through me, our family, and through everyone else’s life that you’ve touched. I love you very much. ❤❤❤

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Emerging from Rescue Dog to Family Dog

April 6, 2013
Pierson Rolling in the Grass

Happy Rescued Boy, PIerson.

This post is appropriate for spring as it is an article about growth. It is a story about the development of a rescue dog into a loved and cherished family dog.

I’ve been in contact with a new friend lately about her new rescue dog. And her story made me think about when I first got Pierson. He was so shy and nervous back then. I assumed I would have a calm and quiet dog on my hands. But then over the course of a few weeks, Pierson came out of his shell. He is a different dog today than he was back then. Here are his experiences and some things you can expect when you rescue a dog.

Shy to Outgoing
Pierson is still shy around strangers, but even that shyness is relatively mild compared to the shyness he expressed when he first came home. After spending time socializing him, he now allows most people to pet him. I don’t think he will ever be outgoing because of his breed tendencies. But it may be different with other rescued dogs. You might start out with a very shy dog and end up with one that absolutely loves to meet new people.

Unsure to Confident
When Pierson first came home, his walk was slow and deliberate. His tail was held low and his eyes were constantly on the lookout for a way to escape in case things went wrong. Today, he prances around with his tail held high. He knows this is his home and we are his family and he is completely at ease. When we go out, he is still confident because he knows I will take care of him.

Quiet to Loud
This may not be the case with all dogs, but it is definitely the case with Pierson. It was a couple weeks before I heard him bark. Now, not only does he bark (at every little thing), but he howls with excitement too. You should see him in the morning at feeding time. He wags his tail so hard that his cute little fluffy butt wiggles, he spins around in circles, and then he promptly sits and howls. It is the cutest thing!

Calm to Playful
I remember trying to play with Pierson after only having him for a couple of days. He didn’t understand that it was a game and still wasn’t too sure about me. The first time he ever played, it was with Maya. After a couple of weeks, he started to play with me too. I imagine my laughter when I tried to play with him scared him at first. Now he associates laughter with good things and we play and laugh all the time.

I use laughter now as a way to put him at ease. When Pierson heard a loud noise while we were out the other day, he got really scared. I purposely laughed at him playfully because the loud noise was nothing to be frightened of. He immediately calmed down.

Behavior Issues
Pierson developed a few behavior issues as he got more comfortable. When he first came here, he was too nervous to come out of his corner to do naughty things. But as Pierson got more comfortable going about the house, he started chewing on things, putting his paws on the counter, and digging holes in the yard. Expect some of these same things to happen when you rescue a dog. Remember, they don’t know what is right and wrong yet. As they come out of their shell, they will be investigating their new surroundings more often and may sometimes do things you don’t want them to do.

Pierson's Rescue on Facebook

Pierson’s rescue documented on my Facebook Timeline in January 2012. (Sorry it’s blurry. I don’t know how to make it sharp like the larger image file is.)

Watching Pierson slowly come out of his shell has been a wonderful and rewarding experience. I love Pierson so much and am very proud of the dog he has become. A rescue dog requires time, patience, and training, but that dog is worth every effort. Pierson’s rescue story sort of reminds me of The Ugly Duckling story. Has your dog emerged from an ugly duckling into a swan?