Saturday, November 26, 2011

Still Here....

Ok, ok, I've been a bit neglectful, but doubling our critter population has kept me very busy!

I don't know about anyone else, but I have NO idea what I look like.  My poor husband... we'll be walking in a store and I'll ask him "do I look like her?" or "am I fatter than her?"  I want him to be honest!  I have no idea.  I know what I see when I look in the mirror and know how everyone in my life tells me how much I need to lose weight, that it will help with the pain I'm having, that I'll be better able to be active with the dogs, blah, blah, blah.  I know all of that.  Please, I've been fat long enough to know that - and I know how to lose weight!  What I don't know is what I look like!!!!  Sure I have a body image and it's of a cow or better yet, a sperm whale.

I know what size clothes I wear, that I can feel that size getting smaller and smaller, and that I'm F.A.T!!  Just feeling frustrated today.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Sunday was a long day!

Dogs, dogs, and more dogs!  We're trying to find the perfect match and never thought it would have been so hard.  But, we just may have a winner, two winners.

Sunday we went to meet the foster Mom we know who had a dog of interest to us.  We were also interested in a dog coming from the South on transport, so we met them all at the transport meeting location.

We fell in love with "Wesley" (above).  The dog from transport was going to be too much for us, although she is beautiful and I'm sure will have a home in no time.  As we sat with "Wesley" another dog came up and started to play with him; this was "Wendy."  After their playing was over, "Wendy" came up and laid down right in between Keith and me.  At one point she rested leaned against Keith's leg and later she rested her head on my knee.  She totally picked us.

Now, we had no intentions of adopting TWO dogs, but these guys played together and then rested together and just chilled with us!  I've been in contact with the foster Mom since and the two are even choosing to share a crate.  You'd think they were siblings, but they aren't!  "Wesley" is a shepherd mix; "Wendy" is a vizsla mix.

We're waiting to see how they do individually and then together with cats.  If all goes well, we may be doubling the number of kids we have!  The kitties are not going to be happy at all!  Everyone will need some time to adjust, but the ratio of male:female remains the same.  Whew!

By the way, we're going to change their names.  I'm not going to get into that now, though.  I'll wait until we sign the adoption papers.  Oh, and yes, it's an open adoption that we're negotiating  :-)

"Wesley" and "Wendy"

This is Wesley.

This is Wendy.
This is Wesley and Wendy resting after playtime.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Our furry family

It seems these little guys were feeling left out, so I had to add them to the blog.  This is Victoria, left and Albert, right (aka Tori and Bert), named after an amazing restaurant in none other than Disney World.  Yep, always with the Disney reference, albeit often too obscure for most to realize.  We've had them since 2/09, just 11 days after we lost this precious girl:

This is Nikki... sadly, no Disney reference.  This one was a Christmas reference (ok, so I like the obscure): St. Nicholas --> Nikki.  Yeah, whatever.  She thought she was a dog, very affectionate and social.

Then there was Kilter (who I figure I might as well show you since he comes up from time to time and this is a furry kid post).  The first is the day we met, the second is when he's more than a year old.

He's a beautiful boy and I miss him, but hear that he's happy where he is.  It's far too complicated to explain why he's not here, but let's just say that I'll always love him and leave it at that.

So, that's the furry kid history in our home.  Now we wait to see what the future holds!

Life is complicated!

OK, you know it's true - nothing is ever simple.  A family from NC came to pick up "Sasha's" puppy.  You have to keep in mind that these dogs were weaned very late!  This was the last of her pups to be adopted.  When the family took the pup out to their car, "Sasha" started ramming her head into the fence, a cyclone fence at that.  Evidently puppy was freaking out, too.  They let puppy back into the yard and Sasha laid on top of the pup.

When we met them on Saturday (foster Mom, K, brought the pup), a joke was made about us taking them both.  With "puppy dog eyes" (as K said), I looked up at Keith, who reminded me that when we had a puppy, I got too overwhelmed.  Hanging my head down in disappointment, I agreed.

Today, when I talked with K she said that the NC family was not expecting to take "Sasha" but realized it was a package deal - no "Sasha" = no puppy.  Should it not work out, both dogs are to be returned to K/the rescue.  K told me that we have first choice if we want to take both dogs.  The puppy thing is still an issue, but this little girl was calm for a 3 month old.  My suspicion is that it will work out in NC.

So, we can adopt "Sasha" and pup (on the off chance they return from NC), we can foster if we want (and God bless people who do; I get too attached), we can wait until the end of the year (for personal reasons) to even start looking again, we can look now and K will make the initial contact to see if that foster family will keep the dog until the end of the year - if they can, we'll meet, if not, K said she will foster the dog until we can bring him/her home... the list of options seems nearly endless.  K is going so far out of her way to help us connect with the dog that's out there for us!

K and the rescue are being great.  She said that they want to help us find a new family member.  I love K.  She is wonderful - kind, thoughtful, caring, compassionate, passionate about making sure the dogs are matched with the right family.... I could go on, but will leave it at the fact that she is really great.

Keith and I are both really sad about "Sasha" because we fell in love with her (and the pup, for that matter), but we certainly do not want her to be stressed and miserable!  God has a dog out there for us, we just have to find him/her and the rescue is going to help us!