Archive for September, 2011

Edisto meets the pups. And list of current fosters.

September 4, 2011

Today, we let the pups crawl around the backyard. They LOVED it. Edisto was super curious about them, and seemed to like them very much . . .

. . . until Elloree tried to nurse, and then he decided that he should be scared (or at least wary) of them all. Here are the boys, Kincaid and Edisto, trying to round them up, while Abbie Faith makes a break for it. — sort of the same way Scott and I do when a potential baby-sitter shows up.

For once, Kincaid looks more panicked than Edisto.

Scott thinks the panic comes from realizing that his legs are only slightly longer than the legs of the 4-week old pups. Poor Kincaid.

So, to recap: Current foster are (1) Chesters Edisto and (2) Kincaid. E. is 2 years and K. is 8 months. Both are neutered, microchipped, up-to-date on shots, and on heartworm and flea preventative.

Update on Edisto: Rescued! Friday October 21, 2011 by Last Chance Animal Rescue

Update on Kincaid: Rescued! Saturday October 15, 2011 by Nuts for Mutts

(3) Chester James (aka Mickey) is being fostered by John, a colleague and friend of mine. James is 2 years, neutered, microchipped, up-to-date on shots, and on heartworm and flea preventative.

Here’s a recent photo, below, which John posted on facebook and captioned “Mickey and snuggie.” This prompted mutual friend, Josh Brewer, to write, “Dear Facebook: John Muckelbauer’s account has been hacked. There is no other way to explain his post of a cute dog and the words ‘Mickey and snuggie.'”

Update: Mickey has been adopted! Friday September 9, 2011 by Amy Bolger

Renamed: Murphy

(4) Chester Lexie is a sweet 1 -year old Norfolk terrier, also spayed, microchipped, up-to-date on shots, and on heartworm and flea preventative. In the photo, below, she’s snoozing in a sun beam, on Scott’s Citadel blanket. And she’s such a little charmer that S. doesn’t even mind.

(5) And, last but certainly not least, Chester Mac is a 4 month old Boston Terrier/Chihuahua mix. He’s up-to-date on shots, on heartworm and flea preventative, and will be neutered in the next week or so.

Here he is, trying to untie the drawstring on my Capri pants. And succeeding.

And here he is, being uncharacteristically calm and more of a gentleman, with nearly all of his ears in the frame. — quite a feat.

Let me know if you’d be interested in adopting or fostering any of our current 4-legged house guests.

Oh! And don’t forget Chester Abbie Faith and 5 of her pups; 1 is spoken for. They aren’t ready to go yet but will be in a couple of weeks.

Update on Abbie Faith, Duncan, Fairfax and Hilda: Rescued! Friday October 21, 2011 by Dog Tags

Update on Bradley: Adopted! Wednesday October 5, 2011 by Byran Germann and Catherine Eisner

Update on Cayce: Adopted! Sunday October 2, 2011 by Lauren Eyler and Dawn Perry

Update on Elloree: Rescued! Friday October 21, 2011 by Last Chance Animal Rescue

Chester McBee. And a Memorable Mishap.

September 3, 2011

Pulled: Saturday September 3, 2011 from Melissa Ann McLaughlin-lein

Adoption commitment: Adopted, May 2012 by Foster Dad, John Mucklebauer

Meet Chester M squared:

I’ve decided to name M squared after my small SC hometown: McBee. Despite the spelling, McBee is pronounced Mac-Bee. So, we’ll call him Mac.

Chester Mac is a 4-month old Boston Terrier/Chihuahua mix. He’ll be 15 lbs. at the most full-grown. He’s timid at first, but he comes around quickly and is friendly to all once he feels safe.

He’s up-to-date on shots (I took him today), and he’ll be able to be neutered soon. I plan to schedule that in the next week or so.

I wasn’t planning on getting Mac. But, Chester Florence/Molly’s mother, Sue Crow, told me about Melissa, who will be moving to New York next week. Melissa is unable to take Mac with her, but she promised her kids that she’d find Mac a good home. She thought she had, but Mac chewed up a pair of expensive shoes (note: never leave expensive shoes on the floor when you have a 4-month old puppy) and found himself homeless.

Melissa took him back, and tried to find him another home. Time is running out, though. So, Sue sent me a facebook message.

“Sue!” I said, “I just got a dog today! Scott JUST found out about that one.”

“Well, that’s why I messaged you,” Sue said, “I figured that you’re already dead. What’s one more?”

The Scott/Lexi introduction did go well. It helps that Lexi instantly adored S. and wanted to follow him everywhere. It also helped that I was able to tell him that the other extra dog in our house is one that we’re puppy-sitting rather than fostering. See Harper below. She’s just spending the weekend with us! — and getting acquainted with her new brother Chester Cayce, renamed Truman.

So, I told Scott about Mac. And he told me to go get him. Because S. is a good man.

And we have the same number of dogs we had before. We lost two this weekend. Sadly, Gaffney passed away (see previous post); Happily, Isla was adopted! Yay for Isla! She went to her new home today. See her, below, waiting for her family. She’s all dolled up with pink nail polish and a bow that makes her look like a flapper.

Special thanks to Krystal, Gregg and Emily, who were able to look past a crippled leg and a Golden Girls hairdo, and see how special Isla is.

And welcome Lexi and Mac, new fosters to take Gaffney’s and Isla’s place. I’ve had a difficult time taking photos of Mac, because his ears are so big that I have tons of great photos with cut-off ears. — like the one above. Finally, though, I managed to get the entire dog:

He looks like the offspring of Chester Kincaid (also tiger-striped) and a bat. If you’re interested in adopting or fostering such a dog, send me a message!

And now for the memorable mishap:

I lost a pair of shoes. — my most comfortable flip flops. I lost them because of the dogs, but not because the dogs chewed them.

Edisto the Wonder Dog (aka Houdini) has figured out how to break out of our fenced backyard. And, always wanting to be the cool kid in town, he’s let Abbie Faith and Kincaid in on the secret.

Honestly, I don’t worry about it most of the time. We have a nature reserve (10 acres) complete with walking trail behind our house. Abbie Faith isn’t going to stray far from the pups, and more often than not, I see them all lounging just behind the fence. — which makes me think, “Really, Edisto, what’s the point?”

But, my mother was here, and I wanted to be responsible and prove that “no-all-these-foster-dogs-are-not-too-much-for-me-to-handle-thank-you-very-much.”

So, I found Edisto’s escape route and blocked it. Then, I found an opening in another part of the fence that separates us from the reserve and went to find the dogs and bring them back. The trail was more overgrown than I remembered it, and by the time I found Kincaid, I thought I’d try to find a shorter and easier way out. I got lost. Really lost. I tried to cross a stream, thought that I stepped on solid ground, and sunk to my calves in mud. I dragged myself out, losing my shoes in the process. Then, I had to walk over a field of gumballs in my bare feet. Treacherous. When I finally found the back of my house, I pushed down the barricade I had made and climbed under the fence the same way the dogs had.

And, yes, Abbie Faith and Edisto were waiting on me in the backyard. Kincaid looked at them as if to say, “Yeah. I would have been here sooner, but she got out of the fence! I had to get her and bring her back!”

To Kincaid’s credit, he stayed with me the whole time. That means he was stuck in mud too; and, because of his short Basset Hound legs, he sunk to his belly. Still, Kincaid didn’t judge. But Scott did. But, it’s sort of hard not to judge when I get home an hour later looking like this:

Scott: “I can’t believe you got lost. And I can’t believe you didn’t get your shoes out of the mud!”

Me: “That mud was like quicksand! When I pulled my legs out, the mud closed over the holes, and I couldn’t even tell where to dig. My shoes have been sucked down to the center of the earth by now!”

Scott: “You’re dumb.”

But, it looks like I’ll be getting a new pair of shoes now. Not so dumb after all.

2 dogs and 1 new pair of shoes. Best Labor Day weekend. Ever.

Chester Lexington

September 2, 2011

Pulled: Friday September 2, 2011 from City of Columbia Animal Shelter

Adoption commitment: Sunday December 25, 2011 by Urs and Kathleen Keller.

Meet Chester Lexington:

Lexi is a 1 year old Norfolk Terrier: a 17 lb. bundle of terrier cuteness. She’s from the City of Columbia Animal Shelter, which means she’s heartworm negative, up-to-date on shots, spayed and microchipped.

And, no, Scott doesn’t know she’s here yet. My mother does and is upset with me. Mom came to Columbia to keep the kids for a couple of days, and I suspect that she and S. have a deal: to keep me from getting any more dogs while they’re on watch. Whatever. I told Mom I was running an errand. love you, mom.

I’m sure S. will understand, though, when I explain WHY I brought Lexi home. He knows that I got a phone call last night from Sandra, who was distraught. Sandra and her fiance, Mark, have been hand-raising Chester Gaffney, the runt of Abbie Faith’s litter. Sadly, Gaffney passed away yesterday.

I tried to tell Sandra that it was bound to happen, that Gaffney wouldn’t have lived as long as she did without their help. G. seemed to be improving when Sandra and Mark first started working with her, but she never progressed from the puppy-gerbil stage (when pups look more like rodents than pups) to the puppy-puppy stage (when pups look like pups).

Still, I’m so thankful that G. learned what it means to be spoiled and fawned over in her brief life. — and that’s all thanks to Sandra and Mark. I told them this. But, Sandra and Mark are still sad.

I felt like I needed to do SOMETHING to cheer them up. I thought about pulling the senior Beagle my rescuer-in-crime, Kerri, told me about. But, he’s safe with Last Chance Animal Rescue; yay for senior Beagles and LCAR!

So, I visited my friends at the City of Columbia animal shelter. Marion told me Lexi’s story. Lexi was relinquished by her owner after becoming pregnant. The owner complained that her son was supposed to take care of the dog, not her, and that she wasn’t interested in caring for a nursing mother. Yep. (There’s also a male terrier there with the note, “Children outgrew dog.” — as if he’s a Fisher Price toy.)

Lexi went into labor shortly afterward and gave birth to two stillborn puppies. “She’s depressed,” Marion said, “both because of the puppies and because of the relinquishment.” When I went back to see Lexi, she was shaking from head to toes.

“Perfect,” I said. I can think of no better way to honor foster parents Sandra and Mark than to rescue a similarly grieving parent.

And Lexi has been charmed by the babies in the Fisk household, Jack in particular.

She has also visited Chester Abbie Faith’s brood. And Abbie Faith has been more patient with her than all the other canine visitors, perhaps because she recognizes Lexi as a kindred spirit. — someone else who has recently gone through labor and delivery, albeit with unlucky results.

But, if there is one thing the Fisk family understands it’s the awesomeness that is adoption, the idea that love makes families rather than genes. So, we’re totally cool with Lexi adopting Jack until she finds a more permanent family to adopt. And J. seems to be cool with it too.