Stella and KC Host a Pittie Party

Stella and KC had themselves a pittie party this weekend, inviting a few of their closest pit bull friends over for a Memorial Day swim.

Most had attended doggie daycare – so we knew everyone was dog friendly – but just like with kids, the introductions were slightly awkward.  Once they met (sniffed each other’s butts), got over their shyness (ran away), and established ranks and set boundaries (growled), everyone relaxed and had fun.

KC only showed her true (mean girl) side once…when claiming her outside couch-throne.  A few minutes inside for a time out, though, and she got the message.

Nancy and her recent foster fail, Big Kahuna (with a name like that, you know he’s from Stray Rescue) get used to the water

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And he’s off!

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Tot, rescued by Stray Rescue with her brother Tater and adopted by my friend Nicole, brought her own pool to the party.

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With help from her mom, Tot tries out the big girl pool

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Despite prodding from his mom Kelly, Zeus wants noooo part of that wet stuff

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Big Kahuna and Chomper became fast friends

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Chomper and Tot in a neck and neck race

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Cockapoo KC has no problem partying with the pitties.  Here she passes by Niki, who chooses not to follow the crowd.

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Nicole, Tot and KC enjoying the sunshine

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Totter Tot

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Zeus – biggest momma’s boy love bug ever

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Nancy and her handsome boy BK

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Nicole rethinks her snack time idea. Actually, they were all very well-behaved 🙂 To her right (besides me laughing my head off) is Mia, a pugador (pug-labrador), whose dad Brad works with me at the Watering Bowl.

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Tot getting a leg up on Chomper to get to the cheese

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Mesmerized by the cheese, Zeus tries to will it into his mouth

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Stella, almost 11, made an appearance until nap time; then we never saw her again.

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We had one minor mishap. Tot, whose legs are as short as a Basset Hound’s, took a flying leap from the 4-foot wall to the pool deck and landed on her chin. We don’t know how she didn’t break a leg or her jaw.

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Our hope for the day was to hang out with friends and watch the pups run around and wear themselves out.

Based on the pictures sent to me later…

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…I’d say the party was a success.

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Raise the ‘Woof’ Wednesday – Rescued: A Dog Named Valentine

Happy Valentine’s Day to this boy…
What a story!
On Sunday, February 9th, Larry and I were driving to dinner during a snowstorm and saw a pit bull running down Ladue Road. In the 16 years I’ve known Larry and have driven around Ladue, I have never seen a stray dog there, let alone a pit bull!
We tried to coax him into the car, but he was terrified. Turning onto Lindbergh Blvd., we followed him as he ran along the middle concrete barrier. With our flashers on, we drove slowly alongside him with

the door open.  I even stopped and got out, but he took off.  A few cars behind us could see the dog and what we were trying to do. By this time it was snowing hard and the streets were covered.  He stopped in a parking lot to eat scraps he’d found, so we pulled in. A nice guy in his early 20s saw us and pulled over to offer crackers. The dog’s ribs were showing, and he was obviously starving. He lowered his head and eyed me as a I got out of the car and moved towards him, not sure whether he should continue eating the scraps and risk being captured, or skip the meal and run.

Fear won, and he ran.
He ran down a side street, so I followed him, but my car was sliding in the snow. Larry had had enough of Lynne’s Rescue Rover mission and wanted to eat. I’m sure he regretted letting me drive to dinner. But we lost sight of the dog anyway, so…
Mission aborted.
Back at home, I posted on Facebook the video I took of him running, hoping someone would see it and  catch him.  I couldn’t get him out of my head. It was freezing outside. How would he survive? What if he got hit by a car? 
Four days later, that’s what happened.
On February 13th, a girl named Tracy, whom I didn’t know, messaged me on Facebook that she saw a picture of a dog who’d been hit by a car that night that looked like the one I had posted.  We found through Facebook messages that he was taken to Animal Control. The town where he was hit, St. Charles, was 12 miles away. I didn’t see how it could possibly be the same dog. 
But it was.
Unbelievably, we found through witnesses (via Facebook) that the dog had first been hit on the morning of February 13th, somehow ran another mile, and was hit again at 6:00 at night, this time severely. A police officer stopped traffic and several people helped secure the dog. He was taken to Animal Control, where Tracy knew the supervisor, and we were told he’d be taken to a vet the next morning.  On the morning of February 14th, I drove 35 minutes in the snow and sleet to see the dog whom the vet had named Valentine.  After finding out he had a dislocated and severely fractured femur and abrasions everywhere, and knowing that normally in this case Animal Control would have him euthanized because they don’t have the funds to save a severely injured stray dog with no microchip or tags, Tracy and I decided to save him.  So many people – especially ME! – had put too much time, energy and emotion into him to let him die.
We got a rescue, CAPA, to back him, but we agreed to be financially responsible, as they, like so many small rescues, are extremely short on funds.  With Animal Control’s permission, I drove him to VSS, a specialty veterinary hospital.  His options were amputation of the severely broken leg or a femoral head and neck excision to try to save it. I opted to save it. He had surgery that night, February 14th.  I left VSS at 4:00 in the afternoon and hurried home to my human valentine…just in time for dinner  🙂
Valentine will need follow up visits and physical therapy but otherwise is doing very well. The police officer who was on the scene is interested in adopting him, so we’ve kept him in the loop.
In the meantime, if anyone could please donate to his surgery and care, I would really, really, REALLY appreciate it! Thank you so much 🙂 Even five or 10 dollars…it all adds up!
You can also see updates on his Facebook page at Valentine’s Journey 
If you’re unable to donate, please go to his page, “like” it and share or share this blog post. Thank you all!! 
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Picture I took as he was running down Lindbergh on February 9th. Heavy snow started falling (you can see it a little bit in the light near the top of the picture) and within ten minutes the streets were covered.
He had a loose collar on

The picture posted on February 13th after he had been hit by at least two cars…once in the morning and this time, which was at 6:00 at night. You can see his dislocated back left leg.

Skinny baby 😦 at Animal Conrol

This is at the first vet’s office before I took him to VSS

It was February 14th when he was taken from Animal Control in the morning to the vet, where they named him Valentine

I spent four hours at the first vet as we tried to figure out what to do and to find a rescue to back him. This vet office kitty snuggled up to me as I waited 🙂

At the first vet’s office, they gave him pain medicine, so he was pretty loopy when I saw him

Transferring him from the first vet’s office to my car for the ride to VSS

The day after surgery

A pain patch on his shoulder 

The poor boy was a mess…His underside was black and blue

And everything was swollen 😦
But he felt better every day and was released on Monday, four days after surgery.
Tracy took him to the doggie daycare she owns, which is where he is now.
The first night out of the hospital…
He has a heart-shaped freckle on the tip of his nose
I made a valentine for my Valentine

Below are short video clips….
I took this of him running down Lindbergh on February 9th.

The day I took him from Animal Control to VSS for his surgery. He had been slightly sedated here in preparation for surgery:
Leaving the hospital:
His first night out of the hospital he was crying because he didn’t want to be alone. He was used to the bright hospital lights and people everywhere:
He knows “shake”!
He was very quiet and aloof the first few days. We weren’t sure if he was friendly, but look at that tail wag…finally! 
Thank you to all the people involved….those who went out in the snowstorm to look for him the first night I sent out a plea; Tracy who helped me find him, is giving him tender loving care, made him a Facebook page, and is helping to raise funds; the police officer who stopped traffic and was with him when he was hurt; everyone who has donated; and everyone who has visited him. 
For all who have cared…thank you.

Outside Dog Goes to the Vet

I visited our friend a few days ago. He was as lovable…

Sweet…
Goofy…

and playful as ever
He’s two years old and has never been to a vet. We asked his family a while back if we could take him. They said okay. We made an appointment, but when the time came we weren’t sure if they’d actually let us. Would you let some strangers take your dog and hope they brought him back? But we should have known they would. Anyone who keeps their dog in the yard day in and day out obviously doesn’t care about him.

His appointment was yesterday. Two of us went because we weren’t sure how he’d react to the car ride.  We knocked on the door and asked if we could take him to the vet. The girl who answered said she’d ask her brother since it’s his dog. She left, came back a few seconds later and said okay.  Getting him in the SUV was quite a feat. He wouldn’t jump in.  I was scared to pick him up, thinking he’d bite out of fear. Sandy lured him with salami through the other door, I picked up his rear end, and in he went.

But he was terrified. 

We planned to take him to a self-service dog wash for a bath before his appointment. But the car ride changed our minds. It was obvious he’d never been in a car. His eyes got HUGE. He huddled in the corner and panted like crazy.  We decided a bath and vet appointment would be too much for one day, so we went to the park instead. Watching him there was like seeing a hearing-impaired child get cochlear implants and hear his mother’s voice for the first time.  It was like he had a big thought bubble over his head…”So THIS is what I’ve been missing!”” He was so excited, barking at the ducks and trying to get in the lake for a swim.  Can you imagine? He’s about 2 years old and all he’s seen is his backyard.


He really wanted to get in

We got in the car again (he jumped in on his own this time) and drove to the vet’s office.  We had some time, so we all sat on the grass. He loved having all of his favorite ladies doting on him.

Gah!! His smile, I love it.

When he walked into the office he was afraid of the tile floor. He flattened his body to the ground and army crawled. He trusted us so much, though, that he went wherever we led him. 

Sandy and I didn’t want to go in the treatment room because we didn’t want him to associate us with shots and what-not. Instead, (lucky us) we got to witness a girl — who 20 minutes earlier we’d seen carrying a dog into the office, with his little head poking out of a blanket and very much alive — rush from a treatment room sobbing hysterically. Without her dog. I couldn’t bear that she didn’t have anyone to hold her after obviously having her dog put to sleep. I wanted to hug her, but she rushed out the door and into her car, where we could see her crying for 10 minutes before she finally drove off. And of course by then I was crying. Oh my gosh, I could NOT work in a vet’s office if I had to see that every day.  
“Well, hello there handsome!”

Sandy and I listened through the door, smiling like proud parents when Donna and the vet repeatedly said, “GOOD BOY!!!” every time he tolerated a shot or blood draw or poke in the rear. He did sooooo well… 

…even when held down by two people for a nail trim!

When the worst of it was over, Sandy and I came in to check on our boy.

The good news? Heartworm negative. Fecal testnegative. Ears looked dirty but otherwise normal. He does have fleas, so we got flea meds and heartworm preventative. 

This is the cutest picture of him. He was in love with the vet.


We stopped to say hi to the kitties to see how he’d react. One kitten hissed at him (still hissing in this picture) and he jumped back. He’s a big baby. I think he’d be cat friendly.

“Will you be my friend?”

He was so proud when we left. I swear he trotted out of there, like, “Oh yeah, piece of cake.” 

The car ride was still a little iffy.  He lost his balance during turns and didn’t like that.  It was awful taking him back after being with him for a few hours and seeing more of his cute personality. We put him in the yard, and he tried so hard to get back out the gate to go with us. We filled his water bowl and kissed him goodbye. “We’ll be back, we promise.” 

Next step? Neuter. Not sure how we’re going to pull this off…

My Dog Bites/Scratches/Bruises Photo Library

I have a folder in my photo library titled “dog bites/bruises/scratches.” It being a slow news week, I thought I’d share. Sorry if they’re gross.

Some I got while working at doggie daycare and some from volunteering in rescue. The dogs were a corgi, a dachshund, a mutt, a shepherd, and a pit bull, who all bit or scratched when redirecting because of aggression towards another dog. None were being aggressive towards me; I just happened to be in the way.

ER doctor stitching me up. He was so fun 🙂

He took this picture for me…haha!

What can I say…it comes with the territory.

And to all the crazy pit bull haters out there: I’ve been working with pit bulls 1-4 days a week for two and a half years and have been bitten by ONE.