So, dog stuff-we still have Starla and Brownie, and I don't see that changing any time in the near future. That's OK, though, as fosters go they are pretty easy, except for Starla's bitchy attitude with newcomers. Brownie is spending more and more time in the house and is actually approaching me to be petted around the head and neck! I think having all these adult dogs around is good for her. They set her an example of how dogs should behave. Starla has started staying in the house more, and is sleeping in a crate in our bedroom. She is being quite good. There's got to be a dog lover out there who's looking for a dachshund with a chihuahua personality.
The adorable lab puppies did go quickly, and the families who adopted them are getting some awesome dogs. Tulip (in the front) went home on Saturday the 7th, and we were able to keep Orchid until the 11th. She was adopted by the cousin of one of our fosters, so I should be able to keep in touch.
Pretty Cute, huh?
We got a new boy on Monday. His name is Clay and he is out of a shelter in New Mexico.
He's a very striking boy!
This shelter is right outside of a reservation, and unfortunately a lot of dogs get dumped there after terrible suffering. The shelter has very little money, and more than half of the dogs surrendered there are euthanized. This guy has a better tale than most; he was left with a letter saying that he was a good dog but that the owner couldn't give him enough exercise. Now, it seems like the owner didn't think this through, right? I mean, a 50% chance of death, rather than figuring out a way to wear out the dog? Walk, bike, play ball, hire someone else to do those things? A lot of people don't realize what happens in shelters, I think, or they choose not to. This guy probably has some bully breed in him, in addition to the obvious Catahoula Leopard Dog. That could have been very bad news for him if was adopted directly from the shelter.
There is a wonderful girl/woman/whatever the proper term is doing Teach for America on the reservation, and she has taken it upon herself to help these dogs. I really admire her. I wonder how many of us (meaning me) would think "oh this is terrible" and do nothing about it. She drove about 60 dogs up overnight on Sunday. I chose this boy because of his looks and the letter that came with him, but it turns out I really helped him out. All of the other rescues who took dogs were located in cities with breed specific legislation (BSL), which means they can't take any dog who might be a bully breed mix. So it was me or no one for this guy.
He is a great dog, and I'm so glad we are able to help him. He is a lover, always wanting to be with me or Tony, and he is very well behaved in the house. He is great with the other dogs, and very submissive, which is good, given his looks. Any aggression on his part could lead very quickly to an early death. I was walking him yesterday and a group of little boys ran up. "Is he a pit bull?" "Maybe." I responded. "Does he bite?" "Nope." So they petted him and swung their toy swords at him, and he wagged and licked and was generally awesome. His only problems are that he chases kitties and he has never been leash trained, but those are easily overcome and we are already working on it. He's sleeping on the couch right now, and he will make someone very good companion. If we had unlimited money and time, he'd stay right here. He's a good one.
If you are interested, look up BSL and find out why it doesn't work to lower dog bites/attacks. Dogs should each be judged on their individual merits, not their heritage. Vicious dog legislation is reasonable, BSL is not. Be an advocate in your area. That's not where this was supposed to end up, but there you go...BSL makes me mad.
OK, the "trouble" part. This is what my car looks like now:
Yes, a deer ran out in front of me while I was going 75 mph. Legally, might I add. Luckily, Sirius and Daemon and I are all OK, but the car is on the edge of totaled. So, either they decide to fix it and I am car-less for a while, or they total it and I have to buy a new car. Which is a giant pain in the ass. But! Also! The police were called to write an accident report so the insurance company wouldn't think I drove into the side of a building after 2 bottles of wine, etc. They did the whole rigamarole which included running my license. Turns out, my CODL has been suspended since December of 2010. Which is interesting, because I got a WY license in the summer of 2010. I also switched insurance companies so Tony and I were on the same policy. Turns out, Pro-fucking-gressive decided it was their job to report to the state of CO that I was driving without insurance. The story is longer, but that's the abridged version. So, thought no fault of my own, and without ever being notified that my license was suspended, I am the proud recipient of a ticket for driving on a suspended license. I have to go to court to defend myself, and I have to wait 2-3 weeks and pay $95 for the DMV to get off their asses and fix their mistake. Lovely. Now I have a chauffeur, albeit an unwilling and very busy one. But, we'll see how he likes running all the errands-ha! Plus, we retrieved the deer-it was very, very dead-and butchered it to feed to the dogs. Yup, that's right, we butchered a deer in the backyard. Tony did the really gross parts, but still, living in Wyoming for 2 years made a different person out of me. I'm a real cowgirl now! I dunno, just looking for an upside. Sigh.
The dogs are really digging the venison. If you have some to spare, let me know.
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