Well, peeps, after fostering this latest little guy for 2 months and falling head over heels, I’ve decided to keep Chance. I was determined to find his perfect “forever home”, but that just never happened. Every time I got a request for more info about him, or received an application, my heart would speed up and I’d start sweating. (OK, there are for sure some hot flashes mixed in there, but, you know what I’m sayin’…)

I did take him to a Petsmart adoption event, held on behalf of the awesome rescue group I volunteer with-Animal Action Rescue-check them out!–but every time I put him in the crate, he cried and barked and became just a big distraction. Then, on the few occasions that anybody actually picked him up, I just wanted to tell them what an awful little dog he was. He’s not, of course, but surely that would turn them away.

So after countless hours of discussions with self, I realized that continuing to bring strange, temporary dogs into my household was not emotionally healthy for my 12-year old dog Kismet. Nothing to do with me, Nope.  Nada.  (yeah, right).

So I started “grooming” him to be our dog. I took him to the lake, where he promptly fell in twice and nearly drowned.  HK had to jump in in his clothes once to fish him out from under the dock.  So he got this little orange life jacket, and now, 2 weeks later, we can’t keep him OUT of the lake! Hope you enjoy his little video, along w/ Kismet and Roxie-his new siblings.

I’ll continue to be active in animal rescue. I have volunteered to transport dogs (see pup my ride ) and make donations as well as pet food drives, but now I know that I am just not cut out for fostering. (At least not right now).

Oh, did I mention that “Good Dogs Doing Good”, the book that I have a story published in, is doing very well? Check it out! WOOF!

Chance

As many of you know, I have recently joined the ranks of  “doggy foster moms”.  I did this because although I donate to certain rescue groups, (Best Friends Animal Society mostly), I felt the need to become more hand’s on.

Since I am a facebook junkie, I “like” or “join” lots of different rescue organizations online. I was deeply bothered by the sheer numbers of pets that were on death row for some reason. Stray, throw away, puppy-mill rescue..whatever. the entries read something along the lines of “this is rover. His owner decided that he was too big, so he took him to the kill shelter. Please help us get him out before tomorrow or he gets the gas chamber.”

Well, they can’t get a dog out unless it has a foster home (at least) to go to. That’s where I come in.

So, my first foster several months ago was a little minute of a dog I called JoJo. He was young, energetic, adorable and VERY distrusting. He was also a total mess, and chewed absolutely everything he could get his sharp little teeth on!  Within a week he warmed up and decided that I had his back, and lo and behold, I became attached.

JoJo likes beer boxes

I was sure I was heading down “Foster Failure” lane, but then a good friend in Tennessee saw his picture on my facebook page and then I hooked them up on SKYPE and that was history. When I made the “hand-off”, I (more…)

This weekend, HK and I went over to Piedmont Park to enjoy the first real snow of the year.  We took a plastic sled-thingy and had such a great time speeding down the hills!  It was NOT on purpose that I torpedoed into that kid—for crying out loud–I was yelling at him for a good 7 seconds before the crash! I mean, his Dad got out of my way–why didn’t he pull his kid to safety, too?? I guess that’s all part of Darwin’s whole theory–survival of the fittest, right? Anyway, he had to be 10 or 11, in my opinion, waaayyyy too old to cry like that!  Suck it up, kiddo, life’s short–play hard!

What i do feel sorry for, however, are certain (more…)

Kismet

Roxanne

 

From my family to yours, have a Doggone Wonderful Christmas and a Pupalicious New Year!

As promised, I have completed a video of a day in the life of my (very spoiled) dog Kismet.  Since he is the subject of my story that is published in a book to be released in December, he felt that he deserved to star in his own movie.

So enjoy, and please leave comments for him below.  He loves to hear from his fanbase. Woof!

Good Dogs Doing Good

Good Dogs Doing Good

Ohhhhh! I’m so excited!! It’s official, and this adorable, poignant, and touching book contains a story that I wrote about my dog, Kismet.

As you know, I am an extermely proud Dog-Mom. Kismet and Roxie have their own series of blogs, called Kismet and Roxie’s Xcellent Adventures, and are, in general, spoiled rotten.  Oh, sorry, I got off the subject at hand.  Anyway…

According to LaChance Publishing, the book Good Dogs Doing Good is packed with inspiring, moving and amusing true stories of dogs that have given hope to people with none, helped teach valuable lessons both large and small about the human condition and brightened the darkest night. From the largest breeds to the tiniest pups, the canine stars of Good Dogs Doing Good amply demonstrate how the humble dog continues to earn its nickname “man’s best friend.”
As for my true story, several years ago, following the horrific death

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Mommy and Daddy really had a great time playing in the mountains of British Columbia. it seems like every day when Daddy got off work (at 2:00, since he was working on Eastern Time), they’d head off on another adventure.

One day while their friends Stef and Glenn were visiting, they went kayaking on the Indian Arm at Deep Cove.  Being a self-proclaimed cheapskate, mommy called all around to find us the cheapest guided trip. She finally found one, but when they got to the outfitters “office”, it was a little trailer in a run-down neighborhood. Two young (but cute) guys were waiting outside for them.

“Nice one, Jules. Real professionals”, Daddy and Glenn teased her.It only got worse when they told them to follow them down a long, windy, remote road. “This is straight out of one of those Kill the Tourist movies,” Daddy said, and that really pissed mommy off.  Finally they got to the put-in spot, and the 2 guides turned out to be very professional.

Mommy couldn’t stop talking about the scenery-here’s her favorite shot…

check out the scenery!

check out the scenery!

hahahahaha! that was their guide- a real “hottie”, according to Mommy and Stef.  Here are some more pictures from their 4-hour kayak trip

Beer break

Beer break

an abandoned hydro power plant

an abandoned hydro power plant

Meanwhile, (click on more to continue the story) (more…)

rest stop on Vancouver island

rest stop on Vancouver island

This weekend, as part of our exploring British Columbia quest, Kizzy and I took mommy and daddy to Tofino, the westernmost drivable point on Vancouver Island. We  took a car ferry to Nanaimo and drove 3 hours west.  Forested mountains and crystal-clear lakes dominated the scenery, and we stopped frequently to take in the surrounding beauty, and to pee. While we were driving, a big black bear crossed the road right in front of our car!

Willy & the Boyz in Tofino

Willy & the Boyz in Tofino

When we got to Tofino (a pet-friendly place, of course), we went exploring. (more…)

 

pooped!

pooped!

hey! roxie here. i  finally have a chance to start blogging about “kismet and roxie’s x-cellent adventure“. we’ve only been here 3 days, but already we’ve hoofed it all over kitsilano (kits), and the Pacific Spirit Park out at UBC.  the best part about life here in vancouver is (more…)

Roxanne

Roxanne

                

Kismet
Kismet

I found this poem when i was looking for a card to send to my mom from her granddogs, and it touched me deeply. For much of my life, i have had at least one dog sharing my life. There was a time, ten years ago, following the untimely death of my 2 canine companions, that i was “childless”. Never have i been as lonely, as empty as i was at the time. The 2 rescued pups pictured here were my saviors (as i was theirs) in that dark time.  With Kismet and Roxie in my life, (and the spirits of all the dogs that have shared my life), every day is mother’s day!

Enjoy!

Before I Was A dog Mom

Before I was a dog Mom:
I made and ate hot meals unmolested.
I had unstained, unfurred clothes.
I had quiet conversations on the phone,
even if the doorbell rang.

Before I was a dog Mom:
I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late I got to bed
or if I could get into my bed.

Before I was a dog Mom:
I cleaned my house every day.
I never tripped over toys, stuffies, chewies
Or invited the neighbor’s dog over to play.

Before I was a dog Mom:
I didn’t worry if my plants, cleansers, plastic bags,
toilet paper, soap or deodorant
were poisonous or dangerous.

Before I was a dog Mom:
I had never been peed on
Pooped on
Drooled on
Chewed on
Or pinched by puppy teeth.

Before I was a dog Mom:
I had complete control of
My thoughts,
My body and mind.
I slept all night without sharing
the covers or pillow.

Before I was a dog Mom:
I never looked into big, soulful eyes and cried.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn’t stop a hurt.
I never knew something so furry and four-legged
could affect my heart so deeply.

Before I was a dog Mom:
I had never held a sleeping puppy
just because I couldn’t put it down.
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was well.
I didn’t know how warm it feels inside
to feed a hungry puppy.
I didn’t know that something so small
could make me feel so important.

Before I was a dog Mom:
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being
A dog Mom

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