A Day with Sioux

Earlier this week, we had the pleasure of taking care of a sweet old rescue dog named Sioux. She is a 9.5 year old German shepherd and had been sent to a sanctuary near Los Angeles when her owner passed away. The sanctuary recently lost their land, and 70 dogs were in desperate need of rescue. One of our board members at the shelter fell in love with Sioux's photo on Facebook and had her transported here. Our house served as a pitstop until Sioux's foster family was ready for her.

Sioux has a quiet dignity and gentle disposition. Her hips are not in good condition, so she can't sit at all, can't climb stairs, and has difficulty getting in and out of the car. But she loves to walk and loves to be nearby.

The lick granulomas on all four legs show that she has been stressed. I was given a spray ointment for them, so hopefully, they will clear up as soon as she gets settled somewhere. She was very cooperative when I brushed her, tried to clean her ears (they were so dirty, I just couldn't get them clean), and trimmed her nails.

Cabana took to Sioux right away, as I knew she would. Cabana was extremely respectful, but I saw her watching me curiously as I groomed Sioux. I could see the wheels turning in her head, like, "Hmmmm, that's what Mom usually does to me." Having another dog in the house always makes Cabana more affectionate toward us, which is actually a nice improvement over her usual aloofness.

I had been told that Sioux had food aggression issues and should be fed separately from other dogs. But after giving a few treats to both Sioux and Cabana, I couldn't see a single indication of trouble. So I put their food bowls down a little ways from each other, just to be sure, but there weren't any issues. In fact, Sioux left the last bite of kibble in her bowl, then went to check out Cabana's (empty) bowl. During that time, Cabana came over and ate Sioux's remaining kibble, as well as the kibble Sioux had dribbled on the floor. I know Cabana would NEVER have done that if she had any concerns about Sioux's response. This might be too anthropomorphic, but I almost felt like Sioux purposefully left the last bite for Cabana, like she was giving a gift to her host. She did this at dinner and again at breakfast the next day.

In the photo, you can see a black spot on Sioux's side. I thought it was dirt and tried to rub it away, but it turns out to be a permanent spot. A beauty mark, a bigger version of the dark pigment under Cabana's left eye!

I took Sioux to the park in the morning, and she LOVED it. She seemed to truly enjoy socializing with the other dogs, even if she wasn't able to romp much. Every human became her new best friend.

I hope Sioux's age and bad hips won't keep someone from adopting her. Senior dogs definitely have a lot going for them! Sioux is so easy and would be a wonderful pet for an older person or a family with young children. I'll post an update when she gets a home, which I predict will be soon!

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The Best Christmas Presents

In this morning's email, I received two gifts that warmed my heart. One was an email and photo from Buster's family, wishing us a merry Christmas. We fostered Buster back in May of 2011. How I love that handsome boy.

And the other email was from Kira's family! I haven't heard any news about our previous foster Kira for months, so I was so happy to get an update and see a photo of her. She looks like she has grown a lot, as I thought she probably would. Her new mom says, "Kira is very special and seems to enjoy her new life. She runs every day with the horses, and Rafferty (their shar pei mix) is her best friend."

I'm so touched and grateful that they would think of me today. It really made my Christmas complete. Expensive presents and fancy gadgets--who needs 'em?! A thoughtful gesture and a little kindness goes a long way.

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Emotional Roller Coaster Ride

The last few days have been emotionally exhausting. I had three potential adopters for Kira, but it seems they have all fallen through.

The first one was a woman I met at the dog park. I had never seen her there before, but she was playing frisbee with a German shepherd mix, so I made a beeline over to her. I spoke to her for a while, and she showed a lot of interest in Kira, who got along great with her 4-year old male shepherd mix. The woman lives with her husband and works from home as a graphic designer. What could be better for Kira?! A human that is around most of the day, has experience with the breed, and has a friendly, mature dog! She said she'd talk to her husband about adopting Kira, saying they had wanted a second dog for some time now.

A couple days later, the woman emailed me and asked if Kira could come over for a couple hours, to meet her husband and to see how she responded in their home. I said of course. When I went to pick Kira up, the woman said Kira behaved wonderfully. I had worried that Kira would be fearful in a new place and revert to her tentative ways and nervous barking. But no, Kira had made herself comfortable there and did well with their dog. However, her husband was worried about Kira's hips and said he didn't want a pure bred dog. Bummer!

I had already arranged to take Kira to a local adoption fair that day. So, I left the woman's house and dashed over to the adoption fair. Kira was exhausted, after a busy morning at the woman's house, so she mostly laid in the grass, napping. Everyone was very impressed with this mellow puppy. She is very mellow, although not quite THIS mellow.

At the fair, a single man and a young family with two kids were very interested in Kira. The young family was divided, though, with the mom and daughter wanting Kira and the dad and son wanting a different dog there. While they were trying to make up their minds, the single man said he was ready to adopt Kira. He was an active guy, seemed very nice and responsible, and said that he'd take Kira to work with him everyday. Although he doesn't have a dog at home, he'd grown up with dogs and said there are other dogs at his office, so I felt that might be nice for Kira--access to dog pals, but also the benefits of being an only dog at home.

I had my reservations about Kira going to a family with kids. She seems absolutely fine with children, but I just know how busy life is when there are young kids involved (ages 5 and 7). So I opted for the single guy, telling the family that I hoped I was making their split decision a bit easier. The little girl, who had wanted Kira, broke into tears. I felt awful! Wow, it's hard playing God with people's and dogs' lives.

I arranged to meet the single guy at the shelter to fill out the paperwork and pay the fee. I hurried home to pack up Kira's crate, bed, food, dish, toys, everything. I waited for what seemed like eternity for the guy to show up at the shelter, kicking myself for not having asked for his cell phone number. Finally, he arrived, filled out the paperwork--only to find that he rents his home and didn't have landlord approval to get a dog.

WHY anyone would even look at a dog when they don't know if they can have one is beyond me. And I hadn't even thought to ask him that question--I will never make that mistake again!

I came back home, completely deflated, and unpacked my car, bringing all of Kira's things back into our house. This morning, I got an email from the single guy, saying that the landlord had given an official "no", which was no surprise to me and was actually a bit of a relief after all that rigmarole. Meanwhile, the family with the two kids had already agreed on another dog, which, in truth, may have been for the best anyway.

So, here we are, back to the drawing board. I just have to believe that things work out for the best, and the best person is still yet to be found. In the meantime, Kira can continue to learn from Cabana. They are finally playing some spirited games of tug.

And Kira is enjoying the baby pool.

And eating Kibblesicles. It's all fine, it's all good. So why do I feel so discouraged?

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Let the Romping Begin

We've all started to really enjoy Kira, our foster German shepherd puppy. She is so sweet and incredibly smart. And I don't think I heard a bark from her all day--what a huge difference from 5 days ago! In this photo, there's a cat on the other side of the fence--I know because I heard it hissing. Whenever Kira has stepped in my flower bed, I give her a verbal correction, "ah-uh!" I didn't have to give the correction here--even in the excitement of smelling a cat, Kira was being so careful not to step on my flowers! Is she a great dog or what!

Kira has been trying to get Cabana to play with her for the past several days, but Cabana hasn't been willing. Aleksandra, from Love and Six Foot Leash, is a veteran foster mama and takes the most GORGEOUS photos of her fosters. She commented yesterday that I should make sure to give Cabana "top dog" status, along with plenty of alone time. Tonight, Cabana and I had a mini date in my sewing room, where she got to chew on a special bone treat. When she came out of the room, she was ready to rumba! Talk about instant results!

Here are a few short videos of Cabana and Kira playing. In this one, Cabana entices Kira with an orange monster toy, one of her favorites which has seen better days. I know dogs are somewhat color blind, but the interesting thing is that Kira digs down into the toy box and pulls out her own orange toy, one that is most similar to what Cabana has. I wonder if it's coincidence or deliberate?!



In this video, a few times, Kira pretends to be interested in another toy momentarily, only to make a sneak attack on Cabana. This time, I know it was deliberate.



Now Kira is fully engaged. Cabana doesn't seem to know what to make of Kira's unleashed energy. I just hope Kira sleeps well tonight!

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Quick Progress for Kira

Kira is one smart cookie. I gave her a doggy door lesson yesterday, and now, without any prompting, she goes in and out to do her business all by herself! Joyous celebration!! Also, she has met our cat and didn't get crazy over the encounter--she was interested and a little scared but not predatory. She is barking way less, although she still barks and whines in her crate at night. If only I could exercise her properly, I think this problem would be solved. But for a puppy who gets minimal exercise, she's actually quite mellow.

I doubt that Kira has ever been in a house before. She seems to have lived the entirety of her short life outdoors. I can tell by the way she went up the stairs for the first time and the fact that she loves to hide and make herself comfortable behind and under bushes. She also likes to eat her own poop, maybe because she didn't have anything else to eat as a stray. (This makes the use of the doggy door a bit more tricky--I need to keep an eye on her and follow her out so I can immediately pick up any poop. But even this nasty habit seems to be subsiding quickly--after she poops now, she looks at me like she knows I do NOT approve of any tasting. We've been working on "leave it" with urgent intensity.)

It has been really fun to share many "firsts" with Kira. Here she is sampling her first ice cube.

Toys also seem new to Kira. She didn't know what to do with them at first, but she is catching on fast. If only I could get Cabana and Kira to play tug with each other--that would be good exercise. Cabana is still acting aloof toward Kira--what is with that? If they had met at the dog park, I think Cabana would have loved Kira. I'm not sure if it was the way they met that caused the damper (barking at each other in our driveway) or maybe Cabana just doesn't necessarily enjoy sharing her house, her humans, or her toys.

Honestly, Cabana stopped playing with most of these toys a while ago anyway. But after Kira gets adopted, I think we'll go buy Cabana a new supply. She deserves that for being such a compliant hostess.

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A New Foster - Kira

Yesterday, we went to my husband's company picnic, where we had a great barbecue lunch. Because there was so much food leftover, they encouraged us to make "doggy bags" to bring home. My vegetarian family members were quite dismayed when they saw that all I had packed in my doggy bag was a barbecued chicken wing, a big frankfurter, and a couple thin slices of sirloin steak.

The reason I brought nothing but meat home was because right after the picnic, we'd be picking up our new foster puppy, Kira. I knew those high-value treats would come in handy.

Kira is a 6-month old German shepherd puppy that was picked up as a stray. She was brought into the shelter and infected the whole place before the staff realized she had parvo. They rushed her to emergency vet services, where she recovered for the next couple weeks. Now, after decontaminating the whole shelter, no small task, the staff has to keep Kira in isolation since she will be shedding the virus for at least 3 more weeks. The staff are not able to interact with Kira, due to the risk of having unvaccinated puppies coming into the shelter. So, poor Kira has been unable to be around other dogs or humans for the duration.

A shelter staff member emailed me and told me about the situation--I suppose they know a sucker when they see one. Is it that obvious?!

The first day of having a new dog in the house is always traumatic. With every foster, I think, "HOW did I get myself into this?" With Kira, I felt that 10 times stronger than with any other, including Francie! First of all, Kira is a puppy and has not been taught anything. Plus, you can tell by her torn right ear that she must have had a hard life as a stray, perhaps even been attacked by another dog. So she can be fearful around other dogs, and about life in general--and her response to fear is barking--LOUD barking. Top that off with the fact that she has been sequestered for the past several weeks and forced to live in her own filth, perhaps the reason why she pees every time I put her in the crate. Finally, because she is still shedding the parvo, she is not allowed to step foot off our property--no walks, no parks, nothing except running around our small backyard.

Another huge difference with Kira and our other fosters is that I had no prior relationship with her and hardly any information. With Seamus and especially with Francie, I had worked with them at the shelter for weeks before to bringing them home as fosters. This time, we are working entirely from scratch.

After wanting so badly to call the shelter several times in the past 24 hours to say we couldn't handle fostering this dog, I think we are making some progress. I feel we need to give it at least 3 days before we throw in the towel. My husband and I didn't get any sleep last night, though, so whether we can last for 72 hours may depend on whether we get any rest tonight.

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News from the Cuddle Shuttle

Today, I took Seamus to the Cuddle Shuttle, the shelter's eye-catching mobile adoption unit. The shelter's capacity is stretched to the max right now, so adoption fees were reduced to $25. The glass windows house cats, and the dogs hung out on the sidewalk, ready for passersby to hopefully fall in love.

And what's not to love about this handsome face?!!! Seamus got a lot of interest, but the morning brought no serious applicants.

I took Seamus home for an hour to give him a break, then brought him back for the final hour of the adoption event. To keep him comfortable, I took Cabana's car couch out for him to relax in. The very first time we brought him home in the car, he was a panting, nervous mess--but after he realized car rides lead to good things (nice home, green grass, dogs to play with), he got a lot better. And I think Cabana's comfy car couch helped a lot, too, both physically and mentally.

During that last hour, a woman stopped on her way into the grocery store and showed great interest in Seamus. She took a picture of him with her phone and sent it to her husband. He called back immediately and said he would come over, bringing their 7-year old twin daughters to meet Seamus, too. They all fell in love with him and adopted him on the spot.

The woman is a stay-at-home mom, and the dad works from home two days a week and will run with Seamus every morning. The kids were very gentle and used to dogs, since their golden retriever died just several months ago. Best of all for me, they live in town, will let me puppysit when they go on vacation, and meet for park playdates with Cabana. They also plan to come back to the shelter for a few basic obedience sessions, so I'll definitely get to see him again.

Here's a photo of them all, disguised to protect their privacy--but I think you can still tell what a cute family they are!

I lent them Cabana's car couch so Seamus could lay in it for the ride to his new home. They have already emailed me with an update, saying he is doing really well, settling in nicely, and that they plan to buy a dog bed just like Cabana's. They sent me this photo of him. It gives me so much comfort to see him laying in Cabana's car couch--it's the perfect transitional love object for him. And the perfect new family.

Seamus' new name is Buster, named after some baseball guy, Buster Posey. Better Buster than Posey, I say.

It's a happy ending...and a happier beginning.

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A Final Decision

Here's Cabana, hanging out in Seamus' crate this morning. I wonder if she's laying in there because it's comfortable or because she hopes he's coming back.

Longtime blog readers may remember how hard and long I agonized over the decision to adopt Cabana after she was career changed (flunked out as a guide dog). Sitting on the fence without leaning in either direction is a terribly difficult and uncomfortable position to be in. A year and a half ago, I felt the full weight of making a 10+ year commitment to adding a canine member of the family to our household, and I didn't want to make the wrong decision. Now, everyday, I feel so blessed to have kept Cabana, and I can't imagine life without her. In the words of the witches in the musical Wicked, "I have been changed for good."

After sitting on the fence for the past week regarding Seamus, we have decided that we will definitely not adopt him. As you all have noticed, I adore that dog, and according to my husband, Seamus has "glommed" onto me. But I didn't get into fostering in order to adopt a second dog. After all, I'm not a crazy multiple dog person like many of you all are (wink wink, blink blink blink). If we adopt him, my life, house and heart will be too full of dogginess to continue to volunteer at the shelter. My goal is to help as many dogs as possible, not just one, and I'm fortunate to be in a position where I can do that.

There's also our 16-year old cat to consider, as well as the one-year old baby that I babysit fairly often. In two short years, both my daughters will likely be off at college, and we will have more room and wherewithall to consider another dog.

In the meantime, I'm going to do everything I can to help Seamus find an AWESOME home. I made a poster for him yesterday, with photos and a detailed description of his attributes. Today, I'll bring him back home with me for another mini-foster. And tomorrow, I'll show him at the Cuddle Shuttle, a mobile adoption unit, that will be parked in front of our local Petco. I'm going to exercise Seamus in the morning, brush him until he shines, and tell everyone who comes to the Cuddle Shuttle about how wonderful he is.

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No, No, No, We're NOT Adopting Him

Today, I dropped Seamus off at the shelter so he could be there for people to see and meet. If no one adopts him this week, we'll probably do another mini-foster next weekend. I was afraid that Seamus would be really unhappy to go back to the shelter, but when we got out of the car, he seemed fine, like, "Okay, I know this place. Whatever." I told the shelter director what I had observed about Seamus--he's housebroken, very teachable, extremely social, doesn't beg, doesn't bark, doesn't dig, no real bad habits at all that I could see. However, he was VERY stressed in the car, panting and breathing heavily, but we took him on a number of short car rides, and by this morning, he had already improved greatly. Anyway, I was really happy to have so much positive information to give, and the director thanked me profusely.

But I miss Seamus a LOT. This morning, my husband went for a 2-3 mile run with him and said he was a great running buddy, was awesome on leash and kept stride with him the whole way with barely a pant. There are so many things to love about Seamus, like how fascinated he was with squeaky toys. It seemed like he hadn't played with one before, the way he cocked his head at the sound and threw them in the air like a puppy.

Cabana will miss Seamus' huge crate, provided by the shelter. I would put a frozen Kong in his crate at night so he wouldn't be too unhappy in there. The first night, he whined for about 5 minutes. By the third night, he didn't need the Kong anymore--he went to sleep without a peep. Here, Cabana tries out the crate and checks to see if there's anything left in his Kong. She probably thinks, "That lucky guy, how come HE gets to sleep in a crate with a Kong and I don't?!" Freedom is so overrated, especially where peanut butter is concerned.

Seamus got along so well with all of Cabana's doggy pals. He rivals Cabana in his good social skills.

In this photo, Seamus is the little one! Big Leo makes him look like a dwarf.

Could two dogs get along any better? Cabana loved running and playing with Seamus...

...even when he was biting her on the butt.

Here's a full minute of them playing bitey face, which is probably more entertaining to me than to all of you. But it's sweet the way Seamus always lets Cabana have the upper hand.


Arrrgghhh, I KNOW he's a great dog, a perfect fit for us, and handsome, too. But please refer to the title of this post! We don't need a second dog, we don't need the expense, we don't need the dog hair, no, no, no!

Let's change the subject. The winner of the treat pouch giveaway is RAISER ERIN! Thank you again for all your wonderful feedback. I will post photos of the updated treat pouch with new and improved features soon!

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Fostering Seamus

The potential adopter never came back for Seamus, so yesterday, we brought him home for a 3-day mini foster. I still have hopes that the big man will come back to adopt Seamus, but in the meantime...we are enjoying him in our home.

After the initial stress of coming to a new place, Seamus has settled down beautifully. We kept him on tie-down for the first few hours, but he earned his freedom to be loose downstairs quickly. He seems to make mistakes once but when we tell him "no", he doesn't do it again. For instance, he "marked" our chair in the family room, but I told him "no" and took him outside immediately. Now he hasn't had any more accidents. Same goes for counter surfing, grabbing and chewing blankets, and picking up shoes--he tried them all once but doesn't persist after being shown that it's not appreciated.

Of course, Cabana is thrilled to have Seamus here and is very good-natured about sharing everything with him--her beds, her ottoman, her antlers and toys, and her humans.

Amazingly, Seamus fits through Cabana's doggy door! He does have to hunker down a bit, but he seems to love the novelty of being able to go in and out at his discretion, so he does it often.


This morning, my husband and I walked Seamus and Cabana, with a stop at our favorite park, where we saw all our weekend doggy pals. I brought a drag line for Seamus, but he didn't even need it. He was GREAT with every dog he met, and he stayed pretty close by. If he started to venture too far, I'd call his name (which he doesn't even know very well), and he'd come running. It took me a year to teach Cabana to do that! Seamus doesn't know any verbal commands, but he's great about understanding what we want and so eager to please us.

Our dog park friends said that we should adopt him NOW and not fool around with this fostering stuff. One guy at the park even said we'd never hear the end of it if we don't adopt him, and he offered to take care of Seamus for us every time we go on vacation!

Seamus does get along beautifully with our family and especially with Cabana. I could easily love Seamus, but I'm not convinced about keeping him. After all, he's a great dog that anyone would love, and my goal is to find a wonderful home for him. More specifically, a home that is NOT our wonderful home!

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His Name is Seamus

First of all, a huge thank you for all the treat pouch feedback I've received so far. It has been immensely helpful, and I'm going to try to incorporate a lot of the suggestions I received. I just got back from a fabric shopping spree of new colors--bright red, hot pink, purple, black, turquoise, and olive green. I'll put up a photo after I've made them. If you haven't commented yet, there's still time to enter for the giveaway!

Last week, I shared a bit about this German shepherd mix at the animal shelter. I said he probably wouldn't even get a name since he would be adopted so quickly. Well, after being at the shelter for about 3 weeks, now he has a name--Seamus. My husband met Seamus when he came to volunteer at the shelter with me and really liked him as I figured he would, so he agreed that we could try a mini-foster with Seamus. Yay! The shelter is closed on Sundays and Mondays, so a mini-foster is when people take the dog home on Saturday, then return the dog to the shelter on Tuesday. This gives the dog a break from the kennel environment, allows us to see what their home skills are like, and hopefully makes the dog more adoptable in the long run.

So yesterday, I took Cabana to the shelter to meet Seamus. I wanted to make sure they were going to be compatible before bringing him home this weekend, and I thought that meeting away from Cabana's territory would also be a smoother transition. Of course, they got along famously, so no surprises there. Saucy Cabana has a definite "thing" for big male German shepherds.

But while I was there, the training director told me that a man was very interested in adopting Seamus! She asked me to meet him and tell him what I knew about Seamus since I had worked with him the most (which sadly, is only about 4-5 times). So we all met in the get-acquainted room, and I told the man what I knew--that Seamus is a very sweet dog who doesn't seem to have any training or know any commands. I had been there when Seamus and his German shepherd buddy were dropped off at the shelter. They were brought in by a Hispanic man who spoke no English but was able to convey that he had "found" these dogs and was just dropping them off. My suspicion is that they were really HIS dogs, but he didn't want to pay the surrender fee. If the Hispanic man really was Seamus' owner, then it could be that Seamus just doesn't understand English!

In the get-acquainted room, it was apparent that Seamus really had bonded with me. He kept coming over to me, leaning against me for affection (he loves to be massaged), and ignoring the potential adopter completely! I didn't want to get in the way of any bonding they might be experiencing, so I thought it best for me to leave the room. But hopefully, the man was encouraged that Seamus is such an affectionate dog and capable of bonding with someone so easily in such a short amount of time.

Before I left, the potential adopter, who is a big burly outdoorsy man, said his previous dog died recently but that he owned a 1,000-acre ranch where the dog could run freely. He said the dog would sleep with him on his bed and go to work with him everyday. SCORE! What more could anyone want for Seamus!

I'll find out on tomorrow if the man ended up taking Seamus. If he did, hooray! If he didn't, then we'll get a chance to foster him after all. I think I'll be both happy AND sad with either scenario.

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Male Bonding

Today, my wonderful and supportive husband went with me to volunteer at the shelter. Saturday isn't one of my normal volunteer days, but I was worried that with Easter tomorrow, a lot of the regular volunteers might not be able to make it. The training director and other volunteers were enthralled that I had brought my husband. There are woefully few male volunteers there for some reason. Perhaps it's the same reason why there are disproportionately few male puppy raisers? I figure it has to do with the nurturing instinct.

This is Salem. I've been told that when he first came to the shelter, no one could get near him. But after tons of rehabilitative efforts, he is a gentle giant. Sweet as can be and look at that happy grin!

Here he is in the Chuck-It run. See what I mean about how narrow it is? A few more tennis balls bit the dust over the fence today.

My husband had a German shepherd when he was growing up, so when I saw this shepherd mix come into the shelter, I hoped my husband would have a chance to meet him. I suspect this shepherd had a little to do with his decision to volunteer today...in addition to wanting to spend time with me, of course.

This dog and another male German shepherd were picked up together as strays two weeks ago. I was shocked that the owners hadn't come to claim them. A few days ago, the other shepherd got a new home.

And this one is probably going to get adopted lickity split. Here he gets a cuddle on my husband's lap. The shepherd looks like he's about 2-years old, was super mellow once we got him out of the kennel, and walked calmly on leash for my husband. Yes, we'd kind of like to keep him for ourselves, but we know he doesn't need us. He'll be adopted so quickly that the shelter isn't even bothering to give him a name.

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New Beau Friend

This is Beau, a gorgeous 9-month old German shepherd. We've seen Beau a few times here and there since he was a tiny pup, but lately, he's been coming to the soccer fields to play on a regular basis.

Cabana and Beau hit it off right away, becoming instant romping pals. Maggie likes to get in on the action, too. Beau is a big guy at over 90 pounds, but being a young gentleman, he knows how to tone things down for smaller dogs (which, in comparison to Beau, is just about every dog).


Cabana doesn't go into a submissive roll for just anyone, but I think Beau's sheer size makes Cabana feel she should do it often. In this photo, Cabana looks like she's either scared or drunk--but neither is the case. One of Beau's favorite things to do while Cabana is laying quietly on her back, is to gently gnaw each one of her legs in succession. He does it so tenderly, it's kind of sweet. He also tries to put Cabana's entire head in his mouth, and it almost fits!

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