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Last weekend, I traveled down south to visit my Mimi!

Isn’t she adorable!! The best!  Sadly, this blurry awful photo is the only one we took together.  Pathetic isn’t it!  I’m going to be better about that next time.

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The just under 4 hour drive was uneventful enough.  Gorgeous weather permitted us to roll the windows down and enjoy the breeze – or 70+ mph winds.  Abbi loves the wind in her face … she just plops down, gets cozy, and rests her head on the door where the vibrations lull her to sleep.  Pebbles, on the other hand, suffered from car sickness as a puppy so nowadays, her spot is directly behind the driver. Anywhere else and she panics – climbing over anything and everything to get to “her spot.”

Angus and Piper also got to go.  As Angus is about to have to undergo heartworm treatment, he’s living up his “last days” to the fullest.  The Ranch was a perfect weekend for him and he was so anxious to get there he never sat down. Seriously, he didn’t!  Piper got her own personal space and security in a crate in the back. She was more than happy to not be crammed in the back row between frozen-stiff P and pacing A.

It’s an awesome place – the weekend was going to be full of memories.

(breath-taking view from the back porch)

We arrived, well I did – to freshly baked chocolate chip cookies! About 4 dozen that would barely last us the weekend 😉

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Mimi has three pets – Maggie, a loveable, pleasantly plump dauschund (VERY pleasantly) and then there’s the two kitties –  Ginger, and Tigger – neither of which were all too happy to have us there.  Ginger is the Bubbas mommy and Tigger their brother!

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can refer to ANY sort of separation like adopting out 2 cats & 3 dogs in a week?

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In order to experience the symptoms of withdrawal, one must have first developed a PHYSICAL DEPENDENCE warmth required for a good night’s sleep, snuggling needed to enjoy a movie, excitement demanded so I feel welcomed home.

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This happens after consuming one  ….. Pebbles

OR MORE ….. Abbi, Griff, Rhino, Piper, Mattie, Willow, SueAnne, Zoe, Corkie, Beck

of these substances for a certain period of time.

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Generally, a person will start to feel worse ….. Corkie, Willow & Beck adopted

AND WORSE ….. Zoe & SueAnne adopted

hit a plateau ….. I’m holding tight to Mattie and Piper

and then the symptoms begin to dissipate ….. ONLY because I’ve got a new pup coming tonight and a second Sat! AND potentially a new kitty in there somewhere!

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You may not be from around here but it was ab-so-lute-ly gorgeous!! I spent it outdoors, err WE spent it outdoors every moment we got.

Friday night I met Beck’s new family.  Boy is she a smart kitty lover! Beck is going to be one spoiled cat – brushed, petted, loved and adored as the only man of the house.  He’s one lucky kitty and I’m happy for him – his daily boxing matches with Rhino might have had the best of him soon .

We left Willow up at Petsmart in hopes that a week there would find her a good home and the Pebbles and I headed to Home Depot for some last minute training before her Therapy Dog test Saturday afternoon.

Soon we were home and happily greeted by the jealous herd there.  It was bittersweet without Beck and Willow to greet me at the door.

Saturday was a long FULL day – woken at 6am by Piper’s whining (a new thing she’s learned with confidence), immediately outside, I get breakfast ready because I’m here to serve them, all inside, eat, outside, give kitties nose drops (kitty cold from Willow), get scratched, chase kitty to give more drops, clean scratches, dress in grundgies, sweep, clean up breakfast, inside, crate a few, gather the rest, load up the car, everyone hop in, to the dog park, out, run, run, run, play, run, almost 3 hours later load up for home, they sleep, I clean (isn’t that how it always is?!), give kitties nose drops, bandage scratches, Pebbles and I go to our test, squeak out some nerves, test, test, test, PASS, celebrate, home, one-on-one times with those left behind, wonder if Willow got adopted, crate, I get “Kat time,” home, give kitties drops, outside, bed.

Sunday was pretty much the same with a few additions – church, home, lose Mattie, dog park, WILLOW GOT ADOPTED!, nursing home visit, home, another visit to family, do dishes, turn on disposal, find Mattie after she shot out from under cabinet, comfort scared kitty, laundry, bath 5 dogs and 3 cats, brush 5 dogs teeth, 2 dogs cry, 3 dogs hate me, 3 cats growl, clean 8 sets of ears, give kitties drops, lay down on couch, watch movie while dogs go wacko bc they’re clean, wake up with three kitties on top of me, two dogs on each side, crick in neck.

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What?  You hear something?  I didn’t hear anything.

I stood there trying to convince the Bubbas there wasn’t anything interesting tucked away behind those closed doors – much less two beautiful new fosters who happened to be of the same kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genius …. as them, though they typically claim a royal canine geneology.

The Bubbas weren’t convinced, so they grunted and went back to digging their way in, much to my dismay.  But then again, what’s another whole in the carpet?!  (please note the sarcasm!)

Because there’s a big old flashing red “No Vacancy” sign at my doggie motel, err home … I thought some classy kitties around would add charm and elegance.  So, I went and got two!

Willow is a Turkish Van. Unfortunately as evident as it is that someone, somewhere loved her dearly, she had been abandoned, picked up as a stray.  Beautiful, fluffy, with a soft endearing meow that allures you Siren-like to her in a trance –  “I must pet you, I want to pet you, I like to pet you” – and bamm you’re there all night at the cost of the eight others, who’s powers are evidently much weaker.  Or is it because she’s new around town.

Hailey is a Himalayan beauty.  Released by her family with a skull and crossbones collar and the name of 2ton – she’s nothing but sweetness.  Probably the softest cat I’ve ever known.  Her eyes, oh her eyes. Can’t you tell?! Okay, well, I picked the wrong picture.  I’ll get some more but for now – just trust me they are a stunning ocean blue!  She’s a knockout.  This morning when I went in to greet her, she was snuggled on her bed at the window cheerfully watching the morning begin around the neighborhood.

These two girls will truly be a blessing to the families that wait for them!  Tomorrow they go to the vet and I hope to have them up for adoption soon.

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Can you believe she’s here?!  Yes, the excitement is overflowing.  I want nothing more than to pamper and dote and love all over her, but I must resist.  She needs time.  She needs to build trust.  She needs to adapt.

It’s going to be a long, precious, rewarding experience for me and for her.

(it took about four hours before she would actually peek over the chair at me on the couch)

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Be sure and check back for news of our latest victory!

We’ll be celebrating them all … big or small!

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I have the best four ever though.  Let me just do a little shameless bragging here.  They don’t get too much attention on here, but they sure deserve it!

With all these pups coming in and going out – each with different temperaments, needs and even play styles – my four adapt perfectly.  The Bubbas are quick to trust and eager to cuddle.  As long as they get their time in my lap or their spot on the bed (well, any spot), they’re content and loudly purring.  Abbi has a unique affinity for little dogs and shy pups.  Her motherly instincts shine as she cleans their ears, nudges them for attention and follows closely behind wherever they go.  Pebbles on the other hand is the go-to playmate. She can adapt to any type of play – quiet and mouthy, keep-a-way and chase, tug-a-war and noisy.  But she’s also they one to willingly give up her own bed, treat or toy if they want it.

Their own personalities are a GREAT help to me as we help our fosters grow and trust.  They let them into their homes, their space with happy hearts and wagging tails.  Without these four, it wouldn’t be nearly as productive and structured (yes, even with a 7-1 ratio) home – ideal to help fosters become the best dog they can be, find families to love them and love back, and to stay adopted.

I love my four!  All we want is for someone to love our fosters and to give them a home where their personalities and quirks will add life to their family.

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What a spunky little girl you are.  Remind me so much of Pebbles when just a year ago she was your size with your energy.  You just don’t stop, do you?

Instantly, Pebbles adored you! Never bored, always looking for the next playtime, you and her chased each other until absolutely exhausted. Then you cuddled up with Abbi and took a short nap.  The Bubbas are glad you are so short and unable to jump on the couch because their ears are just too irresistible for you.




I love that you slept through your first night – completely.  I l ove that you are learning your name.  I love that sit is coming so easily in just a day.  I love that you love people.  I love that you are a bundle of energy and happy tails.

Your story is just beginning.  So stop howling and let’s get going.

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Not sure why this never posted – but it’s great! Well, it’s great now.

Nov. 21st.

Sprinting down the street, I watched a tan blurr stop every few moments, bury her head in a bush or around a mail box, and then trot, ever so proudly to the next curious spot.  No, you’re not supposed to chase a dog – but what do you do when they are free.  When they won’t respond to you.  When there’s an empty field at the end of the street, only leading one way – busy streets.

The cold made my throat scratchy in three strides and my bare feet were already feeling the pains.  But … Sunny was happy to be free and enjoying all those tempting sights and smells that she has to calmly pass each day on a leash, never permitted to leave the sidewalk.

On her fifth or sixth prance through the field, I left her. Pebbles and I went for the car – the lights would help us.  I grabbed a bowl of dog food to entice her by sound.  It was dinner time after all.

Twenty two minutes later, no Sunny.  Almost beat and on the brink of tears, feeling defeated by the darkness, I drove home the few blocks to see if just by chance, she was going to kind enough to come home.  My neighbor was just stepping off my stoop, smiling.  She had found Sunny and put her in my backyard.  Sunny had come home, to my utter surprise.  She did love us!

Her chance at freedom is long gone.  She will never jolt me so hard that her leash snaps again.  Sunny is forever limited to “running free” under the shadow of our eight-foot, plank-on-plank, holeless cedar fence.

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