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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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The Test

Warm cloudy days – the best for my three monsters to be outside playing while I’m off bringing home the bacon … err dog food … by the truck load!  The Bubbas even enjoyed the day outside (I’m sure part of the day was spent in one of my neighbor’s homes – doesn’t matter which, just any that had a door open!)  SueAnne probably spent it snuggled on the couch enjoying the peace! She got a prized spot without fighting for it – or just giving me the “sad eyes.”  I can be a sucker.  And the two new kitties – perched in glory and comfort in the guest room.

I was feeling a little good, a little confident, and a little sad.  Piper hasn’t gone to the bathroom in any sense in over THREE days.  Now this is quite normal for neglected dogs – as they are still trying to figure it all out.  She doesn’t like to even eat near me because that makes her vulnerable.  So, guilt-ridden, I decided to just let her hang out in the kitchen all day, knowing full well my cleaning skills would come into practice that night.

As I locked the door and headed to the car, I wondered if she would scale the half wall between my kitchen and living room.  Or would she sit on the widow seat and watch the others playing outside. Would she just sit in her crate or climb on the counters just to knock things over.  Her last few weeks, she’s pretty much been mellow but curious, so I wasn’t too worried.  She’s a sweet girl who is glued to my side when I’m there, unless she feels threatened and then zooooom … to her comfort spots.

But … on this day … I didn’t come home to a few potty spots to clean up.  I came home to a confused and scared – REALLY scared pup.  You can see it in her eyes!

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did you spot her? See the red collar?

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what is it with my blinds!!!!! Below was a flustering day – Pebbles had destroyed 6 windows worth – Piper has now gotten at the last one!  Victory is theirs, sadly!



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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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Transitioning into a new foster program hasn’t been easy for Kat.  She’s had to do lots of reading, asked lots of questions, and learned lots of new things.  We four are super excited about the change because we know what it all means – MORE FRIENDS!!

Today she took SueAnne and Zoe to an AAP at Petsmart. We were super jealous – Petsmart is like our second favorite place ever! We always get treats and toys there.  But she didn’t forget us and brought home treats!

Frisco Humane Society does their Adopt-A-Pet (AAP) events a little differently than Kat was used to.  She came home very happy though – met new friends (two-legged and four-legged) and learned new things.  SueAnne and Zoe met new friends too.  We hope they’ll find their own home soon – not because we don’t love them, we just want them to have a Kat of their own!

They said there were lots of other dogs there looking for homes.  She says you can find them on the Frisco Humane Society website.  Don’t you know someone in the DFW area looking for a furry friend?

She also got to see Danny! We miss him!!! He never tackled us, chewed on our ears, stole our toys, ate our food … but he did pee on Kat’s table … once.  She seems so thrilled about his new family. They love him! We’re happy!

Petsmart is like our second favorite place ever! We always get treats and toys there. Frisco Humane Society

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If the weather holds up, I’m driving to pick her up tonight. I’m really excited because the sooner I get her, the quicker she gets off her chain and out of the almost-freezing and rainy weather!

Since she’s coming from such a difficult situation, I feel it would be best to re-name her.  Surely Kara just isn’t something she treasures!  Let’s make her feel loved and appreciated with her own identity!

No we haven’t seen her but we do know she’s a black and white Border Collie with short hair.  Maybe a mix.

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Sometimes, foster dogs are puzzles.  They go through so much when they come to our home – new smells, new people, new sounds, new dogs, new experiences, new environment, new routines … cats! It’s a bit of a shocker at times and dogs need time to adjust.  Of course, they react – all differently. And for me, that’s the puzzle. What makes them tick? What will help them relax? Why won’t they eat or come out from under the bed or step on the carpet? So many opportunities to help this foster dog become the best dog they can be – to stay adopted!

SueAnne is a puzzle.  A small Chihuahua/Daschund mix, she’s only about 5 years old with a great deal of living to do.  Such a dear, who’s a little needy for my particular tastes – we’re both learning to give in that area.  She reminds me that petting her is showing her I love her and she is safe – and I remind her that she can be safe just sitting next to me or in the same room.

She absolutely loves riding in the car and is always the first to hop up.  Sometimes a little weary of other dogs and definitely those that are a little too pushy or energetic. Her favorite spot for some odd reason is underneath the dog chair – there’s a little pillow under there that suits her. It gives her quite a bit of security while easily able to pop her head out and see what’s going on. Always excited to see me when I get home from work, loves to gobble up treats, and quick to go to her crate.

Camera-shy. Sweet-natured. Cat-lover. Treat-hoarder. Crate-trained. Eye-batter. Tail-whipper (you wouldn’t believe how fast she wags her tail with excitement!) Paw-pusher. Slight-manipulator. Attention-needer. Smile-giver.

Sounds pretty easy, right? Yes, just about, but I just don’t get her. She hasn’t responded to any “techniques” in training. She doesn’t walk any easier on the leash, hasn’t learned to settle in on the couch if there’s another animal up with me, and still runs through doors even though she’s gotten herself hit with a few. (accidently of course! she’s quick.) It took her almost two weeks before she started eating regularly, three before she would be caught next to either of my ladies, and she still hasn’t learned calm even though she has to before coming inside, getting out of her crate, getting a treat/pet/love.

Basically we’re working on it all so she can get to that secure, safe forever home she so deserves.  She’s truly shown improvement … it’s me who’s learning most! Gotta get those pieces together.

She will miss her buddy, Danny!

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