In his new furever home

Tiller met a couple in Golden Valley a week ago, and they loved him. He got on well with their collie, Seamus (pronounced Shamus, which I didn’t know). They thought it over and decided he would make a good addition to their home and I took Tiller over to stay last night.

The last few days here were hard because I was busy and wasn’t able to give Tiller the exercise he needed. His barking increased and he was getting into the garbage constantly. I explained this to Julie and Jason when I dropped him off. They had already planned a walk, which started as I left. Tiller didn’t give me so much as a parting glance ūü§Ē, but it really just told me he was happy ūüėĀ and in the right place.

I got an update this morning that they took him for a second walk and played with him, to wear him out.

He will settle down as long as they keep draining his energy. And as he gets older he will learn how to behave in his down time.


Sweet and gentle

The hershey squirts have passed but last night wasn’t any better at sleeping through the night. Thinking it’s just part of the transition process.

Tiller is a very sweet and gentle collie. Sensitive, which is also typical. He has interest in the kitties, and they are adjusting to him.

Things to work on:

  • He is good on a leash, doesn’t pull, but likes to wander/stand in front of me.
  • His counter surfing and thinking he can take what he wants.
  • Just being in the kitchen in general. My kitchen is very small and I am tripping over him as he wants to be right there.
  • He seems to be house broken, but when left in the downstairs kennel when I’m at work, he does do his business in there.
  • Distraction when he barks. He barks a lot.

We started out in the crate in my bedroom last night, but at some point in the wee hours I left him loose with the gate at the door, so he was confined to my room. He laid inside the open crate for the most part.

He seems to be scratching at his ears a lot. Don’t know if it’s a boredom thing, or if there is something deep down, as his ears are clear. When I get his chip I’ll have the vet look at them.

Tiller has arrived

Tiller meets Rodgers

Foster #29. Tiller is a blue merle rough coated male, about six months old. Very sweet, but needs a lot of work with manners. He knows ‘sit’ and is now learning ‘down’. He counter surfs as soon as I leave the kitchen. Will try to take food right out of my hand.

He’s thin and his coat is dry, but once his coat matures it promises to be long and thick. He has those really long outer hairs sticking out of the puppy fuzz.

We had a rough first night. I came home from work to lots of poop in the basement enclosure. Got that cleaned up and decided I would crate him overnight. He does appear to be crate-trained as he went right in and laid down. We were then up every couple hours with a serious case of diarrhea. While he seems to ride well in the car, I’m guessing travel day took its toll on his body.

I think it’s calming down now, though. We’ll see how the rest of the day plays out. I work again, so he will go back downstairs.

Second night much better!

It took him longer to settle down in the crate, but Sparky eventually slept and slept and slept, all through the night. He didn’t even want to get up when KJ left for work. I was awake, however, waiting for him to cry, so I could get him outside. That’s important, to teach him that crying is associated with wanting to go outside,

So now we’re up for the day at the crack of dawn for me. I think being home all day yesterday helped. I had him outside every few hours. I have a lot to do today, so he will be in and out of the basement kennel.

He’s getting along great with Brett and Rodgers and is trying to get Moose to play with him. Energy, energy, energy!

I literally scared the pee out of him when I screamed at the end of the Green Bay game when they won on a walk-off touchdown in overtime.

Sparky’s first night

It went really well. I got off work. KJ had left for a party and put him down in the kennel. I could hear him crying and hoped he hadn’t been crying for hours. I don’t think KJ was gone long, because Sparky hadn’t gone in the kennel and didn’t go outside, either.

I brought the crate in and got it set up in my bedroom, spent a little time playing, took him outside where he peed – party! Then went to bed. He cried for about five minutes, then settled down.

Woke up about 3:30, took him out, he peed – another party!

Back to bed, slept until 8:00. I’d say that’s a pretty good first night. This morning I hooked him onto the tie-out and out we went, pee and poop – party!

Now we’re hanging out. Sparky wants to play, Rodgers and Brett not so much. They did play last night, but I suspect my dogs want a quieter morning.

Vet appointment this week. Pretty sure he will get adopted quickly. He’s a puppy, eh?

My 14th foster – Jinny

Jinny’s family let me know that Jinny crossed the Rainbow Bridge today.

“Our family said good-bye to our beloved Jinny today. We adopted her from the MN-WI Collie Rescue organization when she was 5-6 years old in April of 2012. We will always remember Jinny as a kind and gentle dog. Saying good-bye is so hard, but we are so grateful for the years we had with her and all the wonderful memories. RIP dear girl.”

You can read more about her here. They’re all special, but Jinny was extra special. ¬†He surrendering family had too many pets and weren’t giving Jinny much attention, and felt she wasn’t good with children. I didn’t see it while fostering her and Brad and Amy decided she would be perfect for their family. Their daughter was a toddler and Jinny took to her immediately. They were the definition of BFFs. Jinny thrived in their home so full of love. I am so thankful they adopted her.

Hopefully fostering again soon

As some of you may know, I haven’t fostered for almost two years. In October of 2015 I tore my right Achilles tendon, then tore the left one a few months later in January. I spent the next six months falling over. Luckily didn’t break anything. I did acupuncture all last summer which helped with the pain and circulation, but not the flexibility. This past spring I started a therapy program through a chiropractor that has had really good results. I’m still a bit of a teeter-totter, but I’ve been able to take my own dogs for longer walks and the more I can walk, the more I strengthen the tendons. It’s been an extremely slow process and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be 100%, but it is progressing. Last summer I could walk one dog at a time just across the street to the park and back. This summer I can walk both dogs around the park.

This has kept me from fostering as I didn’t think I would be able to handle another dog, but I feel I’m strong enough again, finally, so I notified Mary, letting her know I was available for fostering. I’ve done some groups of puppies, waiting for transports and I hope to do that again, but I’m fully ready to take on real fosters.

Stay tuned!



When I fostered Jinny, her surrendering family said she didn’t like children and they had a houseful. That she would snap at them. My instincts told me they didn’t give her the attention she deserved. In my house I found her to be one of the most sweetest and gentlest of collies. You can see it in her face here.

This is another example of why fostering is so wonderful. To bring in a dog that was completely misunderstood and find a family who can nurture the heart of the dog.


eb7fb-baron_0175b15dBaron was my second foster dog, fostered in August, 2009 (before I started this blog). He came into rescue as a stray, running around Barron, Wis., for several weeks before someone caught him, closing him in their garage. He was transferred to MWCR from the county humane society. I drove up there and was told he was a high flight risk. We double leashed him and carried him to my car. Decided Baron was a good name for him on the drive back. It¬†took KJ pushing him from behind and me pulling from the front to get him out of the car. He was literally¬†fur, skin and bones. I don’t remember him needing a lot of house-training, so guessing he spent time inside, but his history was a complete mystery.

He spent the first week in my closet, but gradually came out of his shell, gaining confidence each day. When I write about fosters who give a visible sigh when they realize they are safe, Baron is who I think of. He was adopted by people in Iowa, who knew he needed patience and through their care has really blossomed.

baronHis owner sent this picture to the rescue’s Facebook page today, saying he loves to have his picture taken. I love these updates!