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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
Baron 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.
His owner sent this picture to the rescue’s Facebook page today, saying he loves to have his picture taken. I love these updates!
Wow, most energy so far this morning. Just running and barking for several hours. He finally passed out.
I need to vacuum, but I think I’ll wait until after he leaves this weekend. While most of these tufts are just balled up fur, one of Tennyson’s favorite things to do is grab onto Rodgers and then run off with a mouthful of fur.
Tennyson has an adopter! They came to visit him last night. A family with three young girls, they will be BFF’s. They plan on picking him up on Friday or Saturday morning. He was rather shy with them, but I think he was mostly just sleepy from a full day of activity.
When it was bedtime, he went into the kennel and passed out until his 4 a.m. trip outside, then back to sleep quickly. I failed at 6:45 a.m., though. I did get up and took him outside, but I wanted more sleep! I knew he wasn’t going to settle back down and since the house is pretty much puppy-proofed, I let him stay loose and crawled back into bed. I left the hall light on so I could see what he was up to for the most part. He played with Rodgers. I didn’t wake up until 10:30! Even w/o a puppy, I haven’t slept that late in a long time.
I got up to find the house intact and no accidents. Just duty on the papers by the deck door. What a good puppy!
It’s been nonstop play ever since. He went down to the basement to grab more toys. The light is bad, but you can tell he’s chosen to be a Packers’ fan.
This afternoon is a trip to the vet to get his microchip inserted. I also need to grab some candy in case any kiddos come trick or treating. We don’t get many, but usually a few.
When I got home last night, KJ had Tennyson in the pen in the basement. I heard him from the garage and asked if he was in the pen and he said, “yeah, I got tired of watching him’. My thought was, lucky he’s not a human baby!
After a restless Friday night, he passed out shortly after putting him in the kennel and didn’t wake up until about 4. I got up, took him outside, did his business and back to bed and he let me sleep until 7:30.
I have now spent the morning getting after him for EVERYTHING. He has approved things to chew on, but he’d rather chew on the carpet, corners of cabinets, toes, Brett, Rodgers and his favorite are the chair rungs. He is a busy boy. It’s hard to get pictures because he isn’t still for very long.