Rottie Round-up

So far the Sibe of the Month Club seems to be inactive. But another breed has been showing up at the MaxFund shelter. Rotties!

I think that's short for Rotten, Mean Dog with no Tail.

I would be mean and rotten too if some human cut off my tail! But it didn't seem to affect Gremlin. She's half Rottweiler.

Gretel	Beauty
Medusa	Gabby
Ben	Bonnie & Claude

So MaxFund had 7 Rotties a few days ago when the Human Assistant was at the shelter. Gabby is in a foster home. But he took pictures of the others.

Gretel was just coming into the shelter the day he was there. I apologize for his pictures of doggies behind bars. I don't like to see them like that. But that's all he had time for that day.

Ben lost his toes on that one paw in a "run-in" with a car. But it looks like he's doing okay.

Bonnie & Claude were rough, tough Rotties barking at the world through their kennel gate. Until they got a Milk-Bone or two! Then they were H.A.'s best friends. He tried to take a picture of Bonnie begging for tummy rubs with her head in his lap. But it didn't turn out so good.

Anyway. That's what was going on at MaxFund that day.

-- photo of Gabby by Nicole Howard

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Lucky dog

I'm a lucky dog!

Especially since the Human Assistant is mad and didn't want to help me tonight.

Doubly especially since he's mad at himself and not me!  ::big Husky grin::

But I'm getting the sled in front of the team.

H.A. was thinking about going to MaxFund on Tuesday. That's because we went to a store called Wag N' Wash on Monday. So Gremlin and I went for a rare ride. And ... I got to go in!

So actually, I was lucky on Monday too!

Anyway, they gave us bags and bags and bags of dog food to take to MaxFund. They said it was expired. Dead? I don't know. But H.A. was happy to take it.

So he was thinking about going to the shelter on Tuesday. Then they called him.

Uh oh!

They called about one thing that wasn't important. Fund raising, I think.

Then they talked about something else. Ten baby puppies were coming in!

Not as young as the newborns in the picture. But only 17 days old!

They asked if he would foster some of them, and he said yes!

Oh wooooo!

Now, 17-day-old puppies would not be getting in my way - yet. But they would take attention away from me!

Plus, getting up every 25 minutes or whatever to feed them would make H.A. very sleepy. He forgets things when he's sleepy. I don't want him to forget to feed me!

I mean us. Gremlin and me. If he fed her and not me, of course I would eat her food. So that would be no problem. But if he forgot to feed both of us ... big problem!

Now, the H.A. did not sleep well Monday night. So he was forgetful Tuesday morning. He got to the shelter and didn't have his camera. This was a good thing! A lucky thing!

No camera meant not spending time taking each puppy's picture. And fixing each puppy's picture. And putting each puppy's picture here on the blog.

Not spending time on puppy pictures means not thinking about them. Which means not getting all mushy about how cute they are. And how helpless. And how much they need their Human Assistant.  Ptooie!

Of course it also means having more time to spend on me! So that was lucky thing number one for me.

Lucky thing number two was that their human mom only brought in six puppies instead of ten. At two puppies per foster home, that meant that MaxFund only needed three fosters. And four volunteered. So H.A. backed out. No baby puppies here!

Later in the day he realized that he did have his camera at MaxFund! It was in the car. He was too sleepy to remember - see what I mean?

So that's why he's mad at himself. Coulda had pictures. He says they really were cute puppies. Maybe one of the foster homes will take some.

While he was at the shelter, mr_ed also walked Medusa.

You may remember that I mentioned her last week.

Once again, H.A. stopped at the car to get his walking stick and glasses, and in jumped a dog!

I guess I'm lucky he didn't jump in too and bring her home.

One other lucky thing.

He took a long time getting home. That doesn't sound lucky, but....

He found out that the big dogs at MaxFund like a particular treat that I like too! So he bought three big boxes of it. He brought one of them into the house. The other two will go to the shelter.

Maybe today, he says. I sure hope I'm lucky and MaxFund doesn't call and ask him to foster somedoggy else!

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p.s. -- no word on dropping the blog yet.


-- photo of Medusa by Nicole Howard
-- photo of newborn puppies from Wikipedia

Hey, Lucy!

I've spent the last week making sure that Payton the Paw does not come to my house.

SUCCESS !

Payton's adoption must have gone through on Friday or Saturday. But he didn't go to Ringo's home. The woman that I mentioned took him on a trial adoption. Probably to make sure he plays nice with her Husky mix-up.

HOWEVER !

The Human Assistant is still looking for another dog to bring home! He's thinking I might not mind a large, senior female type.

Just to show him that this doesn't give any dog an automatic pass, I rolled and pinned Gremlin today. And she's been with H.A. for more than 13 years!

I brought my mid-day apple into the house and plopped down in the dining room. She should've gotten up and given me more space. I'm sure she knew I was feeling cranky. When I finished my apple, I jumped on her. H.A. was mad at me because Gremlin was all crying and stuff. Well, hey. Welcome to a Husky household!

I mentioned Lucy here a couple of days ago. Her MaxFund picture is all sad-eyes like Payton's was. H.A. took some too:

	Hey, Lucy!

Tell you what. She was surrendered for not getting along with other dogs.

H.A. says her family had her for quite a while before they decided that. More than a year, anyway. Why did it take so long to figure that out??? He's trying to find out if anyone at MaxFund heard something believable. Something besides, "she's 9 years old."

He thinks if I don't like her, I may like somedoggy else:

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Medusa at MaxFund	Gabby at MaxFund

You know, I kinda don't think so!

These dogs don't have enough fur to keep them warm when H.A. leaves the back door open for me. Which he will continue to do, of course, through the winter.

They also have no tails. Almost none. Like Gremlin! She is part Rotten. I mean, Rottie. So her first people cut off her tail while she was still a little puppy.

A man wanting a Rottie was at the shelter Sunday. And he wanted one for good reasons, not for like protecting him from police raids while he deals drugs.

So maybe H.A. will get lucky and the man will take both of these dogs! H.A. doubts it. He even says the man might adopt a Dobie instead.

I won't show Doobers right now because the ones at the shelter are only a year old. H.A. doesn't think that 13-year-old Gremlin and 9-year-old me would put up with one that young.

Anyway. We'll see what happens.

-- photos of Gabby and Medusa by Nicole Howard