Oh Man... I used to think puppies were awesome.... now I'm an expert at certain things I just wish I could forget.... Like 6 puppies can produce almost 150 little piles of poop a day. They can dispense with enough pee to actually create a stream. Then there are the things I remember most fondly.... Puppy kisses.!!!
Momma left this weekend. Lady's in her new foster home and hopefully will find her new forever home soon. I was told she's missing her babies pretty bad and just can't seem to find them. That broke my heart.
I took her to the adoption event at the Petco at Baileys Crossroads this past sat. Roux went along for some required socializing and a slight reminder that she's got the life. I could have easily adopted her out 20 times that day. She won every ones heart.... something about her and little old ladies.... Must be her eyeliner!!!
We stayed the whole afternoon. As Lady was being walked away, her foster mom stopped to chat with someone. Lady turned around towards me, sat down and lifted her paw. Another foster parent exclaimed "Oh My god, she just waived goodbye to you". That's when I made my exit. I had told her I would take the best care I knew how of her little ones, but how could I know she would understand. Her drama really is over now... no more litter after litter and getting left at a shelter. I really wanted to keep Lady. She was a Lady. She had poise and grace and heart bigger than her ears. I missed her terribly on the ride home that afternoon, and I miss her every time I hold her pups and help them forget the momma that would have given her life to protect them. I guess that's me now...
So, Sunday, Steve and I washed ALLLLL the blankets and towels and rugs.... Everything.
We even washed the pups. They were covered in fleas... well not covered, but there were enough that it was uncomfortable and fleas multiply SOOOO fast. Dawn dish soap is an amazing product.
Safe on the pups, and since there isn't anything on the market, for pups under 8 weeks, that's what we used. Now they're all clean again and the fleas are gone. To make sure they didn't get a chill, after Steve got each one good and dry, we put them in an old trunk in the living room where it was the warmest. I scrubbed the porch down and by the time the pups were ready to be moved back out to their kennel, most of mommas scent was gone. I'm sure with those noses they've got... they'll ALWAYS smell her, but we tried.
We also introduced their little dagger teeth to chew toys. Mental note.... always wear shoes around puppies..... OUCH!! How could something so cute and so cuddly EVER hurt? Come on over and try out those teeth..... go ahead and dangle an appendage in front of them and see what kind of stump you pull back. I'm just kidding, but their little teeth are sharp!!
Six little fat, wrinkly, squirmy, squeaky, poopin an peein little lumps of luvin.
They came here with names... like they'll ever learn them before 8 weeks, but we don't
use them and I've chosen to forget them. We've been referring to them as BP1 - BP6
(
Basset
Puppy)
I'm just happy that I've figured out which ones are male and which ones aren't.
To try and give them names would probably blow a brain fuse right now.
Besides, if I thought it was hard to see their momma go.......
...... the LAST thing I want, is to know their names when they're ripped away from my heart in 3 weeks. Three weeks..... I feel like I have cancer and was told how long I had. Of course I know it's not that serious. If I wanted, I could choose to stay in touch with the new parents, but they'll have lives of their own and probably little time for some sentimental old fool in WV.
Believe it or not, I've sort of fostered dogs before, just not for a rescue. I've done it on my own and yes each time it's hard to let them go. It's an emotional cycle I reckon.... Maybe it's like I described it last weekend. When the depression is so bad that your world seems to be crashing around you..... a hug and a lick can make it all better. A dog won't ask you if you're alright and get upset if you can't answer. A dog just knows you aren't happy and lays their head on your lap. Unconditional Love, they may not understand everything you do, but they'll never doubt you.
When there's pain in your heart... along comes the joy... wagging their tail and your reward is licks and hugs. I guess that's why it's always so hard to say goodbye. No matter what bad things they might have done, they never meant it. Keeping you happy was always their goal even if they got sidetracked.
I know I made, "rules for fostering", but if I had to break one..... the last pic is of the sweetest little girl in the litter. She's also the tiniest one....... and don't tell anyone this.... but her name is Bella!!
I took her to the adoption event at the Petco at Baileys Crossroads this past sat. Roux went along for some required socializing and a slight reminder that she's got the life. I could have easily adopted her out 20 times that day. She won every ones heart.... something about her and little old ladies.... Must be her eyeliner!!!
We stayed the whole afternoon. As Lady was being walked away, her foster mom stopped to chat with someone. Lady turned around towards me, sat down and lifted her paw. Another foster parent exclaimed "Oh My god, she just waived goodbye to you". That's when I made my exit. I had told her I would take the best care I knew how of her little ones, but how could I know she would understand. Her drama really is over now... no more litter after litter and getting left at a shelter. I really wanted to keep Lady. She was a Lady. She had poise and grace and heart bigger than her ears. I missed her terribly on the ride home that afternoon, and I miss her every time I hold her pups and help them forget the momma that would have given her life to protect them. I guess that's me now...
So, Sunday, Steve and I washed ALLLLL the blankets and towels and rugs.... Everything.
We even washed the pups. They were covered in fleas... well not covered, but there were enough that it was uncomfortable and fleas multiply SOOOO fast. Dawn dish soap is an amazing product.
Safe on the pups, and since there isn't anything on the market, for pups under 8 weeks, that's what we used. Now they're all clean again and the fleas are gone. To make sure they didn't get a chill, after Steve got each one good and dry, we put them in an old trunk in the living room where it was the warmest. I scrubbed the porch down and by the time the pups were ready to be moved back out to their kennel, most of mommas scent was gone. I'm sure with those noses they've got... they'll ALWAYS smell her, but we tried.
We also introduced their little dagger teeth to chew toys. Mental note.... always wear shoes around puppies..... OUCH!! How could something so cute and so cuddly EVER hurt? Come on over and try out those teeth..... go ahead and dangle an appendage in front of them and see what kind of stump you pull back. I'm just kidding, but their little teeth are sharp!!
Six little fat, wrinkly, squirmy, squeaky, poopin an peein little lumps of luvin.
They came here with names... like they'll ever learn them before 8 weeks, but we don't
use them and I've chosen to forget them. We've been referring to them as BP1 - BP6
(Basset Puppy)
I'm just happy that I've figured out which ones are male and which ones aren't.
To try and give them names would probably blow a brain fuse right now.
Besides, if I thought it was hard to see their momma go.......
...... the LAST thing I want, is to know their names when they're ripped away from my heart in 3 weeks. Three weeks..... I feel like I have cancer and was told how long I had. Of course I know it's not that serious. If I wanted, I could choose to stay in touch with the new parents, but they'll have lives of their own and probably little time for some sentimental old fool in WV.
Believe it or not, I've sort of fostered dogs before, just not for a rescue. I've done it on my own and yes each time it's hard to let them go. It's an emotional cycle I reckon.... Maybe it's like I described it last weekend. When the depression is so bad that your world seems to be crashing around you..... a hug and a lick can make it all better. A dog won't ask you if you're alright and get upset if you can't answer. A dog just knows you aren't happy and lays their head on your lap. Unconditional Love, they may not understand everything you do, but they'll never doubt you.
When there's pain in your heart... along comes the joy... wagging their tail and your reward is licks and hugs. I guess that's why it's always so hard to say goodbye. No matter what bad things they might have done, they never meant it. Keeping you happy was always their goal even if they got sidetracked.
I know I made, "rules for fostering", but if I had to break one..... the last pic is of the sweetest little girl in the litter. She's also the tiniest one....... and don't tell anyone this.... but her name is Bella!!
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2 comments:
i think steve gave them fleas..
dont let steve read this thou - u know those mad scientists and their revenge...
This message is from Christopher:
"Dear Gramps, I love your puppies, and they are really really cute! They are my favorite puppies."
I hope we can get by your way while you still have them. You two are going a great thing, giving the pups and their momma a rescue home, where they are taken care of in the best of ways. I have to wonder if this is your way of making up for misdeeds in a past lifetime? LOL!
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