Well, Buddy, as he was being called on 2-27 (Sat) had absolutely no energy, or personality and would just lay there and sleep, get up and hobble a few feet and lay down and sleep some more. BF decided Buddy was not the dog for him. I had to admit, little Buddy at that time, had the personality of a rock!

2-28 (Sun) I put an announcement of the local Freecycle, complete with his pic, looking for the owner. I didn't really think there was a previous owner wanting him, as he had no collar. I checked the newspaper and also with the local shelter.

3-1 (Mon) He was starting to make himself quite at home, thinking of the couch as his. How could I not let him up on it? Here he is with 'his' bear.

3-1 (Mon) I got an email from a Freecycle member who said that if Buddy was not claimed that she would welcome giving him a loving home. After asking a few questions and the member answering them to my liking, I decided that her home sounded good for Buddy.

3-2 (Tues) I took Buddy to the vet. A couple of pads on his front paws were injured (ice damage the vet said) and I wanted him healed up and to have his shots before going to a new home or back to his owner if he was claimed. The vet said he needed to wear an Elizabethen collar until his pads healed as he was keeping them raw by licking them. I talked to Buddy's new Mommy (she called to see what the vet said, bless her heart) and we decided she could have Buddy the next day.

Well the night of 3-2 (Tues) neither Buddy or I got much sleep with him wearing that big old collar. I decided he needed a couple of days here where he was starting to get familiar with things to adjust to the collar. We made plans for 3-5 (Fri) for Buddy to go to his new home, but those plans fell through and we rescheduled for 3-8 (Mon).

By 3-4 (Thurs) he was feeling a lot more comfortable with his collar, as shown here on the couch.

3-6 (Sat) BF came down again, and Buddy was all over him, wanting to frolic and play and wanted to lay beside him on the couch. BF couldn't believe the transformation in Buddy, and I think sort of regreted not agreeing to take him.

3-8 (Mon) I was supposed to meet Buddy's new Mom at 4 today, but she called, was in the area, and asked if she could stop by and get him early. I agreed to her picking him up, not particularly wanting to drive into town later to meet her.
Buddy barked and wagged his tail when he saw his new Mommy again. She picked up Buddy, and seemed so happy to see Buddy had more life to him than when she had seen him briefly last Fri. Buddy and his belongings left just a bit ago, and I miss him already. Already having 3 furbabies, I 'knew' keeping Buddy was just not an option (I know where to draw the line and can't keep all strays). It was amazing though how attached I got to him, knowing he was not mine and that he would be going to a new home.

His new Mommy told me she would keep me posted on how he gets along and will send pics. I sure hope Buddy isn't too confused for too long and that he settles in quickly with his new family.

Isn't he sweet looking?

Sue

~Iris

This is Ellie, about 3 months old when she arrived here late one night last June.

boy did we cry all the way home missing our " Sally Southpaw "
It's funny how we come to think of them as ours knowing we will hopefully be finding them a new good home.

God bless you

Well I found out this AM that Buddy's new Mom can't keep him and she is bringing him back at noon today. I honestly had tears of joy, while talking to her and making arrangements for him to come back here. All is well with him, she just found out that he much prefers to be outside and she doesn't have the time to give him the attention he needs.

I've changed my mind about not being able to keep him, plus BF also said he would have loved to have had him and that I should have never let him go.

Whoo-Hoo...I've got all the time in the world to give him as we 'play' outside all day everyday.

Will post new pics later today. I'm just so happy, happy, happy!

Sue

Hugs,
Wendy / sassyb.

My daughter brought home a "stray dog" last spring and the longer I spent looking for his owner, the more I was kind of hoping nobody would claim him because I was getting attached. He had such a lovable personality. We already had two dogs though. I posted ads, took him to the vet to have him checked for a chip and spent hours looking on the internet to see if anyone was looking for him since he turned up right after a bad thunderstorm and I really thought he might be a runaway.
I put stray dog in quotes above because I found out months later that he wasn't really a stray after all. My daughter who's in highschool set the whole thing up. She had a friend who was moving and couldn't take her dog with her. She knew I'd say "no more dogs" if she asked, so she "found" him out in our field. She even rubbed mud on his fur to make him look more like a stray, then brought him to the house and asked if we could feed him and take care of him for a few days until we found the owner. So of course we still have him. : )

Here is Buddy with a few new toys from the Goodwill. They were selling them $3.50 for a large bag. I sorted out the age inappropriate ones, and put some 'up' for him to have some new ones later on.

He and Ellie liked the pink monkey with the long arms and legs the best. They play tug of war with it and the monkey has since lost his tail and an arm.

Just exhausted...

Not long after getting Buddy back and getting him settled in to his new home here, Ellie disappeared. I was devastated, and put the word out everywhere in the hope of finding her. I spent 2-3 hours daily for a week, looking for her and talking to people for miles around, telling of a reward and giving out my phone number. I was horribly depressed, thinking about what 'might' have happened to her.

All of a sudden, one night I looked out at 3 AM, and there she was on the front porch, just like she had never left.
I brought her in and hugged her and cried. She was in good shape and wasn't even hungry. In fact she looked like she may have gained a little weight. I really think she was probably stolen and being held for a reward and that she somehow managed to escape. She has been quite the Houdini escape artist here.

Here she is just moments after her arrival back home after her week of traveling.

Here she is wet and muddy and not satisfied being confined to the tiled areas of the house.

I've sure had a lot of doggie woes this year.

Sue

I found out the other day that my ex told my parents that if it was between him and that cats, the cats would win. Well, he got one thing right.

My three grown kids have been brought up to love animals and love the cats.