Roscoe went out the back door for a walk just as I was coming in the front door of Animal Control. That gave me a few minutes to talk with Lisa and Alicia. They had a packet made up for me with the transfer form, shot record and a microchip kit.
Roscoe came back in via the front door, and when he saw me standing there he just EXPLODED in happiness: bounced around then stood up, wrapped his paws around my neck and licked my face. Now I need a shower! When I took him out to the truck he leapt up onto the tailgate and pawed at the door of the transport box, “Let me in, let me in, I want to go home!” He sang a song all the way home!
He’s still got a little skin thing going on with his rump. A dose of Fipronil might clear it up if it’s just skin mites. I’ll have Amy take a look at that when she can.
This afternoon I’ve been busy indoors, and Roscoe has been lounging on his Coolaroo in the sunshine enjoying life on the mountain. No fussing or barking. All the other dogs have been out to say, “Welcome back”.
I have a large crate set up for Roscoe to sleep in our house at night, because it gets cold enough at night that his short fur will not protect him much. He’s been inside before and did really well.
Roscoe’s original owner was incarcerated. While in jail he asked his mother to look after Roscoe. She agreed, but Roscoe ate her cat (NOTE: Roscoe is NOT good around cats), and she turned him over to The City of Newport Animal Control.
Roscoe is big and strong and bouncy. He doesn’t realize how big he is. But he is not at all mean (except with cats). He is affectionate and playful. He loves tennis balls.
Leash Walking: He pulls like a tractor! Only strong people should even try this or you *will* become a sled.
Crate Trained: Yes. He goes into a crate for a bribe and is calm once in there. Make sure he has a nice thick blankie!
Destructive of bedding: He was very good to his bedding while staying with us for Day Camp. Marie even made him a custom crate mattress (because he does SO appreciate such comforts) and he loved it. We took it with him when I took him back to Animal Control, and before I was even out the door he had shredded the mattress.
House Broken: Not yet
Rides well: No. He gets rowdy inside our truck. Does better in a transport box in back, but expect him to sing/talk to you a lot.
Good with other dogs: Has shown no aggression at meeting others through the fencing.
Jumping up on people: When he gets excited, but mostly he will lean against my legs and ask for scritchies when he wants attention.
Comes when called: Sometimes, but he takes he scenic route.
Ellie has had kind of a tough row to hoe over the past few months. We don’t know what her life was like before, but mid-summer she showed up at the home of a local resident: Deb. Deb did the responsible thing and tried to get her back together with her family — except no one ever came forward to claim her. But Ellie is a sweet, gentle girl, so Deb hung onto her.
After a while that got to be inconvenient. Mostly because Ellie chased her cat and the cat never came back. Hound dog, small furry creature that runs; maybe not the best combo.
When the local animal shelter re-opened, Deb took Ellie down there. A shelter employee decided to take Ellie home because her husband hunts coons. But they found out that THIS hound don’t hunt, (at least not for him) so Ellie came back to the shelter.
Ty arrived here on October 29th, 2017. What we know of him is from scraps gathered here and there from different people.
He’s 7 to 10 months old and not yet neutered.
Australian Shepherd mix.
He weighs about 25 pounds.
He’s good with other dogs.
Is great with older children.
Loves car rides.
Is leash trained.
Is crate trained.
Is house trained.
Is non-destructive of bedding and toys.
Ty was an apartment dweller, which is hard enough for an active dog, but that apartment was located above a BBQ restaurant! Can you imagine the torture that was for him? So that was not very successful; which is not surprising since he is an Australian Shepherd. (Aussie’s are true working breeds: unemployment does not sit well with these guys! Since being here he has assigned himself as Head Beagle Herder — much to Josephine’s chagrin.) Continue reading Ty Steele: Notes On A Rescue Dog→
Roscoe is a large, powerful “pit bull” who has been a long time resident of Newport Animal Control (Tennessee). Because of breed specific prejudice, “pit bull” type dogs are often less adoptable than other breeds.
Roscoe’s presence here is different from most dogs we care for because he continues to reside at N.A.C. but comes here for Day Camp sessions to be evaluated and trained for application to the Universal K9 program, which trains “pit bulls” to be police dogs and is funded by the Animal Farm Foundation, Inc.
Our pal, Buddy Wingo went to Cedarwood Veterinary Hospital this morning for a follow-up appointment.
He’s had a hemispherical lump growing in the gash that HairyFace has been tending. The gash was healing nicely: skin closing over the exposed flesh, no infection (thanks to a honey of a new treatment). By this morning just a small crack was left and the lump standing proud. We all hoped the skin would climb up over the lump and the lump would eventually be reabsorbed into his body. But that wasn’t happening. In fact, the skin was digging in under the lump.
From: Newport Animal Control
(held there since early July)
Age: 1 year (approx.)
Weight: approx. 75 lbs
This fit young fellow is energetic, adventurous and up for anything. He’s ready to join your active lifestyle.
Among his favorite things are peeing on inanimate objects, truck riding, and playing with friends. He dislikes snooty folks who won’t pet him (that would be people: he has yet to meet a dog he didn’t like).
She appears to be a Black & Tan Hound. She is as sweet as can be.
We were told she’s 3 years old. The vet at her spaying said 6 months. Jen and I think more like just under a year.
She gets along with other dogs, she gets along with cats, not so good with chickens, and she rides well. We’re told she’s a “gate climber”, but we’re not sure what that means. She’ll be on a long lead when in the yard until we know if she’ll be going “over the wall” at her first opportunity. She is a little timid at first with people, but warms up quickly and becomes affectionate. Did I mention that she’s really sweet? This Nutmeg is sweet as sugar. Continue reading Nutmeg: Notes on a Foster Dog→
Buddy Wingo is an 8 year old beagle who was picked up by Animal Control on August 1st. While in their care he was attacked by three large dogs. An eye witness said Buddy didn’t fight back, the others were going to kill him and he was going to let them. That’s how sweet-natured this guy is.
Until recently Buddy looked like something out of a Frankenstein movie: criss-crossed by lines of sutures where Cedarwood’s staff cleaned up his torn flesh and stitched him back together. He had a flap of flesh three-fingers deep hanging off his neck that left is trachea and neck tendons exposed. His rump was torn up just as badly. Cedarwood’s staff was not sure he was going to live; many vets would have just put him down, but they tried … and succeeded!
He’s also had some plastic surgery to deal with granulations and scar tissue. Buddy Wingo has been in intensive care at Cedarwood for a month, but now he is ready to go into rehabilitation and can be moved to a medically aware foster home. That’s where we come in. Continue reading Buddy Wingo: FrankenFoster→
Blondie Bear; in her sweet, misguided way, says he was nuttered: which is still correct if you think about it.
That first afternoon he was pretty sore and walked around stiff-legged on the back end.
He had a good nap that afternoon and was feeling better that evening. But he started licking at his incision. This has to be discouraged because keeping the incision wet promotes bacterial growth, which quickly becomes an infection. Since he’s due to transport out next Friday we really do not want that. Continue reading Julian Gets Nuttered→
Shiloh arrived here on the evening of July 28th, 2017. I picked her up from the mobile spay/neuter clinic after her surgery. Fortunately I used a large transport box for this because it took hours before she was able to stand and walk about on her own. I have a loading dock on my workshop, so I just slid the box from the back of my pick-up onto the dock and into the workshop and let her rest until she was ready.