Archive | February, 2013

I’ll have a short Mocha, please.

22 Feb

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While I’m not a Gold Card Member of Starbucks by any means I have recently fallen in love with the Brindle Mocha. This Brindle Mocha is not a coffee drink, but is addicting in nature and has a heartwarming effect on people. Best of all she is currenlty residing in my house while she searches for her forever family.
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I can’t get enough of her. She’s a teeny pocket size pittie (weighing about 30 pounds at 6-7 months old) with a larger than life personality. I go back and forth on whether she’s more like a gymnast or a football player. Sometimes she’s gracefully hopping through the snow, always with incredible power but in adorably cute strides, or she’s sashaying across the floor going straight into her high-flying grande-jete onto the couch. While other times she’s shoulder-checking her foster brothers who are 2 and 3 times larger than her or flying into your knees with the grace and power of Hagrid (any Harry Potter fan’s here?)

This is what they were doing while IIII cleaned the house.  Way to pull your weight kids.

This is what they were doing while IIII cleaned the house. Way to pull your weight kids.

Mocha is incredibly energetic and athletic, but she’s also very manageable. She can stop and listen to you in the middle of her playing even though she’s at, arguably, the most hyper/non-attentive age of her life. She is potty trained, she knows “sit”, and “go kennel”, she knows to sit until her food bowl is down, and she “knows” she wont get attention unless all of her feet are on the ground (she has a few problems following this rule even though she does seem aware of it). She knows when she’s supposed to quit playing and she’s working on “down” and “off” (as in “off the couch”- she doesn’t particularly like this one). She’s inquisitive and is a quick learner. All of this rolled in to a tiny little brindle package makes her just about as cute as one little puppy can be.

Because she’s so stinkin’ cute it’s really hard not to adore her. It’s harder still not to fall in love with her. Chase and Mylo are wrapped around her petite little toes, and foster daddy thinks she’s just the right size to be his lap dog. Mocha agrees with foster daddy and to date he is the only one that can get her to snuggle on her back.

Can foster dad get any cuter with this little girl?

Can foster dad get any cuter with this little girl?

Since we can’t keep her ourselves without giving up our foster-career Mocha is on the hunt for a forever family of her own. Her ideal applicants would love dogs, love to exercise, love to give her yummy treats, and would be excited about furthering her training. If you’re in love with Pocket Pitties Mocha is the girl for you! She’s patiently waiting.

Foster brothers are keeping her company while she waits for her furever family.

Foster brothers are keeping her company while she waits for her furever family.

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Hartley, My Heart.

11 Feb
My Heart.

My Heart.

I have loved animals all of my life. I always loved my family dogs, I loved horses and horseback riding as a kid and I always wanted to work with dogs when I grew up. Everything I thought I knew about loving dogs all changed when I saw Hartley’s face on Petfinder in February of 2009. I knew I HAD to have this dog. I was 21 years old and living on my own. This was going to be MY first dog. I filled out my adoption papers 20 minutes before someone else tried to adopt him. It was meant to be.
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Hartley was a 12 week old Lab-Mix puppy. My vet declared right away that he was probably a Pitbull-mix. That was fine with me, I’d been in love with Pitbulls for the past 5 or so years. No wonder I fell so hard for his picture.

So Snuggly.

So Snuggly.

Hartley and I instantly fell in love. I was 21 and had a pretty busy lifestyle so I simply brought Hartley with me. Everywhere. Hartley came to friends houses with me, Hartley came to my parents houses with me (even though he wasn’t invited). Hartley came grocery shopping with me or to school with me if I had a short day. He loved being in the car and I loved that I could walk him during my breaks. Hartley and I spent our time camping, at the cabin, or hiking. I was so much more active than I’d ever been before. We even played outside at night which would have scared me before.

Can I come with?

Can I come with?

Before I had Hartley I used to have terrible sleeping problems. I was always scared at night and I could never just FALL ASLEEP. When Hartley was about 7 months old I stopped making him sleep in his crate and let him sleep in bed with me. Every night he slept in the crook of my legs with his head on my legs. Suddenly I wasn’t afraid anymore. I listened to, and felt, him breathing and I fell asleep.

My life changed when I brought little Hartley home. I loved that I was responsible for his life. I loved coming home after work because that was Hartley and Chelsea time. I loved that he made me active and I loved that, with Hartley, winter was fun. I couldn’t just sit indoors anymore.. Hartley needed to be exercised. I learned that if I bundled up, playing in the snow was actually fun.
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My dad was always so amazed by Hartley’s attachment to me. He used to say that Hartley orbited around me. Even off leash he rarely went more than 50 yards from me. He would chase me on the four-wheeler no matter where I went.

Me and My Baby

Me and My Baby

This was the first time in my life that I had experienced THIS kind of love and devotion. He was my whole life, my whole heart and soul. Nothing made me happier than Hartley did. And he also made me fall in love with Pitbulls even more. The love and devotion that this little Pitbull gave me was more than I ever could have dreamed of. He was my best friend and the love of my life.
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One year after I brought little Hartley home and into my life he got really sick. He was throwing up and very lethargic. It turned out that he had ingested rope from a rope toy, and the next day he died in surgery. His intestines were completely shredded and there was nothing they could do to save him. He was in so much more pain than I ever knew. The night before he died he didn’t act like he was in pain. He just wanted to be with me. I didn’t even say goodbye. I was so relieved that he was going in to surgery because I was convinced it would help him. I didn’t get to say goodbye until after he had died. He would have done anything for me and I completely failed him.

Hartley died 3 years ago and I still can’t believe he’s gone. His death wrecked me. I still can’t think about the last couple of days that I had with him without crying.

I love Mylo and Chase with all of my heart but Hartley will always be MY HEART. Hartley changed my life and opened my eyes to real undying devotion. He gave me my strong passion for dogs and gave me an unwavering commitment to Pitbulls.

I’m now overly cautious with my dogs, and I worry ALL the time. I don’t want to ever go through that pain again. Saying goodbye to his lifeless body was the worst moment of my entire life. But, I am thankful that I had one year with Hartley, my angel, and I will always have unwavering affection for the dogs in my life, because Hartley would want me to.

I thank Hartley for showing me what is important in life. He died three years ago yesterday, so this post is for him.
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Harltey, I hope you’re having fun over the rainbow bridge. I miss you every day. I’m sorry we didn’t get more time together, but thank you for sending me Mylo and Chase and all of my fosters to bring me some comfort, and some more love.

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