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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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You want a perfect dog? I suggest a stuffed animal.

23 Jan

Chase curled up.

Chase curled up.

Mylo curled up.

Mylo curled up.

I LOVE my dogs. I think they’re amazing and I think they’re perfect. I love that they’re always excited to see me, I love that they sleep in bed with me, I love that they follow me around in the house and I love that they think they’re lap dogs. But in reality my dogs are far from “perfect”.

Can we share this couch?

Can we share this couch?

Some examples?
For starters, Chase has strands of slime coming from his mouth anytime that food is around. He likes to wipe them on Mylo or unsuspecting humans. Sometimes he shakes his head and they land on himself. Either way, it’s gross.

Next, when Mylo drinks water I’m pretty sure that when he’s done he purposefully takes an entire mouthful and then procedes to walk all over the house spitting it out. This is also his favorite time to do a drive-by lick, which is annoying enough without the extra cold and wet tongue.
More?
They SHED. Constantly. I mean, ALL OVER.
Sometimes they get sick all over the carpets.
They jump on me when I get home from work. They cant contain their joy.
They accidentally knock stuff over and purposely rip apart toilet paper and other garbage.
They need exercise even when it’s cold or rainy. Without it they bounce off the walls.

And this is them as ADULT dogs.

Dirty sandy fun.

Dirty Sandy fun.

When Mylo was a puppy he could get into ANYTHING. No matter how much we puppy-proofed if he was alone and un-crated for more than 10 minutes he’d find SOMETHING to get in to.
When my husband and I first started dating Mylo was 6 months old and one day, while I was at work, he had diarrhea ALL over the bed while I wasn’t home-and not HIS bed, my husbands bed (this is consequently how he got his nickname “Stinky”).
Mylo has never been able to have any toys other than Nylabones and Kongs because he destroys EVERYTHING.

He looks so innocent sometimes..  Notice the wet hair from swamp water.. "Stinky"

He looks so innocent sometimes.. but notice the wet hair from swamp water.. “Stinky”

When Chase was a puppy he nervous-peed until he was about 1 year old. He weighed 80 pounds far before he quit so when he nervous-peed we ended up with a lake on the floor.
He ate my favorite pair of boots (which I foolishly left on the ground) and he still thinks that we are murdering him anytime we try to cut his nails. In order to avoid murder he thrashes around like a mini-dinosaur. It’s very irritating.

Dirty dogs.  But you can't be mad because they're so cute!!

Dirty dogs. But you can’t be mad because they’re so cute!!

In spite of all of these things Mylo and Chase are great dogs. They are well behaved in the house (except for their initial excitement when we come home or someone new comes), they are fantastic with other dogs, they love people, they listen off leash, they walk decently on their leashes and they know their basic obedience commands. They know what’s expected of them and they know what they can get away with. They always know they’re going to be in trouble for doing something wrong, but they’re DOGS. They slip up. They’re young and hyper and it’s our job to continue to work on their obedience.

For those people looking for a “perfect” dog I strongly suggest you think again. A real dog lover understands that “poop” happens. Literally. All dogs have their own quirks and flaws. When you love them you adore them for their flaws and you are willing to work with them on bad behavior. When you’re really ready for a dog you’ve accepted the fact that your house will not stay hair free and your clothes will not be goober free.

If you can’t love something that spills water, is a messy eater, sheds, drools, or occasionally eats a shoe I suggest a stuffed animal. 🙂

And, for those of you who read this.. lucky you! You’re the first to know that the PFYT family just got a new foster dog!! Stay tuned to meet Mocha, a sweet and rammy 4 month old pittie female.

One Step at a Time

17 Jan

Last Thursday we got the official bad news about Sophie. We all expected it but we were naivly hoping that she’d come around and realize that she’d been wrong about her new dad. Unfortunately this just wasn’t the case. Last Saturday Sophie went back in to foster care. What really makes this bad news is that she didn’t come back to US.

The director of Minnesota Pitbull Rescue and myself both agreed that it may not be in Sophie’s best interest to come back to my house if we cannot keep her forever. Sophie is clearly comfortable around our dogs, but we need to see if she can be comfortable in other situations. A huge benefit of her new foster home is that it is in the Twin Cities, which is where most of the MPBR events are held. ( I am over 2 hours away from most of the events). Going to the different MPBR events should really help Sophie adjust to new and different environments. She will have opportunities to socialize with other puppies but will have more chances to learn to be confident on her own. We’re hoping to see if Sophie has any actual socialization issues or if the way she felt about her dad was a one time thing related strictly to him. Since she never showed any nervousness at our house we felt like it’d be best to try her somewhere else.

This was very painful for me. I would have taken her back in a heartbeat and it kills me to know that she’s so happy at our house and we didn’t let her come back here. I know it’s for her own good, but it’s so hard for me not to feel guilty that I’m not just keeping her at our house.

I’m hoping that once she gains some confidence she will find somewhere new that she will be JUST as happy as she was at our house. I’m also impatiently waiting for some updates about how she’s doing at her new foster’s house. Stay tuned, I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything!

Dear Santa

11 Dec

Sohpie

Dear Santa,

 My Chelsea-Mom told me I could use her computer to write you a letter.  She told me that if I send you my wish list my wishes jus might come trues!

 This is my first Christmas.  I am spending the holidays with my foster family because I don’t have a real family yet, so this year I’z wishing for my Forever Family.

 If you could send me a Forever Family who likes to hike and walk, likes to play outside, likes to snuggle on the couch and would give me lotz of nummies and chewies that would be great.  (Chelsea-Mom says I can’t have LOTZ.. but I can wish right??) 

 Maybe you could send me a family that has some of those yummy bones laying around, and someone for me to play tug with. 

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 Chelsea-Mom says it’z a lot to ask, but if you could send me a family that will let me sleep in bed I’d really appreeci-ate it. 

 If you send me a Forever Family I promise to put up with costumes and jackets.  I will learn how to walk on that rope thing and I will always do my dogly duty and hand out kisses.  I will try not to potty in the house and I will try not to eat things. 

 I’m not too picky.. I love having siblings to play with but I’d love having a family all to myself too.  I love having children to play with, but I would be contents to be a solo man or woman’s best friend. 

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 I feel bad wishing to leave my foster family behind, but this year, this puppy’s only wish is a Forever Home. 

 I hope you get this Santa, it makes me sad to keep waiting!

Merry Christmas,

 Sophie.

Sophie Here!

23 Nov

Hi Hi!  Sophie here!

Whoops. I got stuck.

I hyjaked hijacked Chelsea-Mom’s computer.  I REALLY enjoy stealing her things, He-He (don’t tell her I hid her shoe in that box I sleep in).I try not to damage her stuff, but I just can’t help myself sometimes. I AM just a baby after all..(Chelsea-Mom says it’s lucky for puppies that they are so cute.. I don’t know what I need luck for, though.. I’m so awe-some I should be called The Incredi-ble Sophie!)  Pajama pants are my favorite things to steal from Chelsea-Mom, but it’s not just her stuff!  I like to steal Gene-Dad’s stuff too.  He has such nummy slippers.  Anyways, before Chelsea-Mom see’s me I have some things to say!  Chelsea-Mom told me the other day that I have a LOT to say and that I’m very noisy for such a little gal. I’m pretty sure she’s fibbing.  She says that I’m even noisy when I’m SLEEPING, but I don’t see how that’s paws-ible.  Gurl dogs don’t snore.  Everybody knows that.

Me NOT snoring with Mylo.

So, first off.. My Chelsea-Mom tells me that she and Gene-Dad are not my “forever” fambily.  She says that I’m jus living here for awhile.  Well, what the heck?!  Where’s my forever fambily!? I really like life with Chelsea-Mom and Gene-Dad and I love my  brothers Mylo and Chase! (They let me pick on them a lot.  Chelsea-Mom says that’s what little sisters are for.) I like snuggawing with my whooole fambily on the couch, I like to play with everyone outside, and I LOVE playing tug-o-war with whomever (2-legged or 4-legged) wants to play with me.  So, you see, I’m kinda sad that this is not my forever home.  Chelsea-Mom tells me, though, that there are thow-sends more than I can count, dogs looking for forever homes, and that she likes to help as many as she can.  She PROMISES me that I will love my new forever home as much as I like her home.  I want to believe her, but I’m still kinda nerv-us.

Chase makes me feel better when I’m ner-vus.

Even though I’m kinda nerv-us and I don’t want to leave my “foster” (I guess I’m a “foster”?) house I can’t wait to meet my new parents and see if I’ll have siblings to pick on or not!  I hope they take me for car rides, let me play with tug toys, let me snuggle on the couch, and maybe even someday sleep on the bed!  As much as I love Chelsea-Mom and Gene-Dad I’m ready for my new parents!! How much patience can one little puppy have?!

Some other things I love?

Leaves.  Chelsea-Mom says something called the “wind” is what makes them fly around and makes them so fun for me to chase.  I’m not sure what “wind” is.. but I know leaves are a whole lotta fun!!

When Mylo and Chase (my “foster” brothers) wear collars.  Then I have something to grab on to!

Wearing sweaters.  Chelsea-Mom calls me a Purdy Girl when I’m wearing my sweaters.  Gene-Dad says that one of my jackets has an El-vis style collar.  Who’s El-vis? I bet he’s not as cute as me!

El-vis collar.

Jumping!!  I love to pounce off the couch!  Preferably right on to one of my foster brothers.. but I’ll jump on to other things too.

Chase wanted to wear a sweater too, but it didn’t fit him.

Tug-o-War!  Chelsea-Mom says I’m fereles feerless not a-scared of anything.  Brother Mylo pulls me all over the place!  Brother Chase is usually on my side though.

Something I don’t like?

Something Chelsea-Mom calls “Sno.”  It appeared on the ground last night and it’s really cold!!  Chelsea-Mom said that I still have to go potty outside tho. Boo.

I also don’t like that I have to sleep in that box thing while Mylo and Chase get to sleep on the bed. SO NOT FAIR.  Chelsea-Mom says it’s because I’m a puppy and that my new fambily will want me to be used to that box. I told her last night that if she let me sleep on the bed JUS ONCE! I’d never tell anyone.. and I thought she caved, but then in the morning I woke up in that box thing again!!

Me in my crate when I was littler. I broke the box the other day.

I like pretty much everything else.  I’m happy to be with Chelsea-mom, Gene-dad, and Mylo and Chase for the time being, but I really want to be someone’s forever pet.  Will you take me home with you??  I’d make a GREAT Christmas present.  I look adorable in ribbon. 

11 (because I apparently can’t count) Things I’ve Learned from Fostering

16 Nov

1. The earth will continue spinning even if my couch covers are never on correctly.

I am a slightly anal and compulsive person.  I was a math major in college, this probably explains it.  I like things centered, I’m not artistic, I don’t like clutter.  Living in a 900 square foot house with three dogs sometimes has me reeling.  I can’t even count how many times I adjust my couch covers a day.  I just can’t STAND when they are crooked and

Do you think they do this on purpose?

apparently it’s impossible for a dog to get on the couch without screwing them up.  I have learned  I am learning that nothing bad will happen if I wait to fix them until tomorrow.  I will not have a heart attack.  The dogs will not judge my crooked couch covers, and the husband thinks I’m crazy for caring in the first place loves me no matter what our couches look like.

This same lesson applies to the dog hair situation in my house.  No matter how distraught I feel about it NOTHING bad will happen if I skip vacuuming for a day.

2. Caring means Sharing.

Sharing dads lap.

This is a lesson that everyone in our family has had to learn.  When we have a foster dog Gene and I share our floor space, our couch space, our bed and our time.  Mylo and Chase are forced to share their food, their dog beds, their toys and, most importantly, their humans.  At this point I’m proud to say that I’m pretty sure we would all pass kindergarten with our sharing skills.

 

3.  Accidents happen.

Milk gets spilled, injuries happen, rugs get peed on.  This is just part of being a dog mom, and also a regular mom, I suppose.  Things get chewed on, windows get broken.  It’s

“But MoooOOm. It wasn’t my fault!”

important to remember that you love your fur-babies and not to get too upset about material things.

4.  Judging a potential adoptive family is about what’s best for the dog, not about what you personally think about people.

I find it very hard to not be too judgmental when I meet prospective adopters for my foster babies.  See, I KNOW how happy they are at my house.  I know what their life is like with me, and I don’t want them to have to give anything up.  Dog people all have different views and different ways to treat their dogs.  Many people wouldn’t agree with everything that I do, just as I don’t agree with things that other people do.  This doesn’t necessarily define either of us as bad dog owners, just different.  (There certainly ARE bad dog owners.. I’m just observing differences between good ones).  Sometimes dogs do best in single dog homes, sometimes they do best with other dogs around. Some dogs are trustworthy off-leash, and some dogs aren’t.  Some dogs couldn’t live in the city (exhibit A: my lab Mylo) and some dogs do just fine.  I have to work really hard to remember that simply because people may be different than me doesn’t mean they won’t be a great home for my foster.

5.  Adult dogs bond just as fast as puppies.  Maybe faster.

Many people have the belief that it’s necessary to get a dog as a puppy in order to have that indescribable dog-human bond.  I myself always wanted puppies.  Since becoming a foster, though, I have had 8 adult dogs come into my house and I have learned from these dogs that it’s JUST as possible to form a bond with an adult dog.  They are more mature and more capable of forming relationships.  They want to learn from you and they are experiencing a new life with you.  This is a good way to start a relationship.  The other benefit of getting an adult dog?  They are typically potty trained, and are usually through their chewing phase already.  Also you know what they’re going to look like!

 

6.  Dogs who have never been given anything don’t expect as much.

Gene and I have both noticed that the dogs who have had awful or neglectful upbringings tend to me much less obnoxious clingy demanding endearingly-needy than our boys who have been spoiled for years.  They tend to be more appreciative of extra attention, treats, toys, and even the simplest of things like heat and a place to lay.  My dogs think that it is their  “whoever is in charge of doggie Heaven”-given right to lay on the couch, get at least one rawhide a week, play fetch once a day, sleep in bed, and the list goes on and on.  Sometimes it’s pleasant to lay down and snuggle next to a dog who hasn’t experienced that before.  The look in their eyes is priceless.

7.  I’ve learned to appreciate my own dogs even more. 

One of the things that I appreciate the most as a foster parent is that my perma-dogs ALLOW me to be a foster parent.  Over the past year I have fallen more and more in love with my own dogs for being so amazing and polite about letting strays into our family.   I love the time in between fosters when it’s just the two of them (which isn’t often) because this time makes me love them all the more for sharing the rest of their time with whatever foster we have at the moment.

8.  Money donated is money well spent.

I don’t have a lot of money.  I have a mortgage, insurance bills, cellphone bills, dog food bills, my own food to buy, ect.  Everyone I know can relate to this.  But somewhere along the line I started donating.  Not a lot, maybe $5 here, $10 there, but nevertheless, donating.  Once I started this I could no longer sit in a tanning bed, or buy a new shirt, without a twinge of guilt.  I always feel like maybe my money could be going somewhere better.  I don’t think anyone should donate outside their means, and I think everyone should splurge on themselves every once in a while, but I do think that once a month, or maybe twice a month, skipping that latte and sending $5 to a charity of your choice will make you feel amazing. I suggest you all try it!

9.  Fostering has brought me to a new level of contentment with myself.

I have always been a pretty happy person.  I love my family and my friends.  I am fortunate enough to be married to the man of my dreams and now I have his family as well.  I have always been happy enough with myself as a person and never really felt as though I was missing something.  Now, however, I have discovered how truly happy a person can be if they are doing something that they really believe in.  Having a passion gives my life purpose, and joy beyond words.  It makes me a better child, friend, dog-mom, and wife and I choose to believe that “A family that saves lives together, stays together.”

Family

10.  It never gets easier.

I have fostered, and given up, 9 dogs and I am on my 10th.  One would think that at some point it would get easier to say goodbye, but this never happens.  Each dog is so different and touches my heart in different ways.   Each dog thinks they are here to stay.  They fall in love with our family and they don’t understand that we are not their forever home.  Even when I say I won’t, I fall in love with them as well.  Often ours is the first good home they’ve been in.  Every time I find an adoptive family I worry that my foster will feel like I am just one more person that has abandoned them.  I wonder if they ask “why do you keep those two dogs (Mylo and Chase) but you won’t keep me?” My grief over giving up a dog is not typically sorrow for my own loss, but worry and fear about the rest of the dog’s life.  You can’t tell them what is happening; all you can do is give them a hug and a kiss and drive away.

Sometimes I wish Chase would drive me home.

11.  Broken hearts do indeed mend. 

My heart begins to break as soon as I even start THINKING about sending my foster away, and continues to rip until I am actually driving away.  At this point all I can do is hurt.  I have learned, though, that despite the immense pain I feel at that moment in time I WILL feel better.  My heart begins to heal, and while it’s left with a jagged mark, that mark fades with time.  In order to heal myself I spend time with my own dogs and I wait anxiously for updates about my foster-baby.  Knowing that I found them a wonderful home goes along way towards helping to heal my heart.

So worth it. Check out Hank now.

14 Nov

When Hank got adopted I knew it was supposed to make me happy, and yet finding Hank’s forever home broke my heart.  Hank is a perpetually happy-go-lucky pitbull who completely stole my heart with his sweet face and loving attitude.  I never wanted to let him go.

Hank is a classic example of how amazing this breed is.  He has all of the qualities that make me love pitbulls so much.  He’s carefree, he gets along with people and other dogs, he has a mellow demeanor, he loves to snuggle, and he loves to be loved.  Because of this I was incredibly heavy-hearted when I dropped him off with his new mom.  A few weeks later I still miss Hank VERY much, but I have a new foster who I love, and I am here to tell you that getting updates about your previous foster makes everything SO worth it.

Here are some Hanky Panky Updates.

Hank met a horse for the first time.

Hank meeting his new horse friend.

Hank and his new pittie sister, Diamond, are so in love.  They wrestle all day, and then cuddle together all night.  His new owner says Diamond even sleeps next to Hank’s crate whenever he has to be in it.

True love.

Hank is spoiled with new collars, new dog beds, new toys, car rides, and walks.

Handsome man.

He even got a Halloween costume, talk about being part of the family.

He looks so happy..

I’m SO happy that I get to see Hank with his new owner and know that he is ok.  I still miss him every day, but seeing how happy he is melts my heart.  This is why we fosters do it.

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