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Thursday, January 24, 2008
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Sweet Adventures of Crazy Rescue Girl
Current mood:  exhausted
Category: Pets and Animals
The Good The Bad and The Messy! (e-mail from Wendy)
Emmy Lou update
GOOD NEWS
1. My vet worked us in this morning for a
pre-spay exam
2. The spay will be tomorrow morning
BAD NEWS
1. Emmy just started coughing and hacking and
expelling clear fluid this
morning. The vet said she has kennel cough. Doc
said there is a 7 to 10 day
incubation period so she likely picked it up at
the kennel.
GOOD NEWS
3. The doc put her on antibiotics for the cough
to prevent secondary
infection and said the antibiotics will help her
bed sores heal.
4. She can still get spayed even with the cough.
BAD NEWS
2. She obviously cannot attend mingle this
weekend.
3. She had explosive poopies in my back seat on
the way to the vet. (Sadly,
I've had people do that to me before, but never a
dog)....she danced around
in the poopies and smeared them all over the car,
then climbed up in the
rear window and barked her head off...as though
she was protesting the fact
that 'someone' made a mess...obviously not her.
GOOD NEWS
5. The back seat incident gave me pity points
with the vet. Hopefully they
will give me a decent break on the spay fee.
6. Since a stool sample was available (although I
had to collect it myself),
we went ahead and did a stool test just to make
sure. My vet now uses a
better technique with a lower false negative
rate.
7. The vet is keeping her til her spay, which
resolved the issue I had with
my schedule where she would have ended up in the
crate for 16 hours.
SOOooooo...the good news outweighed the bad news.
I've been up all morning
because of court, so I'm going to sleepy town
now. Have a great day.
11:15 AM
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Thursday, September 20, 2007
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Crazy Rescue Girl In Idiot-ville
Current mood:  confused
Category: Pets and Animals
Why some people just shouldn't have dogs -- by Sarah
I received an email from Shelly, in the bookkeeping dept, about some mom's and puppies by Lincoln school that were not in good health. They had no food and no water and looked very thin. Also, some of the older puppies were escaping through a whole in the fence and there were new born puppies only a few days old.
I emailed several rescue girls asking for help but no one had room for a mom and babies. I am new at this rescue thing and I was worried to bring them to my house but Lynne assured me there was only a slim chance ours would get any diseases since they are fully vaccinated.
I told Tammi the Lab Lover I could take the mom and newborn babies. We planned on getting them on a Thursday after work! I researched nursing dogs and got the new momma eggs, cottage cheese and some puppy food!
I even got some toys for the babies which was dumb cause their eyes aren't even open! The next morning I freaked out about taking a mom and puppies. I told my husband "I can't do this. Our five and one foster keep me busy enough." I emailed Tammi & said I can't take them. She said "crap" they will have to stay there another week then until another rescue can take them!
I said I can do it for a week! (and I am glad I did) The three older pups went on transport Thursday in the am but when they picked them up one of the newborns was missing – probably deadL. Shelly, Tammi and I went to pick up the two mom's and newborns that afternoon.
The house is in awful condition – it looks like a 24-7 yard sale - junk everywhere! I am surprised to see the mom I am going to take, is just a pup herself! I get my laundry basket and head for the new born puppies. I found out the mom's name is Coco by one of the 50 kids running amuck in the yard – which is cluttered w/ junk & dog poop!
The one missing white runt pup is found alive in the yard – thank god – the poor mom is tied up so she could not get to her pup if she wanted to!! I ask the owner if they have dog food for remaining 3 pups they are keeping – she replies "We ran out last night but I got paid today so I am gonna get some tonight!" I gave her a large bag of puppy food I had in the car so the three left behind can at least eat for a few days!! Coco & babies are rounded up & I put them in the car! Coco is hesitant but with a dog bone she is happy!! Off I drive with a scared mom & her babies ….
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Monday, October 01, 2007
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Sweet Adventures of Crazy Rescue Girl In The Country
Current mood:  bitchy
Category: Pets and Animals
Another Sad Sucker In Rescue (an email from Dana)
Yesterday was the worst day ever! I had sweet little Murphy with me and we were on our way to his new home in Coshocton. I had the best of intentions for a speedy in and out visit. Most people who know me would say I am a sweet and caring person with a generous spirit, full of love. WELL NOT TODAY!
We were on our way to the Park and Ride in Newark to meet Shelley to get his papers and I have a spastic Golden Retriever in tow that Shelley is going to take home. Even Murphy was annoyed with this dog. It takes me an hour to get there and I am thinking I'm going to be late and miss Shelley and have to start all over another day.
With a little speeding and a lot of air conditioning, I manage to get there on time and Shelley is nowhere to be found so I sit...and sit...and sit.... It's August and one of the hottest summers on record here and I am almost 8 months pregnant. The sun starts beating down and I am sitting with two dogs panting away in the car, still waiting. I had to call Murphy's people and tell them I am going to be very late since the people with his records haven't showed up yet. FINALLY, after an hour Shelley shows up. By now I am annoyed, hot and have had to pee for the last 45 minutes. Hormones raging, I finally leave there with a very hot Murphy.
We get to the middle of Newark and of course, being 8 weeks away from delivery, I have to pee every 45 minutes (or more at times). So, I stop at Wendy's in town, and run in just to pee. I do my deal and hurry back out to the car so poor Murphy doesn't melt. Feeling better, I get in the car, raring to go...and nothing!!! NOTHING!!!! My damn car will not start!! I am in Newark.... No one I know is within an hour of me.
Now I am SUPER pissed and cussing like a sailor and yelling you name it to the people who just want to eat at Wendy's. Anyone within 50 miles of that Wendy's heard me. I call my husband to take it out on him (Not very nice of me at all) and yell and scream and of course he is coming to save me. He calms me down and tells me he is on his way now, but it is an hour drive. At this point I am ready to bust and if I had anything good to throw I would have.
So, there I sit – waiting ANOTHER hour when my mother in law calls to find out exactly where I am to try and help my husband find me. "I heard you aren't very happy", she said. With steam coming out of my head, I said "Nope, things really aren't going my way today". She says "you really aren't going to be happy when you find out where your husband is right now".
I quickly scan the parking lot for things (or people) I can throw my phone at…"WHERE IS HE???"
She proceeds to tell me that in a rush to save me, he got pulled over going 16mph over the speed limit in a construction zone!!!! I smile like a crazy person and calmly hang up with her, and call my husband who is justifiably scared that in a hormonal rage, I might kill him and he assures me he will be there very soon.
At this point I do throw the phone and continue to spit and swear at the top of my lungs. Just as I screamed my last F-bomb, some random guy starts walking toward the car. OF COURSE he is holding a bible and all kinds of Christian paraphernalia including the "forgiven" t-shirt!!! He comes up to my car and sees me in tears, sweating my ass off, and saying every 4 letter word I can think of consecutively.
Certain he will have to perform an exorcism right here in the Wendy's parking lot, he turns to his friends who are now all walking toward me like Children of the Corn. So, at this point, I think the next thing that is going to happen is that I am going to burst into flames!!!
I have now called Murphy's people like 4 times to update them on where the hell I am and now I have to call them again and tell them that my car won't start. Poor Murphy is all charged up in the front seat like a fellow gang member ready to pounce at the next person that walks by. Even the baby is mad and I am sure screaming with me.
After an hour and twenty minutes, my husband gets there, works on the car, while I sweat in silence and it still won't start. It is so hot, he gives up and we pay $140 to have it towed home. Three hours late, Murphy and I take his truck to Coshocton to meet his new parents.
Fortunately for Murphy, the day turned out better for him. His family was waiting for me with ice cold water to drink. They were just wonderful and on top of the adoption fee they insisted on giving me cash to buy a nice steak for my poor husband. Another life saved!
2:57 PM
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Sunday, April 29, 2007
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The Sweet Adventures of Crazy Rescue Girl
Current mood:  nauseated
Category: Friends
How It All Started -- (A tale of Woe from Allyson)
A long time ago, long before I was a sucker, something crazy happened to me. It all started when I called my friend Michelle to pass the buck about a dog that needed to be saved. After all, I am banker, what did I know about where to send a homeless dog. She said, I am so busy now, call my friend Lynne, she'll know what to do.
If this were a televised soap opera, you would be hearing the theme from Jaws or Friday the 13th right here.
Unbeknownst to me, Lynne is the Matriarch of ALL the Crazy Rescue Girls in our group. As she spoke, with her soft voice, I swear I could literally feel the brainwashing taking place in my brain. I calmly hung up the phone and gave serious thought to Birkenstocks and buying a mini van. It was all so strange, like the Stepford Wives, I had a new spring in my step - and I suddenly just knew I had to save dogs (and cats too).
For the most part, rescue people are insane but VERY sweet people. That's why it is so hard to leave Stepford. One day, another Crazy Rescue Girl and I decided to step up to the plate and go pick up a dog that someone in my group put a hold on at an animal shelter. It sounded easy enough.
It seemed like it took six days to get there because all Crazy Rescue Girl Adventures have to take place out in the country where the tornados live. We had the sunroof open, music blaring and we're feeling all holier than thou and we're seriously happy with ourselves like, look how great we are.
It must have been something in the country tornado air because the people who worked at the shelter clearly had some of the holier than thou thing going on too. Only they were all rude as hell. Even the ones with teeth. That's when my PMS flared up and I saw myself beating a shelter employee with my Coach bag. In the simplest monosyllabic words I could muster, I confidently said, "We are here to pick up a dog that was supposed to be put down."
What a moron I was. Like all the normal people I grew up with, I was under the mistaken impression that people at animal shelters were there to save animals. I have since learned that this misconception has reached pandemic proportions and affects normal people nationwide. You would have thought we were picking up the Pope himself.
There was a strip search, several id checks, 6 phone calls to make sure we really were the supposed to pick up this dog (that they were going to kill anyway) and then came the forms. The mutant shelter people wanted to make it as hard as possible for us to save this little dogs life.
My friend and I look at each other and smile like we are on LSD, knowing we have to save the bitch-fest until we get in the car. We give the shelter mutants the same crazy smile but this time tilting our heads slightly to the right in true Stepford style and politely say "Thank you so much, you've been so helpful". That's when I knew the brain washing really did happen. There was no question - it happened all right. I hung tough though. I smiled and let them talk down to me and then got away from them as fast as I possibly could. Dog in tow, we are audi.
As we are loading this freshly saved life into the car, a lady pulls in, in a big beat up country truck. As she is getting out, my friend spots a puppy in the back of her truck - of course she did. WHY G-d Why?? One foot in the car, my hand on the door -this is where shelter-ville starts moving in slow motion. Before I could take another slow motion breath, BOING - 5 puppies appear with their little heads peeking out over the truck bed. It was as if they were on a remote timer, controlled by Lynne the Matriarch, and she was back in Columbus cackling like the Wicked Witch of The West in the Wizard of Oz, screaming "Now they're hooked!" She's really more like Glenda the sweet witch, but I was sure she was still cackling like that.
My friend and I look at each other for a second and inside my head I am slow motion screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOO DONN'T DOOOO ITT!!!!!" She says "OMG you're not bringing those puppies in there are you??" I was imagining the whole thing took place on Tivo and all I had to do was click that little button three times boodoop, boodoop, boodoop and all the words would go back in her mouth. She was in full Stepford mode and I was right behind her. I knew I couldn't let that lady bring those cute puppies in to the shelter mutants. Damn! What was happening to me?? We were so close – so close to being out of there and on our way. We were rookies at being Crazy Rescue Girls – we didn't know anything!
Safely back in the car now, 6 dogs in tow, we are finally on our way. I am freaking out just a little. Clearly six dogs is more than I am comfortable managing as a new Crazy Rescue Girl so I have to call in for back ups. I call the closest volunteer I can think of – Deborah. I tell her my tale of woe and she is laughing the whole time. We arrive at her house where her abundant experience comes to light as does my stupidity. She looks the puppies over, comments on how cute they are and after a two second assessment, points out that these adorable pups not only have ticks but worms. I vomit in my mouth just a little and pee is running down my leg.
Secretly, at this point I am thanking G-d I didn't take my car and at the same time wondering how far a tick could leap. Running my fingers through my curly locks quietly checking for ticks, I listen to Deborah talk about all the stuff we are going to have to buy to take care of these puppies.
"Take care of them? What do you mean take care of them? Don't we have some weekend vet shelter place where we can drop them off to get cleaned up?" Now Deborah is laughing like the Wicked Witch of The West only it's coming through in stereo booming from the heavens like thunder with the volume all the way up.
Here is where I realize, my brief little, self-aggrandizing Crazy Rescue Girl plan has just gone from a short Sunday trip to an all out Adventure and that these puppies would be impacting the next weeks and possibly months of my life.
Over the next few weeks a couple of them got very sick. We thought we might lose one or two but we got them all cleaned up, fed them 14 kinds of medicine, drove them to the vet several times and they all made it. The puppies were adopted by some great families and the Crazy Rescue Girl I drove down there with kept two for herself!
[said in loud booming echoed voice]
Tune in next week for more Sweet Adventures of Crazy Rescue Girl!
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