Reunited and it feels so good ….

TWooie has his Woo back, and he is pleased beyond measure.  Woo was away for a few days being a “shelter” dog in a movie coming out next year.  Can you believe I’ve become so blase about my dogs being used for film work that I didn’t even ask the name of the production when Dove asked if she could use him?

He’s not the star or anything, just some background orange.  I learned the movie is called “Santa Puppies” or something like that: “In the movie everyone in Pineville is preparing for Christmas, when the town’s Christmas spirit is ruined by a misunderstanding. Santa, his elves and his team of Great Pyrenees puppies must travel from the North Pole to save the day.”

TWooie didn’t get to go because he Does Not Play Well With Others.  Poor TWoo … first I almost accidentally killed him, and then he was abandoned by his own flesh and blood.

I’m pleased to say that TWooie is just fine after our horrifying experience the other evening.

The worst thing about the whole event (besides the whole “OHMYGODTWOOIEISDYING” thing) is that he never even saw the person and dog coming down the road.  So it’s not like he was flipping out in a fit of rage when I looped my fingers through his collar, he just turned around the wrong way when I turned around too.  It was the most innocuous of events, and it went South so very fast.  He probably thought he was being Really Really Punished for something, and poor baby doesn’t even know what.

I went to the Dr. and he thought my finger might be broken, but I have broken fingers before and I think it would be a lot more painful and a lot more purple.  I believe it’s just sprained.  So we move on.

Wootie is a very caring brother.  While he was away, he lent TWooie his Flamboyance™ to keep him warm.

Look at that thing!  It took him a couple years, but TWooie finally learned how to grow his own.

The good news is that I got Wootie back just in time to celebrate three birthdays. Tomorrow is the day I decided was Woo, TWoo and Piper’s birthday.

Piper is going to be 9 years old.

I’m gonna be WHAT?!?!

Will there be cake?  Ohgod, please tell me there will be cake!

What do you mean “we’re going to be sick?” Why are we going to be sick?

I said SIX, TWooie.  You and Woo are going to be SIX.

(you see that little red spot in his blue eye?  That’s a broken blood vessel, from when I tried to strangle him to death :(  Poor TWooie.)

Can we go back to discussing the possibility of cake please?

And it looks like we will be having an extra guest for the birthday celebrations, as Riddle is still with us.  How come nobody has applied for my sweet tiny terrier?

But I want to live here.

I thought small dogs were popular.  Is it because she is a terrier and terriers are, by definition, terrierfying?  And what a terrier she is too … by total chance, someone came into the shelter the other day and said “Hey, I think that’s my neighbour’s dog.”  It turns out that Riddle is from the Rez, recently whelped a litter of pups, and has been pretty much left to her own devices most of her life.  I gather the owners were not so interested in getting her back, so she is still looking for a home of her own.  Both her parents were “terrier mixes” so she is an UltiMutt.

At least while she is here, Spring is showing her how to be Very Very Bad.

What’re you talkin’ about?  I didn’t do nuthin’.

She has shown her how to bark ferociously at other dogs, to growl and bark at every noise one hears, to scream and carry one when The Food Lady leaves you alone for more than 10 seconds, to get on my desk at work and investigate the contents of my lunch bag, how to spring off of The Food Lady’s thighs and leave perfect mud pawprints on the front of all her jeans … and now she has taken it upon herself to instruct her in the fine art of Wrasslin’.

I borrowed Piper’s Mad Teeth™; you’ll be sorry!

Yield!  I yield!  We have been watching too much Game of Thrones!

I like Miss Riddle a lot, but I would like for her to find her own home.  If this entices anyone … she comes with several outfits I have pilfered from our collection at work!  I like to dress up little dogs, what can I say?

Something else I would really like to do is help this poor dog.

She is at a local animal control facility (not mine) and came in as a stray.  It is doubtful she will be claimed.  She is a regular sized border collie, but is so emaciated that she weighs just 27lbs.  She is very old.  She has an enlarged heart and arthritis in her spine.  She is matted beyond belief and stinks.  And she is as sweet as can be.

A dog like this, who has given her whole life to someone, does not deserve to see the last of her days in any shelter, no matter how caring (and they do care, that’s why they called us!).  Though she is likely not long for this earthly plane, she deserves a bath, tasty food, some painkillers and some full body hugs on a snuggly dog pillow, before she goes home to The Great doG Kingdom in the skies.

I want to help her.  But even if I didn’t have Riddle, I’m not in a position to give her what she needs.  I’m gone for too many hours a day, too many days a week.  But what I CAN do is pay for what she needs, and with your help, find her somewhere loving to go.  If you are in the BC Lower Mainland and can offer a hospice situation for this old darling, please PLEASE message me.  Together, we can help this old dog.  I really hope we can.  Her stray hold is up tomorrow, and I don’t want her to spend one minute longer in a shelter than she has to.

Do it for Tweed.

I have no idea what she’s talking about, as I wasn’t listening, but yes … you should do something for me.

Dexter and Tweed are trialing this weekend.  It’s the last trial of the year, and we’re hoping to get Dexter’s first Advanced Jumper’s leg.  We’re also hoping to get two clean Standards for Tweed, so he can get his Bronze title, but I am so not holding my breath.  He routinely forgets what contacts are in trials, the little barky red bastid.  But there will be video for you by early next week.

Happy Weekend to you all!