Modern Buddy

So Stacey (my wife), and I will be trekking out to Denver in mid-September to pick up four dogs (two are going to other people, we're not *that* crazy)!

Cloud, our greyhound pup, will be coming along with us for the ride (and to meet his new family members).

After we lost Cohen and Nico, we had a really rough time with things. A neighbor gave Stacey a copy of Animals and the Afterlife, and that has helped her a lot. I don't really know if I buy into all of it, but hey, whatever gets you through your darkest hours... Anyway, I had a really vivid dream one night about Cohen. I remember maybe one or two of my dreams a year, and I usually don't recall them very clearly in those rare cases. I still remember this one, and at the close of it, I saw a black greyhound with amber eyes sitting in the corner of a room looking over her shoulder at me. And then I remember hearing a voice tell me that Cohen would come back as "a little muffin". Yeah, okay. :screwy:

Stacey was pretty into finding as much info as she possibly could on greyhounds online, and that's how we learned about galgos, and shortly thereafter, a resuce organization in Spain called Scooby Medina. It wasn't long before she found one of the arms of Scooby in the States, GRIN. Shortly thereafter, I saw a picture of one of the rooms at Scooby, and it was the room that I saw the little black dog in (a room just like this).

We started talking to GRIN more and more until we found Cecilia.



So wow... That was pretty amazing. :woot:


And then the [totally awesome] folks at GRIN asked us if we'd consider fostering a Podenco until they could find a permanent home. We said 'sure!', and by the way, what's a Podenco?

A little research informs that Podencos are also known as Ibizian Hounds, one of my other favorite breeds, and so we get all sorts of excited...

And then we see pictures.




So we get even more excited. At one point, Stace exclaims 'They're so cute! Just like little muffins!'

SKRITT!!

It takes Stacey a moment before she figures out what she just said (it'd been months since we talked about the 'little muffin' thing).


Okay, strange. Very strange.

So, we pretty immediately tell the folks at GRIN that we want one of the lil' guys in the picture. But they're both already spoken for.


D'oh! Guess it wasn't meant to be...


But as fate or destiny or dumb random luck/coincidence or whatever you want to call it would have it, the lady who was originally interested in the lil' boy on the left decided she was more interested in someone else, and ultimately, he was ours for the adopting.

So, this little whipper-snapper gets to come home to our little zoo as well.



And there it is.


Cecilia and the lil' Podenco guy are the reasons that we're going out to Colorado (for a night) in September.

I'm sure there'll be a lot of interesting pics of the road trip home (along with the two other dogs we're bringing back for other people).

That is the coolest story ever. Good luck with the new kids and say hi to cloud from us in California.

Awesome! Glad to hear about the puppers.
Sadly, as of this month we're down to one hound. Greta (our 8 year brindle) is actually taking it harder than either Susan or I.
After awhile we'll start fostering again and eventually we'll adopt.
-K

Those who rescue are very very special people
Check out the video here http://www.myspace.com/spoildrottnpets

Coolio. Best to you all.

Congrats on the new family members! Rescued animals make the best pets! We adopted "Allie the wonder Beagle" when she was 6 years old. She is a very special dog! we also rescued Rocky the Orange Winged Amazon Parrot from our back yard. Just remember that the other guys are waiting at the rainbow bridge!

The Rainbow Bridge
There is a bridge connecting Heaven & Earth.
It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its colors.
Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of
meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.

When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place.
There is always food and water and warm spring weather.
The old and frail animals are young again. Those who
are maimed are made whole. They play together all day.

There is only one thing missing: They are not with
their special person who loved them on Earth.
Each day they run and play until the day comes
when one suddenly stops playing and looks up!
The nose twitches! The ears are up! The eyes are staring!
And this one suddenly runs from the group.

You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet,
you take him or her in your arms and embrace.
Your face is kissed again and again, and you look once
more into the eyes of your trusting friend.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together,
never again to be separated

The Meaning of Rescue - Author Unknown

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed.
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,

I'd like to open my baggage, lest I forget,
There is so much to carry - So much to regret.

Hmmm... Yes, there it is, right on the top, Let's unpack Loneliness,
Heartache and Loss,
And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame.

As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.

Will you add to my baggage; Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things - And take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never repack?

I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage - Will you still want me?

Thanks, everyone.


We're all sorts of stoked about the new arrivals, and we're really looking forward to having them here with us (it's rough knowing that they're somewhere else, living in a decent but relatively crazy environment)...


I'm sure there will be a pretty substantial (re. more pics than most people will be interested in seeing) post when we get home from the trip.



Also, if you're interested in adopting a rescue, please consider adopting a galgo. I think they're right up there with pit bulls as far as being the worst-treated dogs on the planet, and they're all sorts of sweet and loving creatures...

Very very cool thread! I adopted Bessie, my French Bulldog, and I'm pretty sure she was abused before I got her. She was very skittish and jumpy and utterly submissive. I've since loved on her so much she is completely at home with Kachoo (my pug) and rarely gets "jumpy" anymore unless she is caught off guard. She is a real joy and I fully expect your little ones will be just as much joy for you!

What a great story! And beautiful pics!

My husband and I found our puppy Sheba on our doorstep one morning after a big storm. While we did the right thing and called animal welfare to report her, there was never and doubt that we were keeping her.

Just tonight, my husband wondered outloud what we ever did before she waltzed into our lives.

(But really, she chews on everything . . . all the time.)