Here's what's been going on with the pooches:

Presley - We fostered him and a co-worker of mine, Ross, adopted him. He’s a really nice dog - a big fawn boy and lots of dorkyness in him. Ross is an active guy and I guess he went boating this last weekend. Presley jumped off the boat into water that was a bit too deep to stand in. He figured out that he could stand on his back legs and get his head out of the water but that required him to try and stay afloat by paddling his front legs. In practice, this “paddling” was Presley actually slapping his paws on the water, sending huge splashes of water about 3-4 feet in the air. He then was jumping at the water coming down and trying to catch all of the droplets. From how Ross described it, it sounded like uncontrolled chaos. Presley eventually let Ross get close enough to where he could put his front paws on Ross’ shoulders to gain a little more stability. They made their way back to the boat and for some reason, Presley didn’t jump in again. Hmm. I wonder why?


Mattis - A beautiful (and BIG) flashy reverse brindle. I temperament tested Mattis at MADACC and he passed with flying colors. We are taking a break from fostering so we only had Mattis for a day or two. He did great with George and Sasha and went into his crate with just a little encouragement. When I got home from work, he was still laying in his crate and looked to be happy as a clam. I ran him up to Oshkosh where his actual foster home was going to take him up to Rhinelander. He apparently busted out of his wire crate (we used a Vari-Kennel) a couple times. They then went out and bought a Vari-kennel which he busted out of also. I think that after his first success, he found that he liked the challenge of busting out of crates and saw each as a test of his skill and ability. The foster home he was with couldn’t be home more often so he was moved to another foster home who was home more. I guess he’s doing fine and just waiting for the right family to come along!

Layla on Day 1

Layla - Layla (I think her name is actually spelled Laila like Mohammed Ali’s daughter but her paperwork all read Layla) came to us from a shelter in Brookfield. She was surrendered because their child was “allergic” to her. Yeah, right. She was not spayed, and had a case of Pyometra , and was very thin. She was doing well initially but shelter life started getting to her to the point where she was reactive around other dogs and had stopped eating. Her initial weight - 31lbs - had dropped down to 26 and she wouldn’t eat anything. They tried chicken breasts, ground meat, canned cat food,... everything to no avail. So they called us and asked if we would take her in the hopes that living in a home might get her back on the road to recovery. I went and got her and wound up fostering her.

Get some meat on those bones! George says you’re making him look overweight!

I’m so little - but don’t let that fool you!



Skinny Layla at 33lbs. Imagine her weighing only 26!

She’s gaining weight, although she is still drinking tons of water, and on Sunday (Sept 2, 2007) she had a meeting with a very nice couple who have decided to adopt her! She’s a big dog in a little dogs body - she has George (who has 55 lbs on her) hiding under the dining room table. We call her The Pirate because she walks around the house going “Arrrr. Arrrr.” for no reason. It’s kinda endearing, except to George, who was probably the most excited that she found her forever home. As soon as we get her paperwork we’re going to figure out a time to take her to her home. Even though she is a bit bossy, she’s a sweet little thing with people and will be an only dog, which I think she’ll be very happy about. She doesn’t want to share her love with anybody else!