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Saturday, May 7, 2011
Sylvie
We couldn't let that happen, so we went to the shelter and brought her home to foster her. It only took a month for us to realize that she was meant to be ours forever. She is the most outgoing, loving cat we have ever met. She loves to play just as much as she loves to cuddle. She quickly adjusted to our dogs, and now she is often seen cuddling with them when our laps aren't available. She also did the impossible and won over our other cat, Taylor, within just a couple of weeks of living with us. Taylor has never accepted any other cat we've brought into the house. However, he and Sylvie are now best friends. They play all night and sleep all day, and share a great love of canned food, catnip, and toy wands. While we weren't looking to add another furry member to the family at the time, we are so glad we did. We couldn't imagine life without our little Sylvie.
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Mimi
I had a feeling that we should give her a chance, and so we adopted little miss Mimi. At first, we wondered if we had picked the wrong one. She didn't seem to be relaxing or getting comfortable with us, although we tried our best to help her out.
Today I am so grateful that we stuck it out, because Mimi is a treasure. She's like a completely different dog--loving, affectionate (she always has to be right by my side), and even confident with strangers. Her favorite thing in the world is a long walk, so we try to get her outside as much as we can. She still bears the marks, both physical and psychological, of her early struggles, but we are so happy to have been able to give her the life she deserves. She is my little princess!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Bunkin & Flea
2 years after adopting Bunkin, I came home from work one day to find that my husband had brought in a stray. He was out walking Bunkin around our apartment complex when a little Chihuahua mix apparently came out of the woods and followed Bunkin and my husband home. He was not friendly toward my husband, but he was very interested in Bunkin. He wasn't friendly toward me when I walked through the door, either. We decided to keep him after holding onto him for about a week. I named him Flea, not because he had any, but because I thought it was appropriate since he had clearly been living outside for a while. We had known we would eventually get a second dog, but our main impetus behind adopting Flea was that we knew he would have a very slim chance of getting adopted if we turned him in to the pound because of his poor behavior toward people. I don't know what Flea has been through in the past, but he sure did come with a whole lot of baggage. 9 months later, he is still very much a work in progress, but just like Bunkin he has worked his way into our little family. When we first found Flea, he wouldn't let either of us approach him without growling and snapping at us. These days, Flea is happy to snuggle up with us in bed and give lots and lots of kisses each morning. He even lets visitors pet him, which is a more recent development. To top it off, I have never seen such a Momma's Boy in my life. He's ridiculous. Flea has cost us much blood, sweat, and tears since we took him in, but he also gives us constant entertainment and affection. I had a friend ask me once if I had ever considered "getting rid" of Flea because he was so difficult. I told her that to me, dogs are permanent family members, not
disposable commodities. I wouldn't trade Flea for anything in the world.
I had never had a rescue dog before Bunkin. After have one very easy rescue experience (Bunkin) and one very difficult rescue (Flea), I am able to say that anything is possible with love and patience. My heart belongs to homeless pets because they taught me this priceless lesson.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The Tater Tot
When I met Tate, who they were calling Opie at the time, he was 6 weeks old, weighed 5 lbs and was a little bit of a mystery. His beagle markings were muddled together with what looked like basset hound legs. In other words, Tate was ridiculously cute. I changed his name from Opie to Tate and immediately the staff at Buckhead Animal Clinic took to calling him "Tater Tot" and it stuck.
I brought Tate home to meet his new sister. Truth approached, sniffed him and from that point on her maternal instincts took over. She became very playful with and protective of him. A few weeks later, I adopted Tate officially and have fallen in love with him more and more as time goes by. Tate is goofy to Truth's serious but together they are simply hilarious.
Now a little over a year later, Tate weighs 55 lbs and carries it in a short, stocky, sausage shaped body. He can't jump per se but when he gets excited he'll hurl his full weight onto you to let you know he is pretty happy to see you. He likes kissing ears and eating socks. Every so often I catch him eating crunchy leaves off the porth or scaring himself with his own farts and I think to myself "God, I love that dog". Adopting Tate was one of the best things I've ever done. I think Truth would thank me if she could for giving her the best little brother a dog could want.