Sweet Chester

He's such a ham.

And so handsome.

Pretty Nori

Nori is a sweet sweet girl that came in and was accidentally put in the feral room. After having a couple lengthy conversations with her, I spoke with the intake team on her behalf and they, too, realized that she is awesome and was certainly in the wrong room.

She was spayed yesterday and came home with me because the adoption floor is no place for a girl to recover from surgery. She hasn't missed a beat, though, and has been all love and purr biscuits since she got here.

Since she's doing so well, we might have to let her go back to the shelter sooner rather than later, since she's super affectionate and petite, so she can finally find a home quickly.

I think she'd do well with other pets, though we haven't tested her. She ran right up to her own reflection and tried to head butt it--twice--and she puffed up when the dog tried to sniff her through the crack but didn't hiss or anything. She's just so awesome, I think she'll do fine anywhere.

Updates + Meet Chester!

It's been a while since I've written a real entry.

Quickly:

Spaz was adopted. Yay!

Boris was doing well in his new foster home with his new foster brother, but then his foster brother went to rescue and it was noticed that he had stopped eating. They discovered that he has an ulcer on his tongue, so he's being treated for that. Poor guy.

Now, Meet Chester!

Chester is a 4 year old field spaniel who is available for adoption through Friends FUR Life K9 Rescue. He came in as a stray with his sister who was adopted very quickly. They both tested positive for heartworms. He was about 32 lbs and very skinny, but it was hard to tell under all his fur. I was looking at him for my grandmother, but he was too big for her. I fell in love with him immediately and brought him home, hoping to fatten him up and treat his heartworms, then find him a fantastic home.

Chester has gained 8 lbs in two weeks and has been pulled by a rescue, so his heartworm treatment will be starting soon. He is a great dog; sweet, calm and friendly. He is house broken and is fine being left out unattended. He gets along well with our Honey (obviously) and does fine with Madeline, though he would probably be better if she were friendlier. He hasn't gotten on the furniture (too often) uninvited and is perfectly happy laying on the floor. He's not really a bed dog. There are really only two annoying things that are really annoying about him: his obsession with rabbits and his territorial barking. He cannot function as a normal living creature if there is a rabbit in sight or even a whiff of a rabbit. He is a dog possessed. And the barking isn't bad, either, and it's getting better, but he still does it whenever the neighbors are being loud. We're working on it.

Silly face

Play time

Good buddy

Honey was having a nightmare, so Chester got up and went to lay by her. He woke her up and gave her a kiss. He's a sweet boy.

Finding Chester

We're fostering a year old spaniel for nebulous reasons. We picked him up Tuesday after his neuter and today was the first day we left him at home unsupervised. I brought him home this afternoon around 2 and left around 3, leaving him and Honey out with Madeline, but with the baby gate closed to the upstairs. He's been fine with Madeline, but she needs her own space. Chester (the new dog) has not been thrilled when left alone, but eventually settles and has shown no interest in chewing or even exploring. He mostly wants to be close to people and doesn't seem to care about much else.

When I showed up after work around 7, I wasn't sure what to expect. I was almost prepared to find the downstairs in disarray, with all of our various messy things strewn about even more messily, or even partially or wholly destroyed. Maybe there would be poop and pee everywhere. Maybe they would just be laying in the middle of the floor, Honey proudly showing how she had helped him lick his booboo better, since he's coned and can't reach it, blood everywhere. Maybe the baby gate would be effortlessly knocked over and the upstairs was subjected to plundering and litterbox raiding.

What I didn't expect was: Honey and Madeline. In their spots right at the door and on the stairs, respectively. No Chester in sight. House looked intact and undisturbed. My first thought was that maybe he was asleep and me coming home didn't wake him up, since Honey doesn't bark and I'm not terribly loud. He was not in the kitchen or dining area. The baby gate was up, but he may have managed to jump over it, so I checked upstairs. No Chester, and no sign a dog had been upstairs. On my way back downstairs, the thought crossed my mind that he had miraculously vanished or been stolen right out of our house (because furry lampshades go for millions on the black market).

Then I heard a faint whimper. I went back to the front door and looked around. That's when I noticed that the bathroom door was closed. I opened the door and Chester spilled out. Poor idiot had walked into the bathroom just to look around and had gotten stuck when the cone closed the door instead of letting him out. There's no telling how long he had been in there. I feel so bad for him, and I'll make sure to close the door for his protection. Oh, and it was actually the neighbor's dog, Klinger, in the front yard whining. Chester didn't even make a peep. Poor little dumdum.