Kendrick is a happily-ever-after in the making, and who doesn’t need some good news on Christmas?
This is Kendrick before:
This is Kendrick today:
Kendrick came out of a horrific hoarding case in Appalachian Kentucky and he still has a way to go, but he is nearly there. He has a spring in his step and he loves his foster family. He is ready for a forever home, but he needs one that will be patient with him and help him feel safe and sound. He will never be a life of the party dog, but he will be a loyal and wonderful pet. A special shout out is due to his amazing foster family and especially his Mom, Karen Disney. Karen quietly paid for his eye surgeries without even letting on. We are grateful for her and happy that Kendrick has had such an awesome home. Karen, you rock! Anyone interested in adopting this boy can email firstname.lastname@example.org.
This is Amadeus. At one year old, he is a beautiful, sweet and frankly dorky boy. He loves cats, other dogs and he likes to tip his food bowl sideways so he can eat off the floor. He is a wonderful dog. Who could possibly want to hurt him? Good question (and in a less than holiday spirit we would like to introduce them to the business end of a baseball bat), but someone shot this poor boy in the shoulder with a rifle some time ago and his shoulder is shattered. The orthopedic surgeons said it cannot be fixed. This coming Wednesday before Christmas, Amadeus is going to become a tripod dog. Not much of a gift, but we want him to be pain free and he is suffering at the moment. If you would like to sponsor this first day of Christmas Dog, you can donate here: http://bigfluffydogs.com/pay-online.php. Thank you as always and Amadeus says Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and peace on Earth to men AND dogs.
This is Landon.
Landon is a 6 month old Great Pyrenees puppy. All was well with him save for a case of demodectic mange which he has kicked until he started limping. Trips to the vet and then the orthopedic vet followed. It was finally determined that Landon’s limp was nothing to worry about. Fortunately (or depending on how you look at it, unfortunately), all those orthopedic visits and x-rays revealed a hidden case of OCD (osteochondrosis dissecans not obsessive compulsive disorder) in both shoulders which we never would have known about but for the extensive x-rays taken of all his joints. Although this is causing him no problems now, it will and it must be repaired as a puppy or he will suffer as an adult. This means two surgeries several weeks apart to repair his shoulders one at a time. Each shoulder will cost $1200 which is a deal (trust us on this – this is an expensive surgery and the ortho guy is being merciful).
To be able to afford this, we are starting the “A Pound of Flesh for Landon” fund. You too can give a pound of flesh to save a puppy. Landon weighs 55 pounds. His surgery is $1200. Dividing the cost of surgery by his weight gives you the price per pound. This means we need 55 donors to donate $22 each to fix this puppy for part 1 of the process. Basically, when all is said and done, Landon will have cost rescue about $50 a pound once we get the second shoulder done. He says he is worth it
If you would like to donate $22 to buy a pound of Landon, you can do so here: http://bigfluffydogs.com/pay-online.php. Just remember that if donating by credit card, put the word “Landon” in the line for company name, or if by paypal, leave us a message to seller that says “Landon”.
Landon thanks you and will keep you updated with a nifty chart showing how much of his flesh has been paid for.
Many people wonder how dogs make it to New England or from New England to other places. Transport is the answer. We use a commercially-licensed, USDA-licensed transport company to transport our dogs around. Here’s how it works.
1. The dog arrives from a shelter into a foster home. We vet the dog, we work with the dog, we take pictures of the dog and then we decide where it is going to go, either local or to parts far away. If the dog is going somewhere else, we make a reservation and we take the dog to the vet yet again for another check up and a health certificate to travel. Transport is paid and we very rarely do volunteer transports. Every dog on transport is already spayed and neutered, must have all of its shots and must be certified healthy to travel by a veterinarian. If a dog arrives and is not healthy to travel, the transporters will not allow the dog to travel.
2. Fridays are transport days. The dogs all meet in one place to get on the transport to go north.
The day of transport is generally madness on the Southern end of things. Each dog has to have a packet. The packet contains all the dog’s vet records, tags, information, and other things like Advantage Multi and collars. It takes a very long time to get 20 packets put together. Eli, pictured above, generally gets the dogs in the van to transport as it is very hard on a work day to get volunteers to be able to meet at 2 p.m. His day starts around 7 a.m. and goes until it is all done. Erin can be counted on to bring a couple of dogs, and other volunteers like Kelly, Ginger and Tom are frequent visitors.
We may send as many as 20 dogs to various places every week, so it is a complicated schedule. Dogs have to have records completed, vet appointments and grooming appointments made, and things get checked and double-checked. Did Lucy have a microchip done? Does Mason need a canine influenza booster? All these things have to be checked for every single dog. The spreadsheets that track who is going where and what is left to be done are mind-boggling. Plans have to be made to pick up dogs from fosters who work and we have a lot of help from people and some awesome kennels (Thank you Dogtopia and Robin’s Nest) who help us stash dogs in one place for transport. Traffic and weather are always a complication and we have to pay attention to weather events 1000 miles away. Who remembers the October blizzard last year? We certainly do.
The actual drop-off is a well-orchestrated dash. Other rescues are arriving with their dogs and everyone is busy loading dogs, walking dogs, giving dogs potty breaks, water for dogs, petting dogs and carrying dogs and trying not to forget toys, packets and last-minute instructions. All the while trying not to cry. We have had these dogs, cared for them and loved them and now they are leaving us to go to new homes in far-off places.
The actual transport is a converted thoroughbred horse trailer that is heated and cooled, clean and safe with appropriately-sized crates for all the dogs. Each dog gets watered immediately, and they are checked constantly on the road. Dogs get walked at various points along the route which is why a 1000 mile drive takes 22 hours. Each dog’s packet is marked with the crate number to prevent confusion later.
By Saturday morning, the first dogs are dropped off and volunteers and on some occasions, adopters, are there to see the dogs come off the transport truck. All of us on the Southern end live for the smiles on the other end. It makes what we do worth all the trouble. And you can trust us, it is trouble. Nothing worthwhile in life ever came without some headache attached to it. By Saturday evening, everyone is home. What the New England folks do is just as much work and involves finding foster homes, ensuring someone is there to meet every dog, and handling the inevitable travel disasters that occur.
All told, every week, to move just twenty dogs from one place to another requires the combined labor of 20 people and 200 hours. That’s a lot of love and labor from a lot of volunteers, all for dogs who need a home.
It is a dark day for us at Big Fluffy Dog Rescue. Hercules is one of three puppies we rescued six weeks ago from a farm in Alabama. One of his brothers died shortly after we got them from a horrific case of pneumonia. Hercules and his brother Apollo were hospitalized for a week and Hercules has been in and out of the hospital for several weeks since then. While Apollo appears to be recovering, Hercules continued to decline and wasted away in front of our eyes. Despite giving this puppy every thing we could and a vet who did every thing and then some, Hercules lost his battle this afternoon. We thank Dr. Herd for her efforts and Ginger for caring for him over the last several weeks. There are no words for the loss of one this young and especially after so much effort for him and by him. This puppy tried his hardest to get well and just could not. It is particularly bitter that this puppy’s life would have been entirely different if his original owners had bothered to provide basic care for him. And so it is that rescue is left to pick up the messes left by the thoughtless people who fail to care for their own creations. So much needless suffering reflected back at us from the deep, solemn eyes of a bewildered puppy hooked up to machines to try to save him. We’ll see you on the other side, Hercules. God speed.
For our fans who have asked how our young three-legged wonder is doing, here is his report from his foster Mom Sheila, who is by the way, totally awesome. A huge thank you Sheila from all 20,000 of us!
August 8-12th, 2012
I met my foster mom and dad today. One of the first things foster mom told me was “It’s better to hop on three legs than to limp on four.” She said some of her friends had come up with that. And she called me a tripawd. I liked the way that sounded!
I’m Lionel from Big Fluffy Dog Rescue. They saved my life and took care of me for a few weeks. I came to stay with my foster family on Wednesday, August 8th after having amputation surgery on August 7th. My left leg & hip were shattered when I was hit by a car and my rescue group and vet decided it would be in my best interest to spare me possible repeated surgeries attempting to repair the hip by amputating the leg. Amputation is a major surgery, but I feel so much better now— the pain of a shattered hip is gone, and I’m able to balance better with the leg out of my way. Dogs don’t worry about 4 or 3 legs like humans do. We’re just happy to be alive and loved.
My foster mom was so happy when I arrived bright-eyed, alert and very mobile for 24 hours post-surgery. I have no problem with the 3 steps off of her porch, but I do not like the hardwood floors inside. They are scary. But I figured it out—I can jump from rug to rug to avoid the slick floor. A friend of my foster mom’s who has a tripawd has said that her pyr eventually learned how to safely navigate slick surfaces. Until that happens area rugs or pet-specific gripper socks can be used to prevent falls and further injuries.
My foster family is cool. They treat me just like a dog. They do not pity me, nor do they allow anyone else to. They understand that yes, a bad thing happened to me, but I will be just fine. They are being careful that I do not fall or over do it, but the only “babying” that is going on is me getting petted all the time!
It’s important that my forever family be confident in my ability to live life as a “normal” dog.
I spent the first day and evening quietly in my crate, which I enjoy, or resting on the living room rug. I kept my walks to just the front yard for potty breaks, which were normal. I did whine just a little off and on, but I settled down quickly each time. Foster mom said it was important to take it easy, rest and she made sure I had my medicine when I needed it. I slept through the night like I usually do. The first night was so much fun—foster dad “camped” in the living room with me. He & foster mom did not want me to be alone. That was fun! He still sleeps with me in the living room just in case I need him at night.
Foster mom says I’m being a very good boy. I love my crate and after we go for walkies, I always lie down to rest in my crate. I’m housebroken, too.
I am on 100mg of Tramadol every 8 hours for pain for the next 7 days. Foster mom keeps the dosage very consistent, but I do not appear to be in any pain and the whining from the first day has stopped. Foster mom has not seen any signs of phantom pain or symptoms.
Foster mom & dad are feeding me well. She says I should gain about 10 pounds and gain some muscle. I am eating 2 cups of Purina One Salmon Kibble twice a day and she is giving me 1 can of tuna fish with my kibble for breakfast. She is concerned that the Tramadol is affecting my appetite. She is also starting me on 1500mg of glucosamine and 1000mg of salmon oil every night at dinner. It’s to help my joints, especially now that they have a bigger job to do. The salmon oil is for my skin and coat. It will help my incision heal quicker and all the Omega 3/6 are so good for me.
I do seem to have a possible grass or seasonal allergy. While on walks I love to sniff the grass maybe too much and I begin to reverse sneeze, sneeze and shake my head. Benadryl may be enough to manage the allergy, but foster mom wants to start slowly so we don’t impact the pain medication. Once I’m off of it I can take a larger dose.
I went to work with my foster dad on my second day post surgery. It gives my foster brothers time to spend with foster mom. I was able to maintain my balance in the back of the Envoy with ease—it’s a lot like surfing! And I can jump into my foster dad’s truck easily. On my second day I was able to walk around a small block and then later that evening I walked/jogged about ¼ mile with foster dad. I have great balance and mobility for a recent tripawd. My gait is very natural and strong, even when running.
I enjoy several short walks daily. I’m up to about ¾ of a mile daily (5 days post surgery)! I do have a little bit of a pull on walks. I walk on both sides of the leash holder. Foster mom is starting to work with me teaching me to walk on the left side & not pull (although I think she is secretly pleased that I am that strong!). With a proper exercise plan and core strengthening with balance ball work, I will have no trouble with endurance.
I am very quiet. So far no barking, but I am a pyr so that behavior may present itself once I feel better. I have seen my 2 foster cats through the baby gate and they seem cool – 1 is even a tripawd like me! Foster mom says that I can meet them this week, but I have to wear my leash. I’m going to go for a walk with my foster brother, Zeus, too. He seems nice and friendly. Foster mom says I have to wear my leash then, too.
Foster mom knows that I may decide that I don’t like cats and other dogs, but she wants me to try to be friendly. She says friends can be fun. I may decide that I want to live in a “one dog” family, but I can learn to be polite when I see other dogs in public.
I’m learning what a clicker is. I get hot dogs if I do what foster mom asks me to do. She says she insists that my forever family continue positive reinforcement training. I agree. I listen very well and I understand well, too. If someone was mean or forceful, I would not like that much and I would be afraid. I’m smart and eager to please!
I love attention! I do not mind strangers and children meeting me and petting me. I do prefer to be petted instead of not when people are with me. I do not exhibit the famous “paw pat” of most pyrs, but I will nudge your hand or arm, at times quiet determinedly, for attention! Don’t tell anyone, but I also enjoy a good ear rub!
I have a short coat without the thick undercoat that pyrs are famous for, but I do shed just as much as my furrier friends. A furminator and sturdy vacuum will be required for my forever home! I had a lot of fleas at some point (foster mom put Frontline on me Thursday) because foster mom says I have flea dirt on me. She is doing her best to brush it all off. Since I can’t have a bath until my incision heals completely. I even got furminated yesterday—that felt good!
My incision is healing right on schedule too and once my fur grows back I’ll be even more handsome!
I think I would do best in a home with older children who can handle my size and understand what being a tripawd pet means. I am happy lounging while you watch TV, but with proper training I could enjoy hikes and maybe even runs. I am a sweet boy with lots of love to give.
I should have no problems navigating life as a tripawd. Since I am a pyr mix and pyrs bark, I would not like an apartment. I will also need a securely fenced yard. I will love my forever family with all my heart. I will protect them, snuggle with them and play with them, well, forever. I can’t wait to meet them!
For more information on tripawd health, nutrition and gear visit the awesome site Tripawds.com.
Woofs & Licks!
This is Freckles, a 12 week old English setter/Great Pyrenees mix puppy. As you can see, he is hoping to camouflage himself by the tree to avoid having to come inside. He is adoptable and he is headed to New England. Anyone interested can email email@example.com.
This is Beckham, who found his home on Saturday with a wonderful family.
If it weren’t for bad luck, he’d have no luck at all, because within 24 hours of going home, Beckham found himself unable to pee and at the puppy ER. The nice vets determined that Beckham was suffering from bladder stones which blocked the urethra. In short, this poor boy has stones big enough to keep him from peeing. This is a bad thing.
Beckham is slated for surgery tomorrow morning. Because we as a rescue do not suck, we are absorbing the cost of this as we would have if he was still one of ours. It’s not fair to hand over a dog and 24 hours later have to handle a major surgery before there is time for the insurance to kick in. We expect a total bill in the $1600 range which is fiscally painful in light of Roxy’s continuing saga.
We are fundraising to keep us in the black so we can pay bills and rescue dogs. If you would like to donate, you can do so by paypal or credit card here: http://bigfluffydogs.com/pay-online.php (just be sure to note in the company name line it’s for Beckham or in the notes if using paypal so we can thank you properly).
As always, we thank everyone for their kindness for all our dogs.
Seriously. Ridiculously. Adorable.
Aiden is a six month old male Great Pyrenees who was found lying behind a liquor store in a small town in Tennessee, injured and dazed. Aiden was matted to the skin, emaciated, crawling with ticks and unable to stand. This is a town without an animal control facility (the sheriff just shoots them if he has to), and fortunately, a Good Samaritan was able to reach us and we found a vet to get him into immediately.
Aiden’s x-rays don’t look so good:
Aiden has a fractured pelvis and has to have surgery to make him well. Currently, he is underweight at 50 pounds and cannot stand on his own. He is in a tremendous amount of pain and the surgery will help heal the break. The estimate for his care is around $1200 which is a deal. We are fundraising to cover this so we don’t have to pass up other dogs because we blew our budget with this sweet boy. If you would like to donate, you can do so here:
For credit card, just type the name “Aiden” in the company name line so we know it’s for him and if by paypal, just write us a note in the comments box that says “Aiden”. We as always appreciate everyone’s generosity.
Aiden is also going to need a foster in the Nashville TN area for follow-up care. He will have to have cage rest and medicine for a few weeks and we need a foster home without more than a stair or two where he can stay. He is otherwise quite healthy and very sweet. If you can help foster him, please email firstname.lastname@example.org.
Sarah left us this afternoon at 4:15. The vet did all he could do to save her and she was in the midst of a multi-organ failure. Sarah came to us in the fall, happy and sassy, and unfortunately, heartworm positive. Sarah is a casualty of heartworm treatment complications and although this is the first time in ten years of rescue we have lost a dog to heartworm treatment, it is a risk.
Sarah had a love of life that made her believe that every day was the greatest day ever. She was a joy to be around and a natural born clown that brought smiles to all who knew her. Some dogs make the world a brighter place to be and Sarah was one of those dogs. Our hearts go out to Chris who fostered her and loved her and who is keenly feeling the loss. We always forget that we only get to keep these dogs on temporary loan and we are ill-prepared to endure the silence and the loss.
We will mourn her passing, but we do not regret the time we had. We will see you on the other side Sarah.
Once in a while in rescue, you get thrown a curveball. Sarah is a young, happy and healthy dog who happened to have a mild case of heartworms. We’ve had lots of these dogs in rescue and all have done just fine. She was treated two weeks ago with the standard immiticide treatment which is essentially arsenic. The treatment is every bit as bad as it sounds and it is expensive too.
Yesterday, Sarah collapsed. She is running a fever of 106, she is suffering from pancreatitis and kidney failure and we do not know if she will survive. Her foster Dad Chris has done everything he can to help her and now it is completely out of our hands as to whether we can save her. This is breaking our hearts, mine in particular, because Sarah was my personal foster, too. I love this funny, quirky little girl and I want more than anything for her to get better. If you have a reason to say a silent prayer or wish upon the wind for something, think good thoughts about Sarah. The world would be a darker place without her in it.
She is at the vet in Maine and they are doing what they can to save her. I know someone will ask, and if anyone wants to donate directly for her hospitalization, you can donate here: http://bigfluffydogs.com/pay-online.php (just note it is for Sarah) or you can call the vet, too at 207-846-6515.
Meet Allison. This ten-year old girl came to rescue in early October as a puppy mill survivor. She arrived very underweight and a little timid, but a vet examination revealed that she had almost no teeth to speak of as someone had pulled most of them out. The vet thought that it was a home-done dental extraction given the look of her teeth. The vet said Allison had also had litter upon litter of puppies and had been bred as recently as six months before. At her age and in her condition, that’s outright cruelty. Despite all this, Allison is a happy and friendly girl. She loves to be petted and brushed and she enjoys her treats. She does fine with the minimal teeth she has. She is great with cats and kids. She is very food protective still which is unsurprising since she has had to compete for food for most of her life. Aside from that, she’s a doll. She is hoping to find a home that will love her and cherish her as she deserves to be. She is perfectly crate-trained and happy to spend her days lounging in front of the fireplace. If you are interested in adopting this doll, please email email@example.com.
File this one under “Tales of the Improbable.” 1/2 Jack Russell Terrier. 1/2 Great Pyrenees.
They are adorable and they are adoptable. In New England now. Email Elizabeth@bigfluffydogs.com.
Lucy the nine-month-old Great Pyrenees is currently accepting applications for new owners. The successful Lucy applicant will have specific skills, including knowledge of how to open the refrigerator and provide treats, experience with tummy petting, and a working understanding of why people exist to serve their dogs. Those who dislike squirrels will be given special consideration. Lucy prefers that her new owners have a fenced yard, knowledge of smart working breeds, a keen appreciation for mat rakes and combs, and kids to play with. She will tolerate cats and dogs, but she does not want to go to an owner with a dog that will be mean to her. If you are interested in applying to be Lucy’s new family, email firstname.lastname@example.org.
It is with incredible sadness that I pass along the news of Harry’s unexpected death. Harry passed away quietly in the night in the home of his foster Mom. We are obviously shocked to lose him as we did not suspect for a moment that he would not make it through this. We do not know the cause, but we suspect he had heartworm disease which coupled with the starvation was too much for him to overcome. Harry was a sweet soul and he was patient and stoic as we tried to make him feel better. Yesterday, he leaned on me, resting his head while I petted him, looking up at me with bottomless brown eyes. I am angered beyond words at the condition his owners left him in and it breaks my heart that the only true kindness he knew came at the very end of his life. Some may say we should draw comfort in the fact that he was with us at the end. I confess I am not a good enough human being to find comfort in that at this moment and I long to see the person who left him in this condition suffer as he suffered. My faith in our collective worth is rock-bottom low today. Good night, Sweet Prince. We will miss you.
Meet Dallas. Dallas is a 3-year-old male border collie/Great Pyrenees who came to us after a neighbor intervened to save his life. Dallas spent his entire life chained to a dog house until he was rescued. This sweet boy loves people, other dogs and pretty much everyone and everything. He is rapidly learning how to be a good inside boy and that counters are not places he should look for food. Dallas has been shaved down for the summer, but he will be mega-fluffy once it grows back in. He is not massive at 70 pounds. This is a playful, happy dog. He is available in New England.[caption id="attachment_725"
Meet Floyd and Zoe. These adorable little border collie/Great Pyrenees puppies are just shy of 13 weeks old now and weigh in at an impressive 35 pounds. These will be big dogs as adults and they are smart, lazy and friendly dogs. They are now up for adoption in New England. If you’re interested, email email@example.com.
Meet Maggie. Maggie is a 3 year old female Great Pyrenees who originally came to rescue as a puppy. Miss Maggie was injured as a baby when she jumped out of the back of a truck on an interstate and shattered her back leg. She came to us from the vet where the owners surrendered her when they could not afford her care. We tried to fix Maggie’s leg with plates and pins, but in the end, we had to amputate. Maggie went to a home and all was well until her people divorced and she found herself in a very big city in a tiny apartment. Maggie was surrendered back to rescue and she was very sad for a while. She is happy again and she is again ready for a permanent home. Maggie is a great dog. She plays well with other dogs, is fine with cats and is impeccable in the house. She has been fine with every child we have ever had her with. Maggie is a Great Pyrenees and does Great Pyrenees things, like pretending she has no idea what you want when you tell her it’s time to come inside. She also will bark outside. Maggie is an absolutely wonderful dog. She requires a home with a fenced yard for exercise as long walks are not in her future with that missing back leg. She gets around just fine, but she will never win a track and field event, unless it’s the three-legged race. If you are interested in Maggie, please email firstname.lastname@example.org.
And just so you can see how cute she was as a baby, Maggie in 2008:
A new Olympic sport just for dogs – synchronized staring.
Being in sync with your staring partner is critical:
Definitely a gold medal.
Meet Jeb and his sister Belle. The two of them have been together all their lives and were turned in to a shelter together. We were asked to take Jeb, but under our No Dog Left Behind policy, Belle has come along as an honorary big fluffy. Jeb is a very large, lazy and sweet Great Pyrenees, probably around 2. Belle appears to be older, maybe 4, and she appears to be a lab/dachshund mix (really). The two are completely devoted to each other and they must stay together. They do well with other dogs and cats and kids and are very well-mannered. If you think you can help AND you are in the middle Tennessee area or can get reasonably close, please email email@example.com.
This is Possum, a 12 week old male Great Pyrenees mix puppy. He is adoptable, he is adorable, and he is available. Start your engines. firstname.lastname@example.org is the contact.
Meet David. David is an 11 month old Great Pyrenees in rescue with us. He is obviously a good-sized dog, but appearances can be deceiving.
This counter is 4 plus feet high. David easily reaches over. No sandwich on the counter is safe. When David realizes that it’s going to be a bath, he’s checking out the way out.
Keep in mind, he’s at an angle to the door and not at full extension. David is indeed a big, fluffy dog.
PS He is also adoptable this week.