Tuesday, November 06, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Bella, Della, Duncan and Delta
Blessed to have all four of our latest rescues going to a FURever home together! Joe and Bethany have went above and beyond the Howl of Duty...
Thursday, October 04, 2012
Clouds...
Time for Storytelling in Jonesborough, TN
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Duke gets his FURever home!
Monday, August 27, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Duke is in the house....
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
RIP Donovan
Very few men got to be
friends with Donovan. He was particular in who he thought was of enough
character to approach him. Those who could were treated to a 100% loving
acceptance type attitude. Those who couldn't... need not apply. I was one of
the lucky ones, as a matter of fact, I was one of maybe four men who he shared
his world with. Women were usually a different matter. He was a ladies scot
that relished his lovins' from the female world.
Now when it came to
'scottitude', Donovan had his share. Often times he would let you know he was
paying attention to what you were doing by ignoring you. Not like Ms. Maddie though. Oh, he would take a
quick peek back towards your direction as you begged for attention, but then he
would do the 1,000 yard stare. He knew you were there, ready to scratch and
love, but he also knew you needed to wait, just a few moments longer.
Donovan showed his LOVE for his human momma
Shelby by using her as a seat cushion lots of times. Most often we got to see that when we
were on our camping trips. I guess you can see a lot more from a higher vantage
point (especially one that would keep scratching and petting as long as you sit
there). From there, squirrels were simply low hanging fruit to Donovan. As a captain
peering from the wheelhouse, he would sit on Shelby's lap or on the back deck and scan the horizon
for the enemy. I'm pretty sure he never got Christmas cards from the backyard
squirrels, nor love letters either.
Donovan was siblings with 'big
sis' Maddie, and was 'big bro' to our Maggie. His squirrel hunting buddy Marley
was his first in command and his backup was Chaplin. Those three scotties were responsible
for the rescue of a ton of other scotties so you might say, he was a big
brother to a huge extended clan.
He was a linebacker type
scottie but moved like a lightning flash. He was the picture of what a
male scottie could be, even should be. Big broad back, piercing dark brown eyes
and a chest just made for rubbing. He never was a complainer, never a whiner,
always ready for more... and he had cancer. You can't imagine the shock of
finding out that he wasn't healthy. He was not healthy at all. As I said, he
never complained, never made out that he wasn't well, he just went through life
like it would never end. Unfortunately, the cancer was too much and time was
too little. Even though you get almost 12 years, you always want 12 more, at
least...
Everything possible was done
to help him. Trips to UT School of Veterinarian Medicine, trips to several
local vets, prayer chains, treatment options... everything anyone with a
scottie would try. He even had got a custom-made catheter bag which he carried
by means of his harness. He was styling, profiling and thought he was too cool.
The hard part was letting him go. Donovan loved his Shelby and Doug, loved his
other scotties that he spent his days in the backyard with and loved his entire
extended scottie clan.
He is better now, rested up
and ready for those pesky squirrels that made it to heaven I'm sure. His cancer
a long gone memory, his pain and suffering no more. I also have no doubt he's
found a lap or two from which to wait and watch for his human mamma Shelby.
So long Big D, leave Heaven's
doggie door open... we miss you!
Signed... the
aaaAAARRRrrooOOOoo Crew
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
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