Showing posts with label Italian Greyhound rescue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italian Greyhound rescue. Show all posts

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Lucky - Our Favorite Foster (Alec's Too!) - Consider Fostering an Italian Greyhound!

Lucky was a tiny seal (black), seven pound Italian Greyhound who had spent the first 7 or 8 years of her life as a puppy mill breeder. Lucky had lost her left hind foot sometime during her puppy mill years. Life as a puppy mill breeder had not been kind to Lucky.

When I picked Lucky up from the family who had done her take-in, it was evident Lucky had not only spent her life giving birth to puppies, she had not been socialized for human contact. Lucky was in essence a feral dog!

Upon arrival at our house, Lucky wasted no time letting Angel, our mixed female, and Berkeley, our biggie Iggie, know who was boss and there would be no questioning her authority! Alec was a different matter entirely. Lucky was seemingly smitten with Alec. It was love at first sight! Poor Alec never knew what hit him!

Lucky lived with us as our foster for over 8 months before she was adopted. When she left our family for her forever home, Lucky had gone from a nearly wild dog who was terrified of humans and being inside and who would bite to defend herself, to a gentle, loving little diva, who loved nothing better than napping sprawled across a human member of our family. Nothing that is except snuggling up to Alec!

The Itsy-bits, Alec and Lucky, outside together.

The link to a video below was filmed and produced by Jean Stiplevich and was used to help "market" Lucky to potential forever families. So many people had taken one look at spunky little Lucky's missing foot and passed on adopting her, extra measures were taken by the IG rescue to help place Lucky. Alec appears here and there in the video and you get an idea of just how small these two Iggies were. They were so small my wife Lisa dubbed the pair of lovebirds the "Itsy-bits."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tT-aYrXGU4

Lucky was a determined little customer who would not take no for an answer. Once Lucky decided humans were not so bad, she decided sleeping in a crate by herself was no longer the way a tiny princess should spend her nights. Especially since loverboy Alec and pest Berkeley got to sleep under warm blankets with their humans.

So that night Lucky started barking. This in itself was unusual as Lucky just didn't bark. She kept this up the entire night, depriving the humans of the house of any sleep, not that Lucky cared.

The next night as soon as all was quiet, Lucky resumed her policy of no human sleeps until she was in bed with Alec! After trying to get her to sleep with our youngest daughter, Emily, for several hours, my wife Lisa in a fit of irritation said to just get Lucky and let her sleep with us. If Lucky still kept barking she was heading to another foster home!

Up the stairs I went to get Lucky. I opened the door to Emily's room and a little black missile sped between my feet, down the stairs, took the corner skidding on our hardwood floor and zoomed down the hall into the master bedroom! I got back in bed, not even bothering to look for Lucky.

About twenty minutes later I was awakened from a sound sleep by snarling from Alec. It would seem little Miss Lucky had found her way under the blankets and was muscling Alec out of his preferred sleeping spot during the winter, snuggled against my side under my right arm while resting his chin on my shoulder.

In the dim light I could see poor Alec's confused expression as he looked at me, almost as if to ask "what am I supposed to do with her?" That night a content Lucky slept comfortably in Alec's spot, using Alec rather than my shoulder for a pillow.

Alec gave up trying to resist Lucky's advances fairly quickly and each night with a resigned look on his face, Alec would move to let Lucky have the preferred sleeping spot. Poor Berkeley just looked on each night with a sad expression as Lucky would not give him the time of day, other than to let Berkeley know she thought he was rude and boorish!

Lucky "muscles" Alec out of his Daddy's lap once again!

The Itsy-bits became inseparable and followed each other everywhere. While we were happy Lucky was finally adopted, we were sad to see her leave as was Alec, who was sad to see his little princess go.

We learned several years later that Lucky lived out her days as a spoiled little Iggy Princess who ruled the roost. She developed cancer and passed away in her sleep one night. 

While Lucky lived the last years of her life being loved and spoiled like all little Iggy Princesses should be, there are still far too many Iggies who live horrible lives working as breeders in puppy mills. Any chance you get, please support efforts to shut down puppy mills and put an end to the horrible conditions these animals, regardless of breed of dog, live in.

When puppy mills are closed, often large numbers of animals must come into rescue or be put to sleep humanely. These animals have done nothing wrong other than have the misfortune to become the possession of a puppy mill operator. Please consider being a foster parent for a dog needing shelter, medical care and socialization until a forever home can be found.

To Lucky and Alec, a pair of puppy mill survivors whose years were too few in number. Both are classic examples of the kind of wonderful, loving and entertaining companion a survivor of a puppy mill can become. They just need a chance.

 Lucky relaxing with me after a demanding film session for her debut film!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Mom Never Had a Chance - Berkeley's Arrival

When my wife Lisa's little Maltese/Pekinese mix, Sammy, crossed the Rainbow Bridge, Lisa understandably missed her tiny companion. None of the family had ever seen an Italian Greyhound before a visit to PetSmart to get some dog food for our remaining two dogs.

It was "Adopt a Pet" day from a local rescue and two of the dogs up for adoption was a female Iggy with her mix puppy, a cute little male.  Everyone was fascinated with the mother and her sleek appearance.

What interested Lisa was the fact that Italian Greyhounds don't shed! They do, but an Iggy's hair is so short it is hard to see.

As time passed, the kids and I became more and more convinced Mom needed a new companion. Remembering Lisa's interest in the Italian Greyhound at PetSmart, I did some research on the breed. It sounded like a perfect fit for my wife.

The kids agreed with me and so we went through the "vetting process" to adopt an Italian Greyhound from the local Iggy Rescue. After being approved, we had to finally tell Lisa what her Christmas present would be that year. She was less than thrilled.

Things got worse as each Iggy that was brought by to see if she liked it did nothing to get her to warm up to the idea of a new little companion. Finally, with Christmas Day looming, a beautiful fawn colored male became available in the Dallas area. No problem except we live in the Greater Houston Area.

We made the drive to Dallas, spent the night in a hotel, and met with Berkeley's foster mom in her home. At this point Lisa just wanted to go back home and was willing to take Berkeley with her just to return home.

Berkeley had other plans in mind for Lisa. Taking and immediate liking to Lisa, Berkeley ran around his foster mom's house barking and taking running leaps into Lisa's lap. When pausing to catch his breath, Berkeley would "kiss" Lisa's ears, all to the delight of Berk's foster mom. She informed Lisa Berkeley had never warmed up to any other potential adopters, so if Lisa wanted to adopt him, Berkeley was all hers.

Our youngest daughter Emily was with us and just loved Berkeley's playful attitude and was all for adopting him on the spot. I just wanted to get what was seeming to become more and more of a bad idea with each passing day behind us before my wife put her foot down and said no to adopting another dog.

Lisa, mainly wanting to return home, stated if Emily liked Berkeley, we would keep him, so the deal was done.

Half-way home, with Berkeley riding in his crate, Emily announced she need to have a bathroom stop. Pulling over to a rest area, I took Emily while Lisa walked Berkeley. Upon our return, Emily and I climbed into our family van with Berkeley while Lisa used the lady's room.

Berkeley was preparing to enter phase two of his plan to snare his new Mom's heart. Refusing to go back in his crate, Berk settled down in the passenger seat to wait for Lisa's return.

None to happy to see Berkeley out of his crate as she climbed into her seat, Berkeley slipped into Lisa's lap, rolled over on his back and began to rub his cheek on my wife's chest. It took that little con artist all of three seconds for Lisa to decide Berkeley needed to be held instead of riding the rest of the way home in the crate. 

As we drove down Interstate 45, I glanced over with a little concern at my new competition I had inadvertently arranged for my wife to adopt. Berkeley was resting comfortably in Lisa's lap and glanced over in my direction and it was at that moment I realized we were in the presence of a master con artist. I will forever believe that Iggy winked at me!

Late that night, after introducing Berkeley to our two other mixed breed dogs, one of whom laid down the various laws according to Nardy, the alpha of our trio, it was time for all the weary humans, dogs and an Iggy to go to sleep.

Lisa had already announced Berkeley could sleep on the floor or in his crate. She had no intentions of allowing the rumored habit of Iggies sleeping with their humans take root. It made little difference to her that Nardy slept on the end of our bed and Angel slept under the bed, Berkeley would not have the luxury of sleeping anywhere near our bed.

It was then that Berkeley revealed his true mastery of the art of conning a human into doing what he wanted. Within two minutes of the lights being turned out, Berkeley quietly climbed on to our bed, slowly walked up to my wife, and politely tapped her twice on her shoulder. Lisa rolled over only to see Berkeley's tail vanish under the blankets as he emitted the most pathetic sound I have heard coming from a dog.

With in seconds Momma's new baby was curled up and getting hugged and petted by his helpless victim, my wife. As Lisa carefully got comfortable again, Berkeley rested comfortably with his head on her pillow, all warm and snug under the blankets. Once again that dog looked over at me, and winked, this time with a big smile on his face.

My poor wife never had a chance.