Sometimes, he'll find puddle of water and lay down in it. Sometimes he'll dive under a tree and emerge with a plastic sack looped around his neck and flapping in the breeze like a superhero's cape. (OK, that only happened once, and I desperately wish I had a photo.) On Friday night, I looked up to see him romping through the grass with a fellow bully dog.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Machete finds a sweet Spot
Sometimes, he'll find puddle of water and lay down in it. Sometimes he'll dive under a tree and emerge with a plastic sack looped around his neck and flapping in the breeze like a superhero's cape. (OK, that only happened once, and I desperately wish I had a photo.) On Friday night, I looked up to see him romping through the grass with a fellow bully dog.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
New mascot for the Kansas City Chiefs?
Somewhere out there is a Kansas City Chiefs fan in need of a football-sized dog with whom to watch the games. Babette the terrier mix desperately needs to meet that person.
At some point during the game at Arrowhead Stadium on August 26, Babette wandered onto the Arrowhead grounds.
We have been in touch with the shelter and our friends in the dog rescue community since learning of her case. Babette is now officially available for adoption from the shelter. Check our her profile on Petfinder.com. For $100, you can take her home. For $15, a licensed rescue group can get her into a foster situation.
I wish that we could foster her, but with Machete we are already at the city's legal limit for pets (four dogs and cats in any combination). So, we are hoping some other local foster family will step up. Better yet would be a forever family.
As commenter Jennifer Hunter remarked in response to a Pitch post about Babette today, it would be awesome if the Chiefs decided to somehow help Babette get out of the shelter. Located not far from Arrowhead Stadium, Kansas City, Missouri's animal shelter euthanizes between 6,000 and 9,000 dogs every year.
If the Chiefs adopted Babette -- or just helped publicize her story -- the notoriety would surely help save more shelter animals' lives than just Babette's.
So, whaddya say, Chiefs? How about throwing up her picture at the next game for 76,000 people to see?
Special thanks to my friend Stacy A. for whipping up this e-flier for Babette.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Original wayward blond?
Time flies. I snapped these pictures on Wednesday, August 24. I believe this is the third sighting of this particular blond. (I think he's the original wayward blond that I mistook for a female several weeks ago.) He is always hanging around the same block. My hope is that he lives there. He and the boxer did seem to be friendly -- they definitely were not fence-fighting.
I pulled over and squatted down to see if he'd approach me. He seemed skiddish but didn't run away as long as I didn't seem to move toward him. Lacking a leash and the ability to take this guy on, I tossed him a milkbone and went to get back in my car.
At that moment, another woman pulled over, demanding to know if the dog was mine. She was pretty excited and claimed she'd seen it lunge at people. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't get the vibe that this particular dog would attack unless it felt cornered. She mentioned calling animal control to come pick him up. I haven't seen him since.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Wayward Boston Terrier
It never fails that after a storm, dogs come a running. In the past three days, we have seen three -- what I think was the blond dog from the last post again, a chow and today I caught a Boston Terrier.
No signs of a family searching for him yet, but I can't imagine someone isn't. Almost immediately upon posting a found dog ad on Craigslist I had a message from someone who wanted to take him. She wanted him for her daughter today. I was like, um, we are giving his owners a little more time. (As I hope someone would if they found any of our dogs.)
We can't foster little Meatball, as we started calling the Boston, so I think a neighbor will take over tomorrow.We still have Charlie Machete, although he is slated to spend the night with a potential adopter tomorrow. She is awesome, and I so hope she takes Machete permanently.
We really cannot manage three big dogs (two of whom don't get along) plus Scooby. It's wreaking havoc on our house, actually. And Machete is not the easiest guy to deal with. He is as stubborn as he is sweet and a touch unpredictable in certain situations. I have a good feeling about his potential adopter's ability to manage with his quirks. She is quite smitten with him after just one meeting, in fact. But if it is not a match, I don't know how much longer we can hold out.
Suffice it to say, the foster situation would be a lot easier if Machete was Meatball.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Wayward blond dog!
I just spotted her in the neighborhood. Timid. Maybe feral. She was blocking traffic. I pulled over and got out, but she darted. Good luck, pretty thing. You could be Machete's sister with that face.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Wayward dog Chale Machete seeks a forever home
A little over a week ago, I posted a photo of a coal black pit/lab mix that we found across the street from our house. Chale Machete, as we've taken to calling him, is still with us.
In spite of his menacing (to some) appearance, he's a great dog. From the first night, as soon as he realized we wouldn't hurt him, he showed an affectionate spirit. Sixty-pound Machete lives to snuggle -- nearly as much as my miniature pinscher does. He likes to lay at your feet in the kitchen and sprawl across you on the couch, bed or in the car. Having vehemently resisted a leash initially, he's now come to realize it means an exciting chance to go outside.
Of course, life with Machete isn't all puppy licks and cuddling. His incessant curiosity and eagerness to play inspires growls from the cat and our dogs, none of whom seem all that stoked about adding to the pack. Adjusting to his presence means changing the routines of feeding time, walks and guarding any open door because he's always ready to run out and explore.
Having found no trace of anyone searching for him, we are now faced with fostering Machete until someone will take him off of our hands.
I'd be lying if I said this whole experience hasn't caused me to question my desire to keep chasing after stray dogs. From having taken in Minnie and ultimately deciding to keep her last year, I have always understood that in catching loose canines, you run the risk of getting stuck with them.
And that can be expensive, inconvenient, even -- depending on the animal -- dangerous to you or your pets.
As I write this, I can see one of our neighbors walking past. A day or so before we caught Machete, he also attempted to capture the dog and failed. A few days later, his family ended up with a big, fluffy black and white dog that was running around, barely able to breathe due to a tether knotted tightly around its neck. I know my neighbor, who has the strange dog and not his own with him now, is experiencing a similar sense of "What have I gotten myself into?"
But what's the alternative? Letting people-dependent animals roam freely until they die or, even worse, attack a runner, pedestrian or child out of illness, fear and general confusion?
I completely understand that everyone isn't up to the task of taking in -- temporarily or permanently -- lost dogs that may or may not rightfully belong to someone else. But getting them off the streets is important, even if you aren't in the position to care for the animal yourself.
Animal shelters are depressing places, and I hope that we never have to surrender a creature to one and the high probability of death that comes along with that fate (especially for black dogs and cats). But the fact of the matter is that no one wants a neighborhood overrun with half-feral dogs. I have been to cities in Latin America with that problem. It's scary.
Shelters exist for a reason, and so does the huge network of animal rescue organizations and resources available to people who have lost or found pets.
We are extremely grateful to one local organization, Friends of Halfway Home, which has helped us to help Machete. (Please consider making a donation to Friends if you can.)
Thanks to this group's amazing support, he's now neutered (in accordance with Kansas City, Missouri, law for pit bulls), microchipped and up to date on shots.
Unfortunately, Machete happens to be heartworm positive, but he will begin treatment for that next week. We are optimistic that Machete, who is otherwise vigorous and younger than our dog Luke was when he recovered from heartworms, will be just fine.
We are also optimistic that someone will come forward to give this dog a new life in a less crowded home with snuggles to spare. Please contact me if you or anyone you know is interested in adopting Machete. He deserves love.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wayward dog alert!
Monday, June 20, 2011
Wayward dog #2 - Stella (again)
I totally called it. We had a crazy storm on Friday night/early Saturday morning, and I said I bet we found a wayward dog sometime Saturday. I figured it would be some new dog, though.
Stella hadn't quite made it to the trail when I first saw her this time. She was nervously making her way through the neighborhood, randomly running from yard to street. Before greeting Luke and me (which is how I caught her), she nearly got hit by a car.
I should have known that was too easy. Not five minutes after I called her owner, skinny Stella slipped out of our backyard gate with Zach. So began a 20-minute game of chase as she zipped around the neighborhood a couple of blocks over. Her most infuriating trick is lying down in the grass as if she's tired and looking at you with eyes that beg for a pet. As soon as you get close to her, she takes off again.
Fortunately, she ran right up to a young couple and their son, who, as the owners of a sweet brindle pit bull named Zeus, were willing to help us nab Stella. Enticing her with french fries, their child, the chance for a car ride and the chance to go inside still seemed to take forever. But someone finally snagged her collar, and Zach fashioned his belt into a makeshift leash.
When we got back to our house, Stella's owner was pacing our property in confusion. He seemed embarrassed that I was returning his dog for the third time in about a month. (Apparently, this time storm damage messed up their fence.) As he put one of those slip-leashes the vet gives you around the dog's head, he explained that she's supposed to be part Greyhound. No wonder she can run.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Wayward dog #2 - Bella
I grabbed a leash (but not my phone, hence no picture) and took up chase. The well-groomed creamy white and tan creature, however, was not interested in being caught. She loped down the trail, occasionally slowing to sniff around someone else's dogs or a trash can, but as soon as I got within in 10 feet, she'd dart. After three blocks, I just about gave up, but some bicyclists assured me she was just ahead, and when I rounded the bend, there she was. With a guy, who was gripping her collar.
My relief was doubled when he said he was her owner, who turned out to be a really nice guy. He'd been at the bar and received a voicemail from his roommate informing him his dog Bella had gotten out. He was, in fact, just beginning to search when the dog found him. Smart dog.
Because Bella's owner was headed the same way I came, we walked together. Within a few sentences, he figured out that I live in the house with the new garden that he rides his bicycle past every day. I started to describe my own dogs, but he cut me off with his own descriptions -- "the cool ones who lay in the yard" and the "little one who always barks at me when I ride past." I didn't really know what to say beyond that, except, "Yeah, I was planting when we saw your dog but was actually a little relieved for the break."
I'm still getting used to being the person in the neighborhood with the crazy, evolving yard. We've taken out trees and put in trees, built a retaining wall and planted, planted, planted. It's awesome. I'm so proud of us and excited about what's to come. But I'm also aware that to some people, this endeavor could make us seem like the neighborhood eccentrics.
So does chasing after lost dogs. This, I felt keenly in the awkward non-response that Bella's owner provided after I breathlessly explained 1) that I just started a blog about lost dogs and 2) how we recently chased a hunting dog probably two miles before giving up.
Oh, well. It's not like he could judge me.







