Name Brands Need Not Apply
A huge welcome to the newest family member, introducing little Generic Morgan:
Prada has accepted a dog into her home. My sister in law is not very dog prone and began a search for the perfect beast a while ago, with the guidelines that it not shed, drool, bark, eat, shit or otherwise want affection. I was eager to help, but did mention that she would be hard pressed to find a dog that didn't poop. All the same I was on board to help her find that perfect, non-shitting animal. She was considering a private breeder or a pet shop and I gulped a ... ok LOT at the pet shop idea because we all know that most of those animals come from puppy mills which is one of the biggest herpes on the face of animal cruelty.
So while Prada welcomed me to the Dark Side for buying Ralph Lauren spectacles a month or so ago, I welcomed her to my own Dark Side with overwhelming refreshment that she'd found a dog she wanted - a rescue baby. I may have even teared up.
The little girl was available through a local chapter of "take one please" but Prada was not getting any return calls about the girl. I went to task and I really think some of it was luck and some of it was persistance. I got the number of Foster Mom and ended up chatting with the woman for a .... long..... long..... (save me?) long time. I reported all my spy information to Prada - things like that Foster Mom was losing a long time pet and had recently gotten a "replacement" dog, and fed Prads that info so she could use the "we also just lost a dog and the house seems to empty since..." angle. All of which is true. Not that Prada would need to lie, getting her to accept a dog at all is interesting, and her home is ideal, but you never know how picky people will be - sometimes even harder than getting a purebred dog. My rescue babies were a tackle to obtain, and it's fair because these folks really give a shit and don't want to see the doglett (thanks Miss Nev for the word) back even more confused about where it is.
Prada had a bunch of questions that are hard to answer, and as a dog person I softly smile at them. "What if we don't bond?" "What if I don't like it?" "Am I doing the right thing for getting a rescue?" Well, lol I don't really know. Bonding takes time and living with a dog is not the same as a cat. Also no two dogs are the same so I can't really say anything except right-fucking-on for getting a rescue pup.
Prada was eager and contacted the ridiculously chatty Foster Mom, and no shit... was able to leave with her within about 4 hours of my leg work.
I believe they are changing the little ones' name but for now I'm calling her Generic as she's been named at least 3 different things in her short life. They swumg by our house on the way home for a meet and greet and this is one sweet girl. I also happen to like that her front paws swing outward.
Very small and crazy skinny, but has a great little heart to her. We have no damn clue what she is, her fur is quite wirey and she has a handsome beard to her. I wanted to feed her immediately and always get sad when I see dogs who are hungry with no way to help themselves. I can only imagine her past, and the past of so many others... what a struggle for them and none of it their fault. It truly breaks my heart.
She looks like a meal for anything hungry, but having lived with the Russian for this long, it's not too hard to defend a walking crouton. Hoping it works out for lil Generic, second and sometimes even third chances rock and I am beyond happy for the family and that adorable beast. Way to go Prada, recycled dogs need and crave love too, it's so rewarding.
- DM
Prada has accepted a dog into her home. My sister in law is not very dog prone and began a search for the perfect beast a while ago, with the guidelines that it not shed, drool, bark, eat, shit or otherwise want affection. I was eager to help, but did mention that she would be hard pressed to find a dog that didn't poop. All the same I was on board to help her find that perfect, non-shitting animal. She was considering a private breeder or a pet shop and I gulped a ... ok LOT at the pet shop idea because we all know that most of those animals come from puppy mills which is one of the biggest herpes on the face of animal cruelty.So while Prada welcomed me to the Dark Side for buying Ralph Lauren spectacles a month or so ago, I welcomed her to my own Dark Side with overwhelming refreshment that she'd found a dog she wanted - a rescue baby. I may have even teared up.
The little girl was available through a local chapter of "take one please" but Prada was not getting any return calls about the girl. I went to task and I really think some of it was luck and some of it was persistance. I got the number of Foster Mom and ended up chatting with the woman for a .... long..... long..... (save me?) long time. I reported all my spy information to Prada - things like that Foster Mom was losing a long time pet and had recently gotten a "replacement" dog, and fed Prads that info so she could use the "we also just lost a dog and the house seems to empty since..." angle. All of which is true. Not that Prada would need to lie, getting her to accept a dog at all is interesting, and her home is ideal, but you never know how picky people will be - sometimes even harder than getting a purebred dog. My rescue babies were a tackle to obtain, and it's fair because these folks really give a shit and don't want to see the doglett (thanks Miss Nev for the word) back even more confused about where it is.
Prada had a bunch of questions that are hard to answer, and as a dog person I softly smile at them. "What if we don't bond?" "What if I don't like it?" "Am I doing the right thing for getting a rescue?" Well, lol I don't really know. Bonding takes time and living with a dog is not the same as a cat. Also no two dogs are the same so I can't really say anything except right-fucking-on for getting a rescue pup.
Prada was eager and contacted the ridiculously chatty Foster Mom, and no shit... was able to leave with her within about 4 hours of my leg work.
I believe they are changing the little ones' name but for now I'm calling her Generic as she's been named at least 3 different things in her short life. They swumg by our house on the way home for a meet and greet and this is one sweet girl. I also happen to like that her front paws swing outward.
Very small and crazy skinny, but has a great little heart to her. We have no damn clue what she is, her fur is quite wirey and she has a handsome beard to her. I wanted to feed her immediately and always get sad when I see dogs who are hungry with no way to help themselves. I can only imagine her past, and the past of so many others... what a struggle for them and none of it their fault. It truly breaks my heart.
She looks like a meal for anything hungry, but having lived with the Russian for this long, it's not too hard to defend a walking crouton. Hoping it works out for lil Generic, second and sometimes even third chances rock and I am beyond happy for the family and that adorable beast. Way to go Prada, recycled dogs need and crave love too, it's so rewarding.- DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
6:21 PM
5 Comments:
congrats to Prada and puppy :)
Biscuit and Waffles both came from the shelter and they both seem so grateful to have a home. I realize that probably sounds silly, but it's the way I feel :)
I know it's easy to read into, but I also have thought shelter babies are a bit more grateful but Kylee not being a shelter dog is a very humble soul. I'm just happy for the whole lot of them in general. God knows a happy ending is SO appreciated these days.
Her new name is Roxy Chicawawa. Not housebroken but other than that has been Perfect. No mischief, no biting, no barking, no shedding, no licking, no slober, but I had to accept pee and poop. I do think that she is part cat as well. Is that possible?
You have kids so probably know the cartoon "Nothin' in the world like a lil cat-dog!"
Boy is she a cutie. Congrats to Prada and Roxy for finding one another.
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