New Sister

Has anyone noticed that I have a new sister? I know I'm in a new home and all, and that's fun and exciting, but don't forget to take a look at my sister's page! I know if I was still living with Anj, I'd be trying to run her ragged. (she's a more submissive dog Anj says). But just 'cause she's not as crazy and funny as me, doesn't mean you shouldn't look at her page. She's a rescue doggy too, Mama Anj is very good at helping us homeless pooches.

If you're looking for a new pooch, don't forget rescue!

my last visit with mom :(

Well the rescue people have done it! They've finally trained me enough to be a companion animal and now I get to go to a forever home with a paraplegic. I will be leaving the shelter next week so Anj came to see me on Friday to give me some last hugs.

She was only upset because she thought the rescue folks had been cheating by not letting me go to a home and instead keeping me in a kennel. It was a very nice kennel, but not the same as car rides and hanging out with Anj and seeing the Punkin and going to visit Christine and Drew. In fact, it was kind of yucky in that regard. But I endured it, hoping that I'd get a new forever home. Anj wrote and called and pleaded and said I could live with her, but she didn't know that they had a new home lined up for me.

She says I should like my new home, because the lady in the wheelchair would like a nice companion and I am very good at that. Anj gave me extra smooches and was very very sad that I will be gone (although in the off-chance that I don't work out over there, Anj is ready for me!). However she is very happy that I will be able to help some other person feel love. After all, that other lady might not have a Punkin to love her, so Anj can't be selfish.

Anj says when I have updates, I should write. And coming in probably June, Anj hopes that she can welcome a new furball baby into her home that isn't a foster, and she will keep forever. The Punkin will help her pick out somebody from the Pound (that evil place) probably, or she might try to go through Rescue depending on how obnoxious the process is. (the beauty about rescues, Anj says, is that the dogs are temperament tested already and usually housetrained) I say I was sweet already, but Anj says Rescues are better trained to see who else might be sweet. Whatever, Anj, maybe you worry too much.

In the meantime, you can read about her adventures with the rat in the wall at her own blog, http://www.angieluci.com/blog

TTFN.

Dewie

Mom wrote to the rescue people

The more she thinks about it, the more she misses me. She wrote to the rescue people and said she'd be willing to take me if my duty is to be the official "Spokesdog" for New Leash on Life. I hope they write her back. I want to live with Anj.

I've been going through training to be a service dog. As luck would have it, Anj is handicapped. (she's a model, you wouldn't know she was handicapped if you looked at her but she has DIABETES and other stuff wrong with her and I could help, i Know I could dial 9-1-1 if she needed me to)

She hopes that I can come live with her again and she will let me do my duties as the spokes dog for New Leash On Life. I am cute but I am bored living in the kennels and it'd be more fun living with Mom.

Updates as warranted.

Mom says I need to write a little note

I haven't lived with mom for a while now. I went back to the no-kill shelter because they said they had someone for me to live with. And mom was going back to school full time and she didn't want me to be stuck at home by myself.

Well someone decided that I should be trained as a service animal (but I'm short, so I'm not sure what exactly it is they think I can do) and so I've been living in the kennels with the Res- Q people for a few months now, and not home with mom. I see her on occasion and I try my best to be cute and sweet and see if she'll take me home again, but the Res-Q people are hoping to find me a home with someone with Autism -- whatever that means. I want car rides with Anj!

Anj says not to worry, if for some reason my home doesn't work out, she will keep me. And she will get a new brother or sister (probably dog-brother she says since boys seem nicer than girls) in the spring who will write a diary. That will be after she has finished her schooling. She's studying to be a massage therapist but I told her she should do doggie massages!

Ta ta... I'll write updates whenever I get to talk to Anj

Toot toot toot

We got on TeeVee!!! It was fun, a fundraiser for a show that airs lots of doggies that need homes. It was about 50 miles away from Anj's home, so we carpooled with Jane, a nice volunteer who sat next to us on the dias. (actually she did most of the talking, Anj was only supposed to talk about how cute I was. Now I'm a star!!!)

On the way down (and back) my poor butt kept tooting. Anj and Jane had to open a window since they'd forgotten their gas masks. I rode on Anj's lap and slept the whole time and kept toot-toot-tooting the whole time. Then when we got to the TeeVee station, there were lots of other doggies (some held by HOO MINS not as confident as Anj and therefore their dogs were scared of me) How can you be scare d of me? I'm sweet and a gentleman and don't pounce or nothing. Anj says it's okay, having a handsome dog like myself (and my fur is growing in nicely) must be intimidating to the other dogs. They recognize a star when they see one.

Anj's friend Moose said I looked drugged on TeeVee. What he doesn't realize is what a comfy lap Anj has. Even if I'm upset (or excited) when I have a nice Anj lap to sit on, I'm all toasty and safe and happy so it makes me sleepy. The cameraman (really was a man, not a camerawoman) got a few nice pictures of my eyes all close up and cute. (what an easy job for me!) All the ladies and gentlemen said how ultra cute I was and how sweet and I made Anj proud by letting the little kids hug me and not acting nervous. I knew they were there to pay tribute to Dewie the Great, so it was all good.

Okay, now we have to go BACK to the rescue shelter. They think a nice couple (who also volunteer there) want to adopt me. Anj thinks they'd be good since they can have a dog at work and I'd be very calm once I got used to it. I just need a nice basket or a pillow (or right now I'm sleeping on Anj's large polar bear stuffed animal. She'll post a picture of me there) I'll try to write more from a distance and give Anj reports of the new family I will be in.

See ya! Happy Pawsgiving!

Dewie

Long absence

Okay, so you guys who love me have probably wondered where I'd gone. Well Anj says that the rescue folks had found a nice new home for me. I was like, yeah they sure did, that's with you Anj. She said no, no, it's a family and they have a yard and will love me. Hmmmph, I doubt if they'd love me more than Anj does but she said I had to go.

So I went back to the shelter (don't worry, the rescue shelter not the Over the Rainbow Bridge shelter) to be prepared for my new home. (oh, and I got NEW TORED -- YUCK YUCK YUCK) I waited and waited. The shelter didn't give Anj much information about what was going on with me other than saying I was happy. (No Anj, you should have known!!! I'm stuck with no lovin's and no extra treats and no car rides) They do play with me every day and I get two walks and food... but nothing like the plethora of love that was lavished on me every minute by Anj.

So anyway... I went to the new home. I'm too traumatized to tell Anj what happened but basically I got returned to the shelter. Anj can't imagine how that could be unless maybe they wanted a dog that was more "dog" since she says I'm a bit more like a cat and must be part persian. Well I have a right to be somewhat snooty, I'm a gorgeous dog! Anj says that's too much confidence.

And now she's debating if she should keep me. She says I'd be better off being stuck at her house while she's in school than be ing stuck in a kennel. I think she's right, but with the holidays coming up, she'll be out of town a lot. I think the decision will have to be if I'm still not adopted after one of her classes ends (she's taking COM PEWTER web programming classes AND going to school full-time to get her massage license) in December, then I will get to spend forever with Anj.

Mom sure is boring today

It's kind of rainy outside and she seems stuck doing Work instead of smooching me. All this makes me just want to nap. And nap. And nap some more. Yesterday she went to an AUDISHUN, (made me sit in the car while she waited in line to do some sort of exercise stuff -- -I said we could have gone to the dog park if she wanted exercise. Woe is me) Some pretty girl standing next to her saw me in the car and said "What kind of dog do you have?". Anj says I'm a foster dog from the Hurricane but I think what the other HOO MIN meant was "Is he just perfect or what?" My response? A resounding yes.

The other HOO MIN was an Actress too and it turns out she is also a vet tech and possibly interested in giving me a new forever home. Anj talked me up real good, saying I was perfectly housetrained, a good little watch dog but yet I play with the Punkin so if she has her own punkin, I can play with him too. She has a home with a small yard and Anj thinks I might be happier over there (or anyone with a yard). I say, bring it on! The new HOO MIN came over to the car after Anj and her finished their AUDISHUN and I had a sneezing fit. Anj did not give me any warning and so I hadn't had a chance to put my game face on. Damn.... I would have played up the extra cuteness factor if I wasn't coughing.

But because the HOO MIN was a vet tech (I don't like that word "vet" does that mean she has ouchies at her forever home? Not good) she could see that I was cute despite my allergies. And then I went up and sniffed her face to say "it's all right girlie, I'm just fine". Anj says I have only nine more days til I get my NEW TOR and can be adopted. I don't think that sounds too good, but Anj says it's useful to keep the unwanted pet population down. (I feel hurt -- there are unwanted pets, Anj?) She says not that people wouldn't want to have a sweet dog like me, but if I sired a bunch of dogs, there might not be enough forever homes for all of us and then they'd have to go walking over the evidently one way Rainbow Bridge too early. She says she hopes all people who have wonderful dogs spay or NEW TOR their dogs to help with this problem unless they are show quality breeders and to instead adopt dogs from purebred and mixed breed rescues and HOO MAIN Societies so that millions of doggies don't have to die.

Sometimes Anj gets real serious. But I have to agree with her. I would not want to see my babies have to be put to sleep. And no matter how cute I might be, 5 or 6 of me running around is too much for most HOO MINs. If you want to learn more about rescue, contact your local SPCA or visit www.petfinder.org (I'm listed there in the hurricane section as Dewie, Number 2121). Help save my fellow doggies, we promise we'll put a smile on your face and lower your cholesterol. (Anj says dogs don't lower cholesterol). Make your hair grow back. (Anj says that's not true either). Okay, how about lower blood pressure and relieve stress, Anj? We've read studies that having a loving pet can do just that, as well as helping with depression. Now not all of you can have me, but you can all have one of us :)

Back with Mom!!!

Anj came to get me from the rescue place after the vet got to see me. They gave me AUNTY BIO TICKS and told Anj to give me some pills. She wraps them in cheese and while I know they are there, I eat them anyway to make Anj happy. (unlike the rescue folks, she does not try to stuff them down my throat -- that was yucky).

I've learned a new trick! Whining!!! I find a proper whine makes Anj look worried and makes her neighbors say "ooh, isn't he cute!" since it sounds like I'm talking sort of. I try to combine it with the big brown eyes for maximum effect. So far, 3 treats and counting. Anj tries to give me treats that will take me a while to eat since the quick treats I inhale. She will try to eat her own food quickly. I've sort of figured out that if she's sitting at her desk and has her people food with her, she won't give me anything. I tried a whine and looking my sweetest with my biggest brown eyed look, but to no avail. That Anj is tough.

However I've learned that if she's messing with cooking in the kitchen, she's weaker. Maybe it's the heat from the stove? Sometimes she drops things or better yet, deliberately gives me a smidgen of cheese. I say what's up with this smidgen action, Anj? I see the big pieces you eat for yourself!! No fair no fair.

Yesterday the Punkin took her to dinner and they left me home alone. I tried my new trick and whined and whined but no Anj. Earlier, she had to go to some place called Her New Agent and a woman outside said to her "oh don't leave him, he sounds so sad." My whine trick works even on strangers standing outside!!! Yay me!!! But Anj is hard.. she left anyway, saying it would be too hot in the car for me to sit there. I don't understand. She usually takes me everywhere but she says I might get adopted by a new HOO MIN who leaves me for work. She doesn't want that to happen. Says either HOO MINS with kids or who are retired would be better but it's a possibility... I might do better if such a HOO MIN took me to work or had a nice big doggie for me to play with so I wouldn't be lonely.

Or I'd have to try the whine trick :D.

do I have the flu?

I am writing t his from remote. Anj had to take me to the vet so that I could be put under observation. She says the fact that I started hacking up a lung at 5 a.m. was not a good sign. She was hoping it'd go away but then I snapped at her when she tried to see if I had a warm nose AND I was tired when the Punkin came over and I coughed really hard again. She said, sorry my little guy, but you've got to go to Doggie Hospital.

It wasn't too fun though, they put me into a kennel and Anj started walking away. At first I just gave a protest bark of "Hey, Mom, whatcha doin?" But then I saw she really was leaving and I started to cry. She left me at the hospital where I am not getting smooches (she hopes they remember to pet me and smooch me in her absence). She's going to come get me on Tuesday but she is worried I might not feel any better. I am too sick to be funny right now, but Anj says she doesn't think I'll have to see the Rainbow Bridge, just maybe getting some antibiotics that she'll have to trick me into eating with cheese.

I want Anj! The only good news is I don't have to wake up early so that we can drive to Santa Monica for her computer class. Evil Anj has to go just by herself and be sad to have no Dewie to help her get into an accident. Oh well, I'll be back to wreak havoc on Tuesday afternoon!

learning how to fetch

Anj has taught me something new. Previously, I viewed Cinnamon Brown as a source of amusement for myself only. (both beating her up and intimate relations) Anj thought maybe I might like to play tug-o-war with her and Cinnamon and that was fun but I kept slipping and she kept throwing. Silly Anj, she tossed my bear away and I brought her back because I wanted to keep pulling. Anj threw it again.

What can I do about this HOO MIN? She's nuts... keeps throwing the bear, I keep having to bring it back so she can pull it. She tells me this is something called "fetch" but I'm not so sure. I'm only going to do it half the time. The rest of the time I climb into Anj's lap and wiggle my belly so she'll tickle me. I open my mouth and Anj says I'm laughing (Punkin says she's anthropomorphizing me and that dogs can't laugh. Anj pointed out that babies can laugh and they haven't been taught how yet, so maybe laughter is something natural to all mammals. So there, Punkin) All I know is it feels good and I open my mouth and breathe funny and wiggle my legs and squirm. If I hated it, I would growl. (like when Anj touched my butt in a spot I don't like) Laughter it is.

I'm becoming closer to Anj. It's both good and bad she says. I sleep under the desk now (good news for a forever home that can take me to work) and I follow her around like a shadow. She says I need more space but I say she's being silly. I suspect that the Punkin will take her to dinner on Saturday night and I will have to be by myself and learn how to cope. She says CNN on Saturdays is boring (no Lou) but I'll manage.