April 22nd 2010 1:03 pm
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To me, adoption means hope.... and a second (or third..or fourth) chance at finding the home they were always meant for and becoming the dog they were meant to be.
Shayne made the leap from nearly euthanized pound puppy to being featured in her own 1/2 page national coupon for a leading dog-cookie company. She went from a dog they were concerned about adopting out to a dog who was the face of a national brand (if ever so briefly).
Shayne was an abuse/neglect case for the Humane Society--she had been tied to a tree for at least several months and was starved/neglected (and we have reason to believe she had been abused). She was skinny and scared when I convinced the HS to allow me to adopt her (she had food aggression issues that they noted and other aggression issues popped up as she became healthier). It took a lot of work to get her to trust me but she did... she wanted so badly to interact with me but was very scared. Yet this scared dog has also been able to reach out to inner city youth and share the love with them.
She has volunteered her time at a special summer camp for inner city youth (many of whom are like Shayne was, abandoned, neglected, abused, forgotten) (see the photo). She quickly became a camp favorite with these youth because of her willingness to spread the love even if she isn't 100% sure all the time... when the kids learn some massage techniques and just watch as her body relaxes through their soft words and kind touches, they really feel the connection with her and understand what something so small as soft words can do for a timid dog. The girl in the pink shirt in the photo (shayne's head is on her lap) was not 100% comfortable with dogs... she was a little afraid, but that's the girl shayne was so drawn to and felt comfortable enough to lay down on (even thought three other youth were also loving on her)... they were really meant for each other.
To me adoption is about THAT moment... when shayne's head hit the lap of that young woman... a girl who was a little afraid of dogs and the dog who was REALLY afraid of humans are able to connect in a quiet and peaceful moment and really become connected with out words ...just the sound of the creek in the background and the gentle and loving touch between girl and dog...this moment would not have been possible without adoption.
September 8th 2009 4:12 pm
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Dear Dogster friends,
I want to share a very sad story about a neighbor dog. This is a sad story, but one that is important to read.
I first want to tell you about Lucius. Lucious was a 2 year old (about) Cane Corso--he was a beautiful dark brindle who had just about grown into his massive head (not quite, but close--he was about 110 i think). He was purchased from an amazing breeder to a great family who cared for him dearly. They spent countless hours socializing their puppy, making sure to build the confidence in Lucius so that he would be a perfect citizen. He frequented the dog beach and the local dog parks. Lucius was loved by everyone in the area and literally everybody knew of him--he was a true ambassador for his breed and all mastiff-type dogs.
About two weeks ago Lucius and his mom and dad were playing ball in the park, like always. They always used a lacrosse ball because it had a lot of spin and made some funny twists and turns, often making Lucius miss the ball entirely. Unfortunately, what made the ball so fun, also made it deadly. Lucius caught the ball on a funny bounce and the large, slippery, solid ball got lodged in his throat--Lucius started trying to cough/vomit.
Lucius' dad immediately looked and felt in his mouth and could not feel or see the ball. He was wise enough to immediately administer the abdominal thrusts (heimlich maneuver). After several thrusts, he felt in Lucius' mouth and could feel the ball... he struggled for several minutes trying to get the ball out of Lucious' throat. He gave a few more abdominal thrusts in effort to bring the ball further up... Lucius' body began to react to being unable to breath and his throat spasmed, effectively locking the ball in place. The ball was too hard and slippery to get any grasp on to pull it out.
After struggling an struggling, Lucius died, at the park, in the arms of his loving dad.
I share this story with all of you just as a warning and a reminder to make sure the toys you play with are appropriately sized for your dog (and your dogs are supervised appropriately). Many dogs each year in the US die from choking on toys and balls are often the culpret.
Please spread the word and share Lucius' story to friends/family/dog park people--it has become a mission for Lucius' parents and his friends to spread this warning so that Lucius' death can save other dogs (and owners).
Tena (Shayne's mum)
p.s. If you use lacrosse, golf, racquet, or other solid slippery toy-balls, please consider alternate toys like wiffle balls, jolly balls, or other softer/graspable balls/toys (or larger sized ball). If you are unsure about the size of a ball and its level of choking hazard to your particular dog, ask your vet. Be safe and use a slightly larger ball or one that can easily be grasped.
August 22nd 2009 3:05 pm
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Dear Fellow Dogsters,
I have heard this working before, so i thought i would give it a try.
I am seeking a teaching job (or anything related to teaching) in the NY/NYC/CT area. I have a Master's Degree in Education and have been in classrooms from 3 year olds to fifth grade over the last five years.
If any one has any connections or knows of any openings i would love any further information.
Thanks for any help you can offer!!
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