I went to see the Gulf.

Hey everyone. Hope all my friends had a good Holiday break.
I'm doing great down here in Louisiana. I got to go play in the Ocean recently and I wrestled with sea weed. That was fun! We have babies now at the Farm and I go on early morning checks with Larry. We make sure all the babies are warm and safe. I like one little one in particular. When it runs around it's pen I pace it on the outside. I'm just interacting with it, I mean no harm! We got a new K-9 baby on the Farm too. A little cattle dog that has a coat like mine, blue meral. It's a Mini Hoola :) Larry ratted me out, told that I like to wake him up in the middle of the night to go pee. I only do it have some one on one time...and it's so peaceful on the Farm in the middle of the night. Ok well I better get back to watching over the place...later.
Love HoolaLou.

I'm HOME

I live in Louisiana now. I'm a Missourian from Nebraska,living with Kentucky folks, in Louisiana. I live at Summer Hill Farm, with horses, not dogs now :) Hope my brother Morocco is getting along well wo me. I got to go on a road trip to Kentucky after I moved to Louisiana. We stayed in motels and I got my own bed. I love all this new fun stuff I get to do. Never alone, never left out of family stuff. I am really really HOME :) Good luck to all the doggies and kitties that are still hoping for a place to rest their hearts...it feels really good to do that.

OMG! OMG!

I'm sooo nervous and happy :) I'm going to be adopted by a man in Louisiana. He lives on a Ranch....my first Country Home!!!! I have never never never ever had freedom! I'm talking real choices about where I lay down and where I run to. And RUN, he has lots and lots of fensed land...OMG! :) I hope he takes over my page so everyone will get to see me in my new home. I take the long road trip this Saturday. Maizy is going with me to help me adjust half way there. After that it's my next big adventure in life on my own again to make a new family for myself. Heck I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when I was allowed to go in a house and I had my own bed!...now I'll have my own ranch. I hope I'm a good girl. I need to settle down and live out my big girl days as a queen with a kind heart and good mind. no more fighting...unless it makes perfect sence. I hope Gio JOJO finds a good home too. I will miss my little brothers and sisters. Love Hoola " The Good Queen of Summer Hill Farm".

Hoola needs a new home

We have decided she's not well suited to living in town. To many dogs going by our house. Let us know if you'd like more information on her. We'd help her get to a better home.

She has to go to school

Hoola is acting more and more aggressive!? She was loose one day recently and finally got to nail down the Rott that walks by with it's owner 2x's a day. I got her off the Rott easily enough and wo any damage to flesh and bones. It was a large female dog...something Hoola seems to want to always challenge! We can foster males and we can foster small females...but we stay away from large females (and dominate males, for the sake of being cautious). Well, a class is going to start in late April and we hope to be able to get her in. She'll have to wear a muzzle..and double leads and collars probably. I'm sure the class will un-nerve her....and she will un-nerve everyone else in it!
Hoola seems even heavier now than ever before. She has a heavy muscular look. She's strong and confindent, oh great. Maybe spolied? Maybe we need Cezar, since I'm not sure.
All in all though, she's good in the house and listens to us and is (pretty) nice to the animals that live with her, sleeps good (but don't bug her), eats great (no aggression), only chews on toys (no toy aggression, but no one challenges her either), no peeing or pooping inside, etc.
BUT Barks crazy at passers-by, or someone knocking at the door. Now if they would just walk in quiet, she'd be sniffing them and letting them pet her and I would not even know they were in the house? She's done that, let someone walk in and just corner them quietly, so she can have them all to her self...she knows if she makes noise, I go see what's going on and I'll come and make her leave them alone :)

Daddy...(I still thinking about you)

Hey everyone, check out Daddy at http://dogster.com/dogs/456424....he's my reason to not slobber so much (my new years reslution). Daddy Please see my families pages. You'll get a better idea about me. AND check out our videos on YouTube under HumaneProductions. We are very involvedin Feral Cat Rescue and helping the Abandoned Dogs and Cats in NW MO. We started Northwest Advocates for Animal Awareness at NWMSU and we are on the Board at the local Animal Shelter (New Nodaway Humane Society), where Morocco came from before living here. I say "we" because my Mom tells me everything:) AND (last AND)...my Birthday is Feb 8th. I'll be four years old. I have gained maybe 25 lbs since my last birthday, but I look GOOD! I expect this year I will have a party too! ... and I've never had one before. My birthdays use to come and go with noone noticing. I lived on a chain then and just had puppies as my contribution to the family that kept me there. I am excited about this comming Birthday...I hope to know by then that the one I love has choosen me to be his Valentine, but if "Daddy" (the one I luv) doesn't...I still got my wonderful new family and all my new freinds! I'm going to be the prettiest, happiest, luckiest Birthday Girl in the world on Feb 8th.

I Love Daddy! (http://www.dogster.com/dogs/456424)

Well Valentines day is approaching fast and alas I am in love with another that does not acknowledge me, not yet anyway. I know I'm really tall and Daddy may find this uncomfortable at first, but my humane Mom is much taller than my humane Dad, so I see everyday that it's OK.. it fact it seems great! So if Daddy would just give me a second look, I know he'd see that there would be definate advantages to having a tall woman in his life this year. I can easily get things from the counter, even out of the sink. So if the way to Daddy's heart is through is stomach, I can being home the bacon and fry it up in a pan (so to speak)! I look for him everytime we watch the Dog Whisperer and If I see a dog like him in town, look out!, I become very unmanageable...even though the chance that it's Daddy walking down the street in NW Missouri..is pretty slim, but I keep my hopes up!!!! Sometimes I tell my Pit Bull brother Morocco to stop acting dumb, he's giving Daddy a bad image. But me just talking about Daddy makes Morocco jealous and he acts up even worse??? OH well you can imagine how as a "big" sister I love to pester my "little" brother Morocco. But I would never use my weight and height to my advantage to manipulate Daddy, I respect him! So Daddy if you get this, don't look away to quick because I'm big. God gave me this big 'ol body to hold a super big heart...it swells thinking of you, and good thing I got room in my chest for it :) Everyone check out Daddy, you'll see why I'm crazy about him. http://www.dogster.com/dogs/456424

Wow, am I honery!

My family loves me, but boy do I push them to their limits! I like to jump up on people (dogs too actually)...weeeee, it's alot of fun. Then I get between their legs and bite their knees. This has a dual effect of making them giggle (the people that it) and renders them helpless.
If I run real fast I can jump onto the couch from about half way into the living room (and scratch up the new hardwood floor), then grab a pillow and jumb half way out of the room and be back into the kitchen in like a second or two...I'm very fast at this. Then I toss the pillow around like salad..weeee! Stuff gets knocked over by my tail or the pillow, it never fails.
Good thing there is nothing of great value around here, but us dogs...Later. Hoola Lou.

It's July and all is well.

Hoola Lou is not behaving aggressive towards anyone or anything. She bugs the crap out of the Pit Bull and he growles at her..and she bugs us (trying to get between our legs and uproots us while bitting at our knees:), but it's just play she solicits. Hoola is restless at night and often ends up sleeping downstairs on the couch alone (her choice). She's a quiet, big girl with a courious side that gets her face into everything. Recently she got into Poison Ivy and I got to wear some too.. because I hug Hoola Lou. Her weight is good, she's all filled out and her coat is smooth and darker (she lost her low income coat). We all love Hoola. Just wish she could go everywhere with us. She's great in Public, but just to big for all road trips or visiting other peoples houses. That's all.

June 5th 2007, the Fight.

It was a beautiful sunny morning, all the dogs were in the back yard (5 of them) while I did the back yard chores (weeding, scooping, watering etc). I walked into the kitchen to work on laundry by the window to the back yard. The two Danes and Pit were playing together, the old Collie was lying around the yard and lil Maizy was barking and running around the big dogs (all seemed normal and well in our little world). The Danes had been kept seperated most of May (after the first fight), but lately have been sharing a bed together and not dysplaying so much dominance over each other, so they had been allowed to spend time together in the yard and house during the day. I made a mistake and took my alpha control out of the pack by walking away! I heard a fight break out. None of the dogs had their collars on yet...another mistake! I immediately removed the Pit by the nap of his neck and put him inside the house, it was not his fight anyway, he didn't care. Next mistake...I went back out to the fight with out any equipment! I was yelling and pulling at the two dogs that each outweighed me. My 25yr old daughter heard the commotion and ran out with a pitcher of water to throw at the fight (no effect of course). I told her to get the snare pole, but she brought a broom (not knowing I had a snare or where...she'd been out of the country awhile). I went and got the snare and of course it's not the right tool for a fight like this one..more mistakes and time is passing. I went back in and grabbed the two long leads. The entire time, the dogs are standing on their hind feet engaged at the head and holding on with thier front arms. I tossed my daughter a lead and I wrapped my arms around Hoolas flanks. It took her a few minutes but she finally realized what I was telling her to do. She wrapped a lead around RockStars flanks and began to pull her towards the fence, as I gave some slack on my hold of Hoola, to allow this (the two of us could not pull Hoola Lou and RockStar apart, but we could manipulate them towards the fence). RockStar got secured to the fence by the end of the lead, and my daughter went to call for the Vet, while I wrapped Hoola by the flanks with the other lead and held on. I waited for them to tire enough that I could finally pull Hoola off and RockStar could not advance. It all took an eternity and when they broke, there was a silence that made the moment feel like a bad dream. I first heard my own blood pounding in my ears and my lungs gasping for air. We were exhausted. The beautiful dogs were beat... wet with slobbers and water, dicolored from blood and dirt, heads hung heavy and opened mouth as they assesed their own damaged flesh. I walked Hoola to the pen, she did not disagree, she retreated to the large dog house. RockStar stood her ground, quiet now, but alert still. My daughter then handed me the phone...gasping for air still, I said "my big dogs tried to kill each other".
After hours of contemplation and evaluation...RockStar was put to sleep. Her injuries came just after recovering from some. Even before Hoola fights, RS was prone to injuries due to over zelouse defensive behaviors? This was more damage to her ears and head...and her psych! She's been increasingly more anxious with more and more pedestrians in our neighborhood and she seems to have been loosing her patience for it all. She came wild from the county and had not fit in there according to who caught her and brought her to the shelter. She never seemd to like town either. She did like home, but we did not live on an island! We will miss RockStar (we do!) and we hope Hoola is a good dog and recovers perfectly. We'll let you know.