Saturday, July 12, 2008

Thank You, 5 O'Clock Phlock!

Our good friend, Deana Flak, recently organized a pool party at her house for a group of her pals, who call themselves The 5 O'Clock Phlock. Deana's unique twist was to make it a benefit for Smiling Dog Farms!

Everyone who came to the pool party brought items from our "Wish List" of things we use here at the farm for our babies.

And what a HUGE success it was! We received towels, shampoo for dogs, paper towels, disinfectant cleaners, disinfectant wipes, dog food, hot dogs for administering medications -- and some cash. When I met Deana to pick up the things her friends donated to us, it filled up the entire back of our station wagon! (That is our "dog car"... it is a 1994 Buick Roadmaster station wagon that is almost as long as a 747, and equally wide!) There are so many things that we use around here on a daily basis, and it really helps to have them donated!

Deana also sent along a package of bratwurst from the party, but Ricky and I ate that!! : )

We are grateful to The 5 O'Clock Phlock for their generous donations for our babies. And to Deana who is always there for Smiling Dog Farms when we need something!


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Friday, July 11, 2008

Dog on the Blog: Augustine's Day at the Beach




You can imagine the excitement Augustine must have felt as everyone prepared for a day of fun at Crystal Beach. You can envision her little steps from one part of the house to another, as the cooler was readied, the towels and blankets were packed, people bustled about preparing -- her little head looking up at them in excited anticipation. You can picture her riding in the car, wearing that smile you see in the above photo, watching the scenery pass by, just happy to be in the car with her family.
You can just see little Augustine roaming the beach, testing the water with her toes, then returning to the warm sand for a nap. Augustine sleeps very soundly, because she no longer hears.
What you can't imagine is how someone could just leave her behind -- how she awoke from her nap, and looked around for her family. But they were gone. How she frantically ran up and down the beach, searching for her family or someone she recognized, the panic rising inside her.
Can you begin to imagine the sorrow and pain she felt when at last she understood what it all meant... that she had been abandoned by the family who had cared for her all these many years.
Maybe because she could no longer hear when someone called to her. Maybe because she was starting to have "accidents" in the house, as seniors sometimes do. Or maybe it was just because she had gotten old.
The searing sadness of not being wanted, of having no one to love you is hard enough for any dog. But from the family who has cared for you since you were just a pup? How could they just dump you at the beach and walk away?
A grieving Augustine was picked up by the Galveston County Animal Control Officer. It was recognized that she was not likely to be adopted, when she had so many younger, healthier dogs to compete against at the shelter. So Laurine Murtaugh, the patron saint of the elderly and infirm dogs at the Galveston Shelter, arranged for Augustine to come live out her days at Smiling Dog Farms.
Like any senior citizen who is set in her ways, Augustine can be snappish if you ask her to do something she doesn't want to do! But she can also be a loving girl, who appreciates that she is no longer abandoned and alone.
We had quite a scare after only her first week with us. She was standing in front of the refrigerator in the kitchen when she had an apparent stroke. He legs just went out from under her, and she tried and tried, but could not make them work. We carried her to the bed because she could not walk or use her legs at all. She had no appetite. And we prepared for the worst. We figured she had reached the end of her long life.
We started giving her Flax Seed oil in really high concentrations. We had learned to use Flax Seed oil with dogs who have seizure disorder. There is something about it that helps reconnect circuits in the brain. We figured that it couldn't hurt Augustine, and it might help her brain reconstruct itself after her stroke.
After a few days, we got her to eat something. We normally keep Karl Budhig sliced ham in the refrigerator for dogs who are not eating, because they can sometimes be tempted with it and it is relatively inexpensive. On that particular day, we were out of Karl Budhig ham -- but I had some Oscar Meyer ham that I gave Augustine instead. She happily ate it.
The next day, I went to the grocery and got more of the Karl Budhig inexpensive lunch meat and offered it to Augustine... but she turned up her nose at it! I had to get her more of the Oscar Meyer ham before she would eat it! We figured she must be on the mend for her to be that discerning about the meat we served her!
After a week, she began using her front legs, although her back legs were still very shaky. And in a few more weeks, she finally regained complete use of her legs, front and rear.
It has been an amazing recovery for Augustine, who now gets around with the ease of a puppy! We are pleased that she will have more time to enjoy her new life in her new home, where she will always be loved and will never be abandoned again!

Jay Hellerich, executive director
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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Dog on the Blog: Sometimes You Just Get Lucky!





This is Lucky and Warren. Lucky came to us about three years ago from an excellent dalmatian rescue in Phoenix, called Dalmatian Station. Lucky was considered a candiate for Smiling Dog Farms because she was dog aggressive, and had a history of run-ins with other dogs.

Adoption placement is always a tough call when a dog reveals that he is dog-aggressive. You can place him in a home where he will be an only dog and make sure that the adopting family understands his aggressive tendencies toward other dogs, so that they can try to get training and until the dog changes, avoid situations where the dog will be in contact with other dogs.

But there is always the risk that the next door neighbor's poodle will be pulled through the fence by a dog aggresive canine. And that could quickly and easily lead to a death sentence for the offending dog.

When Lucky arrived, we could see she was charming with people. And we could also see her antipathy toward other dogs. Still, from time to time, if we see a new dog who may be a perfect match for another dog -- even one who does not like most dogs -- we will at least try introducing them to see what happens.

Enter Warren, the big, elderly, golden lab. Warren came to us from the city of Wharton Animal Control. He was picked up roaming the town, and when no one came to claim him, he was scheduled to be euthanized. Mr. Reuben Jones, the Animal Control Officer for the city of Wharton, has a heart for dogs, and he will do anything he can to keep them from being killed. So he called me and I went and got Warren.

That was about two and a half years ago. Warren was really old then. But Warren had the heart of a puppy. In spite of his age and his creaking bones, Warren still liked to play and to run. He was such a gentle soul, with the wisdom that accumulated with age, even in dogs.

We thought this might be the perfect match for Lucky. So with trepidation, and both dogs on leads and one person for each dog, we inroduced Lucky to Warren and held our breath.

Against all odds, Lucky accepted Warren. They lived together in a play yard and cottage of their own. They actually played together. There was never any fighting over food. Lucky would make it clear which was her bowl, and Warren would tell her, "That's fine with me, dear. This bowl over here will be just fine for me."!!

I think the moral of this story is that while we always respect the history and nature of a dog, our thinking is not so set in concrete that we are not willing to try new possibilities. In spite of Lucky's track record with other dogs in the past, Warren turned out to be the one dog whose company she could enjoy.

They had two and a half magical years together, barking at the roosters and napping in the sunshine with one another. Two weeks ago, it was Warren's time to leave us. And at his advanced age, it would be unfair for us to feel cheated, even though we wished he could have lived another 10 years here at the farm with Lucky.

Lucky will probably live out the rest of her days a widow, having to content herself with her memories of the good times she enjoyed with her beloved Warren.

This week, we thought Lucky might be ready to meet another friend. We thought Blondie, a male yellow lab mix, might be a good fit, since Lucky did so well with Warren. In typical Lucky style, we got Blondie as close as the outside of Lucky's play yard and Lucky reached through the fence and grabbed his lip between her teeth and would not let go! It was clear that Lucky was not ready for a new friend -- at least not Blondie!

Dogs like Warren are few and far between. We are glad that Lucky and Warren had those two and a half magical years together!


Jay Hellerich, executive director
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Dog on the Blog: Harold, Victim of Stereotyping




















Harold is from Los Angeles. He has a winning personality. He likes people and other dogs, and he tries really hard to please.

In spite of all these qualities, he was continually passed by for adoption at the shelter -- primarily because he is a "pit bull"...

Harold was out of time at the shelter, and would have been euthanised, when Robert Cabral from Bound Angels stepped in to save him. Robert contacted other concerned people in Southern California who did not want to see Harold die, and from their contributions, Robert raised enough money to put Harold on a plane and send him to Smiling Dog Farms. If you put your cursor on the cartoon story above and click, it will enlarge it so you can read it!

There is so much disinformation in the public domain about this unfairly maligned breed. You can see from his photo, working on a chew bar on the bed, that he is just a normal dog. He is not aggressive, nor is he a danger to anyone or anything. Harold wags his tail at other dogs, and enjoys playing with them. He gives great big kisses and loves to be held.

Harold is in our New DIrections Adoption Program. We know that he will make an exceptional companion for someone or some family with experience around pit bulls -- who understand that they are some of the most loving, loyal dogs around!

And until he finds that special family, he is safe and happy here at the farm!

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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Dog on the Blog: Maury's "Blended Family"

This gets complicated.

Maury is the beautiful beige and white boy in the back. He is head of this "blended family".

What is not obvious in the photo is that Maury is both blind and deaf. He uses his sense of smell and his sense of touch to navigate his world. Our responsibility is to make sure that food pans and water buckets are ALWAYS in the exact, same spot.

Maury came to us with his brother Monte from the Fort Worth Animal Shelter. Shelter manager, Ginger Leach, is one of the good guys, who always puts the dogs' interest first, and will do just about anything to save a dog. In the case of Monte and Maury, it was critical that they stay together, because Monte was sighted and acted as Maury's guide dog.

Well, it is hard enough to find a place for a dog with hearing and visual impairments. But when you insist he come with his brother and that the boys should not be separated, you don't get many takers. So Monte and Maury came to Smiling Dog Farms to live.

And life was good for the brothers. Until a woman stepped in -- and changed everything!

The boys were living in the "condo building", where play yards share a common fence. Their next door neighbors were Bianca and Melanie, two beguiling female dogs. The first time we noticed that Melanie had squeezed through the fence and had joined Maury and Monte, we just took her home.

But it became a pattern. Melanie kept joining Monte and Maury. Then one day we discovered that Monte and Maury had followed Melanie home, joining her and Bianca in their yard! So we decided that since they were all getting along and seemed determined to be together, we would just go shoppping for larger quarters so that all four could live together.

After Maury, Monte, Melanie and Bianca moved in together, we noticed some subtle changes in the relationship between Maury and Monte. Monte seemed less interested in helping his brother and more interested in the girls! In time, that behavior morphed into Monte becoming snappish toward Maury. And poor Maury did not understand what was going on!

We tried to unscramble the omlette. We moved Monte and Maury into their own play yard, far away from Melanie and Bianca. But the damage had apparently been done. Monte started guarding the food bowls. Then he would snap at Maury when Maury came up onto the porch. One afternoon it began to rain and I watched from my office window as Monte sat nice and dry on his covered front porch and snapped at Maury every time he tried to get out of the rain.

That was enough. We moved Monte back with the girls, and started looking for a new friend for Maury. Maury had always been the passive, submissive brother to Monte, and we did not want another dog pushing him around, again. And then along came Ellen.

We actually rescued Ellen from the freeway. Ricky and I were in the car with Ross Kurtz, the chief assistant District Attorney for Wharton County, returning from El Campo where we had gone to see some dogs the DA's office had confiscated on animal cruelty charges. Ross spotted Ellen wandering on the other side of the freeway, and turned around and went back to get her! Ricky enticed her to the car, scooped her up, and we were on our way! Ellen had no collar, no tags, no microchip.

Ellen was submissive to a fault. Essentially afraid of everything. She would hang back, ears against her head, tail between her legs when she was approached. This frightened little girl seemed like the perfect match for Maury.

And it was a friendship made in Heaven. Maury became the alpha dog, and Ellen was just happy to be with him. She slowly lost her fearfulness, and they began playing together. Watching them chase each other and nap together, it seems Ellen intuitively understands that Maury is different, and she is sensitive to his needs. She never takes advantage of him because he cannot see her or hear her. And I think they spend so much time touching one another because that is one of the senses Maury is able to use.

In the above photo, you can just see Ellen's little head, ears perked up, tongue hanging out, right in front of Maury. It does not show it clearly, but he is standing touching her body -- that is the way they worked it out a long time ago.

Well, there are a few more dogs to account for in that photo. They would be the five lab sisters.

I got a phone call one day from some moron saying, "Somebody dumped a bunch of puppies at the end of our road. I wondered if you wanted to come get them so I dont have to shoot them or terminate them myself." So I returned the jerk's call and arranged to meet him in the Walmart parking lot. When the girls were safely in my car, I drove them back to the farm.

We decided they could join Maury and Ellen, because both were so gentle and accepting. And it worked. Maury and Ellen "adopted" the lab sisters immediately and quickly included them in their playtime. It is hard to tell if the lab sisters really understand that Maury does not see or hear, but Ellen is very protective of Maury and helps Maury when the sisters get too rough with him, or he just seems confused about where everyone is!

Maury seems to enjoy being the head of his "blended family". The lab sisters are part of our New Directions Adoption Program, and they will soon go to homes and families one by one, until it is just Maury and Ellen once again. Although they have enjoyed the lab sisters, I suspect they will be equally happy when the "kids have all moved away" and it is just Ellen and Maury once again!


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Monday, July 7, 2008

Dog on the Blog: Granny Comes Home to Rest

Circa 1993 - 2008
In Memoriam
Granny came to Smiling Dog Farms from the Carrollton Animal Shelter, in the Dallas-Fort Worth area.
I had emailed Joe Skenesky, the rescue-friendly manager at that shelter, about another dog who had been widely posted on the internet. Joe wrote back that the dog in question had already found a rescue... but would we consider helping Granny instead?
Joe described her as being exceedingly old, probably about 15 years old. She was missing some teeth and had one tooth placed perpendicular to her jaw, so that it stuck out from under her lip all the time. She moved her little jaw around when she ate like any other senior citizen who had lost most of her teeth and had no dentures to take their place! Joe felt she had no chance to be adopted and she was almost out of time.
Ricky's mom and dad have a studio attached to the house where they stay when they come to Texas. That is where Granny lived out her last days. Above, she is in Ricky's mom's recliner, which was Granny's favorite spot to relax. This picture does not show it, but she normally had a blanket on the recliner. And she would hide her favorite foods in that blanket. She was partial to "dinner rounds", a dog food with a slightly crunchy coating and soft center, which she could eat comfortably, even with her dental issues. Granny loved powdered sugar donuts, too!
Ricky often uses the computer in the studio, and Granny would usually sit on his lap while he worked. She had her own special bed.
In spite of her age, she got around very well right up to the very end. She had a lot of personality. Like any cranky senior, if you tried to kiss her when she was not in the mood, she would snap at you with her little toothless mouth and that one snaggle tooth pointing toward the North Pole!
Granny did not have a lot of time here with us. We lost her after only a few months. But her final days were spent in a place where she could relax in the recliner or curl up in her little bed... where she was loved, and held, and fussed over. When it was her time to leave, Ricky was holding her... she was not alone.
Granny's story is worth telling, because even the oldest, frailest of dogs deserves the right to die in God's timing, not at the end of needle. We appreciate Joe and his sensitivity toward the dogs under his care. Not everyone would have seen the spark of life still left in Granny, in spite of her advanced years.


Jay Hellerich, executive director
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Dog on the Blog: Update on Missy...

We had so many comments on the story of Missy learning to use her back leg after all these years, I thought I'd share a picture of Missy in her cart! As you can see, it is a cumbersome affair, but when Missy is strapped into her cart and ready to play, she can fly across the yard and outrun most of the other dogs! But you can see that there is no way for her to lay down to rest, when she is finished playing.

Since she has been using her back leg, we have not put her in her cart. We want to encourage her to continue to use and develop the muscles in her back leg.

She continues to get around fully upright, walking on three legs. She is an inspiration.