A somber start...

I got some very bad news this morning, so I would like to take a moment to remember Zeke, a wonderful young dog who charmed everyone he met in his short life...his death comes as a shock and I feel horrible for his foster parents - losing a foster dog is like losing one of your own, and for it to happen so suddenly is devastating. Zeke - please say hi to Rica, Pacino, and Jersey for me and have fun chasing each other on the Rainbow Bridge until we can all see you again. You are deeply missed.


Yesterday in Dogtown was a great day, though the wind brought a chill to the air that promised snow...we didn't get the snow but it sure felt like it would hit any minute. Lauren and I were assigned to the Clubhouse where we got to meet Ellen and Lucas, 2 of the Vicktory Dogs. Ellen was likely used as either a bait dog or for forced breeding, but she is a sweetheart who just wants love and affection:

Lucas was the prize fighter/stud. Looking at him I couldn't imagine him hurting a fly. He's more likely to lick you to death. They are proof all dogs can be rehabilitated even though a judge's mandate still deems them dangerous.

We spent the morning walking dogs at the Clubhouse and worked a bit with a couple of the shy dogs.

Buddy Boy:


Garrett:


Lady:


Dewey:


Rosie:


The afternoon was a bit more like work as we moved to the Lodges in the old part of Dogtown. I helped sweep out kennels and change water, and also with the afternoon feeding. I met Ray, another of the Vicktory dogs, and did see where Georgia stays but she is recovering from a medical procedure. Sadly I can't interact with the Vicktory dogs as they are "red collar" dogs, but this is more a precautionary measure than a testament to their real temperaments. They are very sweet dogs, as all pit bulls are.
I enjoyed the work in the Lodges and I hope to go back there today for more of a chance to interact with the dogs there. Most of them are pittie mixes and tougher cases though they are all wonderful dogs.
Last night we brought back our first sleepover dog: Aspen, an 11 year old, three legged retriever cross being treated for heartworm. Aspen's signature pose is on his back waiting for belly rubs.