Update on McDuff, now known as Mickey D.

Mickey slept in my lap for the hour drive to his new home.  When we arrived, he followed RJ, our lab, into the house and promptly made it his home by marking six different locations in less than 45 seconds.  It was actually pretty funny with me running behind him with the paper towels and Nature's Miracle spray in hand.

I carefully taught Mickey how to climb the doggie stairs to get into bed with me.  No problem, he ran up the stairs as if he had done this many times before.  RJ likes to sleep against the headboard and Mickey claimed his place nestled into ribs with his head on my chest.  Watching TV from bed, Mickey prefers my lap as in this picture:

I took Mickey to my Purdue trained Vet this week.  I am convinced that Purdue puts out some of the very best Vets.  His neuter surgery is healing nicely but both of his ears were infected.  At some point he had been injured in the white of his right eye and his upper right lip was crusted over, showing some signs of infection.  We got medication for all his problems and he is progressing beautifully.  He also got his doggie flu shot.

Mickey is a lover.  He loves to be in my lap, loves to be petted and is liberal with his kisses, something I needed as I lost my mother this week.  Mickey and RJ have bonded and get into running fits, first with one in the lead and then the other.  RJ is adorable with their difference in size and even lets him win when they play tug. I can't imagine how a sweet loving dog could have ever ended up homeless.  He will have a home with us forever and ever.

Thank you for saving him!

Linda Rutherford

Girls Night Out - Rescue Style

This used to mean a bunch of gals getting together, having a few drinks at a meet and greet place or at someone's house to talk about life, your dreams, what went wrong, hopes for the kids, and what's next in our long, mostly uneventful lives.  Now Girls Night Out for the last 16 months has been about dumpster diving for free dog food, dog rescue in the middle of the night, picking fleas off puppies for hours that have just been saved, or sitting all night long with a mom ready to give birth to her litter and in such bad shape we must do most of the work for her.  Conversations are less about personal issues that really never get solved. They have turned into something greater then ourselves -the cause for the paws, meeting at all hours of the night transferring dogs to foster homes. a hoarder, some criminal case of abuse, a Pit Bull fighting ring broken up and homes needed ASAP for 60 dogs that may be savable. We talk about worms -  long worms, round worms , short worms, and the color of poo or the smell of pee, how strong, what does it look like, how is your puppy, the momma, what do his gums look like - questions one never asks about our children.  

It is both new and enjoyable leading me to believe that Girls Night Out will never be the same. These photos only represent a few cases that I worked on this year. Thank you Second Chance Rescue, for at the end of this road the dogs rescued ME.

Laurie