The disappearing website …

… well, it was there.  “It” being our local rescue site, ApsoRescueColorado.org.  Seems Microsoft is no longer offering free hosting for non-profits. We didn’t get the email that was sent out notifying us of the change … and the new charges … so it has disappeared into cyberspace.  Fortunately, our very capable webmistress, Michelle, has tracked it down and will be researching the options (read that “cheap options”) for continuing our domain name and lining up hosting for the site.

Stay tuned as we wander our way back from the black hole of cyberspace with a new and updated rescue site.  In the meantime, we’ll keep the Blog advised of  our progress and rescue activities.  We’re still here — just not easy to find!

UPDATE:   We’re still looking for a low-cost hosting service … if you have any questions about our policies/procedures or need forms, please contact me directly at:  ApsoRescue@aol.com.

Ready and Waiting …

This piece, authored by Karen Filippi of Somerset Cairns, Tunkhannock, PA, speaks to each of us who have watched the years tick off with a beloved companion (reprinted with permission, as appearing  in the November 2008 AKC Gazette).

The AKC Gazette … the Official Journal of the Sport of Purebred Dogs Since 1889,  is available as a paper subscription or through a free online digital edition.  The Gazette is a treasure trove of information on the individual breeds which make up each “group” of dogs as well as being of interest in general to those sharing their heart and home with the canine species.

Ready and Waiting …

Summer, this year, seemed to come and go with my barely marking the days or weeks.  Instead, it’s the months that have become the season’s mile-marker, and the year the milestone of time’s passage.  This is, I think, also the measure of my progress through the seasons of my own life.  And so, with summer gone and year’s end approaching, I find myself facing the prospect of other passings, other endings.  Somehow, without my really noticing, two of my Cairns have grown quite old.

True to their reputation, Cairn Terriers are hardy, active dogs with relative few genetic health issues.  Should they fall ill or be injured, they will often suffer in silence.  This is another facet of the native courage that sends them headlong and heart-first into dark, narrow holes in the ground, seeking fierce quarry armed with tooth and claw.

The lifespan of a Cairn Terrier can, and more often does, exceed 15, 16, 17 years  and more.  Measured against human years, it is not very long.  Yet it is long enough to encompass a childhood, a marriage, to span one or more of the significant passages that mark our own lives.

Time passes, and, as it is the nature of things, the irresistable puppy become the irrepressible adolescent.  The adolescent becomes the mature, comfortable companion and faithful friend who, suddenly, a senior, slows but remains steadfast.  And then …

How to consider, cope with, the prospect of such a loss?

It is a testament to the lives of these incredible creatures that their passing has such a profound effect that we are compelled to search for ways to express our grief and afford it the dignity it is due.  While convention may still deny dogs a soul, for many the idea of the “Rainbow Bridge” speaks to our need to have them wait for us, somewhere, safe from harm.  In so many canine lives, there are too few such places; it seems fitting there should be such a place afterward.  Who can know?

What we can know, beyond doubt and, even absent faith, it the value of what they give to us.  We are, quite literally, their individual gods and they love us without condition or judgment.  They remind us to accept the world as it comes each day, to meet each moment with anticipation and awe.  To hear the poetry in our shared silences and the harmony in our different songs.  To fling our heart ahead in the sheer joy of living, and to run, full-out and free, to catch it up … again, and again.

When, all too soon, it is time for them to go, our memories of them will hold all this and keep it safe, ready and waiting, against the time when it will be our turn to follow.  … For Tinker and Indi, in their twilight.

An interesting take …

… on what motivates one to obtain a particular breed of dog … or a cat or fish!  Can’t say that I agree totally with the personality hypothesis regarding the Apso, however.  Now the cat — totally my husband  lol.  

So, why do you own an Apso?  What was it that drew you to the breed?

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Why we choose one animal as a companion over another is an indicator of our personalities. Dr Onkar Pawaskar tells you what your pet says about you. (Dr Onkar Pawaskar is a veterinarian and practises out of Pet’s Clinic at Thane … from the AhmedabadMirror.com)

Dog Knows …  

Some people swear by dogs; others stand by cats. Then there are those who find love with a goldfish. The animal we choose to domesticate, even the breed, is an indicator of our personality. Dogs are probably the best mirrors to their owners, mainly because over time, their personality rubs off on the dog. So if you see an aggressive driver on the road, take the ‘Beware of dog’ sign on his door seriously. Also, it would pay to be a responsible for your pet’s appearance and behaviour — that reflects upon you too. This is what the most popular breeds indicate.

Labrador retrievers:  The Lab is an amiable, playful dog who does not have aggression or guarding qualities. A person who chooses to adopt this kind of retriever is most likely to be easy-going and with no wish to portray or project anything. Labs are generally a sign of self-assured people.

Pekingese:  Not very popular as a pet, the Penkingese is for divas who want a dog that’s a mix of good looks and smart behaviour. Ever seen a Pekinese walk? Head held high and beaming confidence, least bothered by its size… matching those who have a high degree of self-respect. Since it’s not hyperactive makes it easy to handle (albeit with care).

Lhasa Apsos:  This dog is a complete show-off, just like its master. Adopting a Lhasa Apso is akin to using a luxury brand to project a personal image or prestige. A well-groomed Lhasa shows the owner’s attention to details and pride in appearance. Good looks are very important to such a person.

Pugs:  Pugs are a favourite among those who aspire to be different. These dogs aren’t cute or appealing, nor are they built big. Yet they project tightly packed fierceness that resonates with people who have an underlying sense of unrealised potential and are willing to prove themselves if called upon.

Stray dogs:  You are dealing with a rebel here. Instead of going for a specific breed, the owner is adventurous and compassionate to give a stray dog a home. Far from materialistic, the person knows the distinction between love and worldly pursuits.

German Shepherds:  These dogs are fiercely loyal, intelligent, approachable yet aloof. People with German Shepherd place high value on loyalty and are, to some extent, possessive. The dog’s assertive personality shows disapproval for unnecessary aggression, but capability to protect oneself and one’s family.

Fish:   A dog requires a whole-hearted commitment, almost like a child. However for those who want animal company but not the responsibility, fish are the best alternative. You need to feed them only twice a day and clean the tank once a week — no grooming, no training and no walking. Fish people are extremely conscious of their sense of space. Even their interaction with their pet is largely decided by what, when and how much they wish to communicate; they don’t like being impinged upon. Always, it’s the human who goes to the pet, not the other way around.

Cat:   Cats are non-aggressive, lazy, non-demanding, self-indulgent, independent, intelligent and most importantly, indoor pets. They walk and groom themselves and don’t demand excessive attention or affection. Cat people, especially those who prefer Persian or Siamese breeds, love luxury, independence and have no patience for the involvement expected by dogs.

Tibetiya …

One of my favorite songs from Tibetiya by Oliver Shanti and Friends. 

Close your eyes and imagine, if you will, a monastary set high in the Himalayan mountains where Apsos and Tibetan monks walk the corridors, moving as one.

To Crate …

… or not to crate, that is the question!  And one frequently discussed when it comes to housetraining issues or adding a new dog to a household.  Many folks view them as “cruel” but — when used properly — they can be your best friend’s best friend.  Seriously. 

Dogs are hardwired with an instinct to “den.”  In the wild, a den (often dug underground) is a safe place … one used for sleeping, raising their young, and protection.  That instinct can be shaped to an owner’s benefit and, at the same time, provide the dog with an area they can call their own.

The canine is an innately clean creature and will generally avoid soiling in the place where it sleeps.  A crate, used in conjunction with a consistent housetraining program, teaches the young dog — or an adult — what is and what isn’t appropriate toileting.  Use of a crate also allows the owner to monitor the dog’s progress more closely and make adjustments accordingly. 

Another aspect of crate training that is often overlooked is the safe haven it provides for the dog.  They view it as their own personal den — a safe place — where they can go to nap or remove themselves from situations which make them uncomfortable such as a very active house, holiday gatherings, small children, thunderstorms, etc.  A crate-trained dog also undergoes less stress at the vet’s office or the groomer.  What’s the first thing the vet or groomer does when you leave your dog there … put them in a crate!  A dog comfortable with a crate will usually settle down quickly.  One that’s not familiar with a crate undergoes a much higher level of stress and anxiety in an already stressful situation. 

Nap time!

A crate-trained dog is easier to travel with as well as being safer in a vehicle.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard stories recounted of a person traveling with dogs loose in the vehicle.  An accident occurs and the dogs are: (1) killed outright from being thrown around the vehicle or ejected from the vehicle; (2) they get loose and run off, never to be seen again, or (3) shot by the highway patrol because they’ve become a danger to other traffic on the roadway when they can’t be caught.  My dogs settle down and sleep in their crates when traveling, making me a better driver as I’m not distracted by them.  Once you arrive at your destination, a crate can be used to keep them comfortable in the hotel room … their home away from home, if you will.

I didn’t use to believe in crates.  Indeed, my first Apso never saw the inside of one and slept with me nightly.  It wasn’t until she was gone that I realized how disrupted my sleep was — I no longer woke up many times during the night to see where she was before turning over or moving in bed.  Ali arrived as a crate-trained adult with the instructions to give crating a try.  Okay, easy enough to set up a crate (or three) in our bedroom.  We’ve never looked back and all dogs, whether mine or a foster, are crate trained.  Indeed, my dogs will put themselves to bed (crate) at night on their own and I often find them napping in them during the day.  Nor is it unusual to find the resident feline curled up in a crate, sleeping.  Ali has a “nite-nite” routine … she’ll run around the house looking for just the “right” toy.  Once found, she comes to the doorway of the front room and stands there, looking at us with the toy in her mouth.  We’ll wave and say “nite-nite” and off to crate she goes, putting herself to bed.

The other night, after staying up late and watching a movie, I was closing crate doors and neglected to shut Franker’s door.  The only reason I know that is because finally, at around 6:00 a.m., he jumped up on the foot of the bed and snuggled in.  His choice was to sleep in his crate rather than our bed the majority of the night.  Ali flat refuses to sleep on our bed despite coaxing on our part.  The lights go out and she’s off the bed, headed for her crate.  That’s her bed … no bones about it!   If the boys get too rambunctious in their play, she goes to her crate removing herself from the chaos.

I also crate my dogs when I’m not at home for longer than an hour or two.  I don’t have to worry if Ali is eating something inappropriate … the boys haven’t injured themselves or broke something with their boisterous wrestling … and the foster dog hasn’t toileted inappropriately.

Kennel up!

A Hard Day …

… for “the boys.”  Just two days short of nine months old, they were neutered today along with getting caught up on vaccinations, nail trims, microchips and, in the case of Jasper (formerly known as Mo), extraction of five retained baby teeth.  Unfortunately, the teeth were firmly embedded and required stitches afterwards so the poor little guy is hurting on both ends tonight.  While under anesthesia, Dawa had his ears inspected and flushed … he has an infection in both ears requiring medication for a week.  Both were whining when we got them home late this afternoon but that’s settled down.  Hopefully, they will sleep comfortably through the night — which means we will as well!

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Jasper came home with an e-collar … you know, the thing that looks like a lamp shade which they bang on the floor, walls and everything else they come into contact with.  It was quickly replaced with a Bite-not collar.  Dawa started licking on his incision so a fast trip was made to Fort Collins in search of something besides the lampshade.  Couldn’t find a Bite-Not so we’re trying a ProCollar … seems to be working well and Dawa is comfortable enough in it to be snoozing in the floor after working on his yoga. 

During the exam before the neuter, the vet remarked on their slow, steady heartbeats.  A bit unusual as many small dogs are nervous at the vet, which increases their heart rates.  Not these boys … perfectly comfortable and engaging all the techs who came by to assist.  Doc Sherry was very impressed with how nice they are — something I’ve been telling hubby all along.  Good boys despite a very hard start in life.  They’re progressing with crate and house training.  Not perfect, but I have no doubt they’ll get it as we keep working with them.

Shhhhh ... Baby Jasper sleeping
Dawa and his "cigar"

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And speaking rides, tomorrow would be a good day to head to Denver for the dog show.  If you’ve never been to a dog show in Colorado, this is definitely the one to see!  Spread over four days, four floors and two buildings, you can find everything at this show … agility, rally, obedience and vendors galore.

Nine Hours Later …

… we had two 8-month old Apsos home and clean.  Not only matted but urine-soaked feet and bellies.  It took three people and almost six hours to get them cleaned up.  Matted to the skin in various places on their heads, muzzles and around the neck, chest and shoulders.  Feces caked on the rear.  

These boys are horses … I’d guess they weigh 21+ pounds (to put it in perspective, my boys weigh 14.5 to 15 pounds at maturity).  Golden in color with black tipping.  And exceptional temperaments.  Through it all, the only thing they offered were kisses.  No snapping, no biting, no whining … that’s saying a lot given what it took to get them cleaned up. 

They could be twins and we’re having difficulty telling them apart.  At the moment, one has retained baby canines, the other doesn’t.  Neuters are scheduled for the 19th.  They have a bit of separation anxiety but we’re working through that … 

Dawa and Momo
Rub-a-dub-dub ... Apso in the tub
Linda (l) and Debbie (r)

These little cuties … well, not so little … will be available for adoption in the next four to six weeks.  They need to be neutered, caught up on their vaccinations and microchipped.  We’re also in the midst of contacting a trainer/animal behaviorist to work on their separation anxiety.  While they’re getting better, we want to make sure we’re doing all we can for them to ensure they are well-adjusted.

Update:   Spoke with the trainer/behaviorist today.  She does not believe they have separation anxiety.  As they lived in an apartment that didn’t allow pets, every noise was responded to by the owner so that behavior [barking] was reinforced by the attention.  We’re ignoring the barking and it should extinquish itself in the next four to six days.  We’re also using a D.A.P. diffuser and spray as a calming agent.

Mamers …

a/k/a as Mae-Mae — our little foster from a Missouri puppymill — got a new home for the holidays!  Here’s Mae-Mae and her new mom, Jami …

I hear that Mae-Mae is quite spoiled and has declared herself “Queen of the Couch.”  The new home came with a loyal subject in the form of a cat, Zsa Zsa, that took to the dog like a duck to water.  A little birdie also told me that Mae-Mae’s new grandpa has threatened to dognap her … just because she’s so darned sweet!

2010 Rocky Mountain Cluster …

This is unabashedly a repeat of last year’s post (and the year before)  … the same information holds true for 2010!

Once again, we’re gearing up for the largest dog show in Colorado … The Rocky Mountain Cluster held February 12-15 at the National Western Complex (Expo Hall), 4655 Humboldt in Denver. The Premium List, which contains information on the show, parking, maps and entry, can be found here … Premium List.  The actual times for judging and the ring numbers are not disseminated until just a week before the show; we’ll post a link to the judging program when available.

Update:  As promised, here’s the Judging Program with Apsos as follows:  Friday – Ring 10 at 1:55 pm; Saturday – Ring 9 at 10:35 am; Sunday – Ring 6 at 11:25 am; and Monday – Ring 6 at 1:00 pm.  There will also be a breed seminar at 1:00 pm on Sunday with AKC judge Barbara Schwartz.

If you’re thinking of attending, please be sure to give yourself plenty of time for parking, getting into the facility, and then finding the right ring and some chairs (rings are marked by numbers on tall poles).  Parking, depending on where one finds an open lot, can run anywhere from $5 to $10 — and it may also be a very long walk!  Entry fee to the Expo Hall is $5.  Please note that dogs not entered in the show are not allowed on the site.  If considering crowds/parking, Friday or Monday would probably be the better of the four days to attend.   As the largest show in the region, the selection of vendors and their wares is pretty amazing … if it’s dog related, you’ll find it at this show!  From art prints, to clothing, to grooming supplies, to dog beds, to K9-related jewelry, to crates and tables, it will be at this show.  Might want to bring the plastic along (and keep in mind that the vendors start packing up on Monday for the return home).

Besides the conformation competition, one can also find other venues such as Rally, Obedience, and Agility. These are generally held in the Events Center which fronts 47th Street; Rally is held on the 3rd floor of the main building.  Hope to see you there … it’s a great reason to come out and support the breed!  If you need more information, please feel free to contact me at:  ApsoRescue@aol.com.

Into the New Year …

Now that things have calmed down somewhat and the holidays are but a distant memory, we’ll start working on getting the Blog updated.  Quite a few changes in the past few months, both personally and with rescue … lots of things to post about.

As many of you know, my father passed away in early September; the next three months were a blur for us.  Besides dealing with his death — physically and emotionally — there was also the matter of cleaning out his house and getting it on the market.  Add into the mix a week-long trip to Carlisle, PA for the American Lhasa Apso Club’s 50th Anniversary and National Specialty … a great show with lots of history.  My souvenir from that trip was a cold, the cough of which lasted 6 weeks.  Then, to top off the year, we got an offer on Dad’s house in mid November … which meant we would spend the next 30 days sorting through what was still in the house, getting it ready for closing and having an estate sale.  So now you know why you didn’t get a Christmas card from rescue this year!! 

We’re getting adjusted to four dogs in the house and Buttons seems to have settled in pretty well, all things considered.  We do note that her sight is getting worse — she didn’t have much to begin with — so that’s something we’re dealing with on a daily basis.  She’s been seen by an ophthalmologist at CSU and had some testing done.  Unfortunately, they believe she has a lesion on the optic nerve and there’s nothing that can be done to improve or restore her sight.  Matters not … she’s home, a promise kept. 

Alrighty then … stay tuned for more info, upcoming events and some exciting news!  We’ll end this with a photo of Dante and his favorite present from Santa Paws …

"I just love my new bed!!"

Best Dog …

Best Dog in the World …

By T’Mara Goodsell
One’s first love is always perfect until one meets one’s second love. ~ Elizabeth Aston
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Years ago, I owned the very best dog in the world.

I was a child when we got her.  She was a graceful brown hound, a foundling who taught me that our pets are not purchased, but ordained.

She romped when I did and knew how to smile in that funny way that only some dogs have. She grew up with me, always there when I needed her.  My grown hand still remembers the sleek bump on the top of her head and that gentle divot just past her nose that fit my index finger just perfectly.

She passed away during one of my college vacations.  My heart broke then, and I knew that there would never be another dog like her, and there hasn’t been.  I was sure that I could never love another dog as much as I’d loved her.

Fortunately, I was wrong about that part.

My next dog came into my life when I was married.  My husband traveled for a living, and I was often lonely.  This dog grew into a lumbering Wolfhound and Sheepdog mix who taught me patience.  He was a large, grizzled sentry, that dog.  He rarely left my side until the children were born, and then he became their guardian, too.  I can still feel that swirl of fur along his back and the weight of his chin when it rested in my lap.

When he passed away, my heart broke.  As much as I had loved that childhood dog, I had been wrong.  This was the very best dog in the world.  There would never be another dog like him, and there hasn’t been.  I was sure I would never love another dog as much as I’d loved him.

I was wrong again.

We got the next one, a loping black Lab-and-Terrier mix, when the children were little. He taught me the importance of adapting. He was everyone’s dog from the beginning, and that was just as it should be.  When he played tug of war with the children, he dragged them across the kitchen floor as they shrieked with laughter.  He always seemed to sleep in the room of the child who needed his company the most.

These days his face is expressively gray, and he spends more time with me since the almost-grown children aren’t around so much.  The other day my oldest, home from college, played tug of war.  We all laughed — just a little – as the dog was gently pulled across the kitchen floor.

He is, of course, the very best dog in the world.  I will never forget that exquisitely soft tuft of fur behind his ears or the tickley feel when he nuzzles. There won’t be another dog like him.

And that’s okay, because we will never be at this point in our lives again.

Sometimes I’ve wondered why two species that get along so well should have such different life spans.  It just doesn’t seem right.  And then I wonder if that’s part of the lesson:  To teach us that love itself has a spirit that returns again and again and never really dies.

It’s amazing, in a way, how they bring to our ever-changing lives exactly what it is that we need at the moment.  They make room for one another, this family of dogs who has never even met.  And they fit — into our families, into our lives, into our memories, and into our hearts — because they always have been and always will be … the best dogs in the world.

Winter …

First snow… has arrived in Colorado.  Even though it’s not actually “winter”  yet as December 21st is still a ways off.  Nevertheless, winter is here.  Our first snow dumped 14 inches on the flat and formed drooping cornices where the wind swirled off the back of the garage.  One good snow and I’m ready for spring.  I dread the short days that come with a return to Mountain Standard Time, preferring the long lazy days of summer.  I’d much rather watch the flowers grow and the dogs play in the yard than heavy gray skies and blowing snow.

The dogs don’t seem to share the same sentiment.  First snow and they’re doing their best snowplow impression, kicking up heels as they run to and fro.  Every now and again, a nose is dropped and the plow carves out a long furrow.  A face finally emerges, encrusted with snow crystals … a proper little mountain dog from Tibet!

Image025We added a bit of color to the winter landscape this year … a vertical Tibetan prayer flag.  Lots of prayers going up that day!  You’ll note we have double fencing — wooden privacy and a 24-inch high interior fence.  The short fence was put up for several reasons:  (1) to prevent the boys from fence fighting with the dogs to the east and south, (2) to confine all of them to the grass areas and out of the bark, (3) to keep Frankers from chasing squirrels and re-injuring his SI joint, and (4) to keep Dad’s partially-blind Tzu from getting lost in the vegetation behind the garage.  Success on all accounts and it has definitely cut down on the barking outside.  A  good thing as barking dogs are not tolerated.  It’s rude and neither I — nor the neighbors — want to hear it.

Franker’s favorite part of winter is … when Mom drags out the fleece throw and curls up on the couch.  He’s claimed the spot right behind my knees, settling in for a long evening nap.  Standing beside the couch he waits until I’m settled and then hops up … never fails no matter what season it is.  He eventually gets too warm and starts panting.  At that point, I have to tell him to get down as he won’t leave on his own.  That’s my boy.

May you all have a warm fire and a dog at your feet for the winter.

Addendum:  Since we’re on the subject of winter, a couple photos taken with yet another storm that blew through Nov. 14th …

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One of the birdhouses made by my father … after he retired he enjoyed putzing around in the yard and doing woodwork.  His back fence was lined with houses for the little red finches.

Below, our Green Man sporting a snowy cap along with a nose warmer …

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Update …

… on our little senior, Kalsang who went to his new home in September.  He’s doing just fabulous and his new Mom thinks he’s pretty special …

Kalsang and Mary

“We got the I.D. yesterday and appreciate all the trouble you went to for us.  Halloween was very quiet but Kalsang was good and seemed to understand what was going on.   He is a big hit at the Dog Club [training class] because he is more of a senior observer and contributes his wisdom when he feels like it. Ha Ha.  I personally think he is the cutest dog there.  He performs when he has his turn and then stays quiet laying by my side.  He loves going and enjoys the social part and the different smells.  He may have a little trouble with ears and eyes but his nose is in overdrive!  We try to walk twice a day for about 20 minutes each time and he isn’t as concerned when I leave because he is allowed to roam the house more freely and I tell him I’ll be back soon and he knows I mean it.  We have cut way back on treats because he is more secure now. He is just the most perfect dog!  He does love to get covered with snow and talk about muddy feet!  But what’s a mother to do.  I just love the fact that he doesn’t mind being cleaned up after he has a good romp in the yard.  He is laying near me now.  I really have the “good fortune”.    Later,  Mary

Healing thoughts …

Image007 (2)… needed for one of our former fosters.  I always knew this day would come … a day wherein a phone call is received concerning one of the dogs we’ve placed.  Knew it would be difficult for the owners who opened their hearts and home to a rescue years long past to make this call.

BooBoo was our first out-of-state transport into rescue.  Originally from Oklahoma City, he caught a ride to Colorado with a gal that was headed home to the Springs after a lure-coursing trial.  We met at a truck stop in Limon, Colorado … a fair piece from my home, especially so when the meet /greet was set for 11:00 p.m.  Hubby, bless his heart, insisted that I wasn’t driving it alone.  I’m glad he was there as it was 2:00 a.m. when we pulled into our driveway.   Despite the late hour, it was a beautiful drive home across the southeastern plains under a brilliant full moon. 

BooBoo is a charmer.  We had friends over for dinner in July 2003 … BooBoo found an accommodating lap and proceeded to insist on sitting in it for most of the evening.  Boo went home with them that night and never looked back.

A CT scan is scheduled at CSU on Wednesday morning as well as a biopsy to examine a growth on the roof of his mouth.  At the moment, it can be one of three things:  a foreign object that entered through the nose and lodged in the palate/sinuses with resultant infection, a fungal infection of the sinuses, or a tumor which can be benign or cancerous.   We’re hoping an infection caused by a foreign object is the diagnosis as a fungal infection will require a 5- to 6-hour surgery to scrape the sinuses out.  A cancer diagnosis brings its own set of problems.

Please keep this little one and his family in your thoughts and prayers …’

UPDATE:   Boo did not undergo the CT scan this morning as his symptoms subsided on Saturday and haven’t returned.  The vets at CSU recommended a “wait/see” treatment program.  It’s entirely possible he got something up his nose and it is now gone.   Woohooo!! 

Good fortune …

 ... for Kalsang!   Senior dog placed with a senior owner.  She found us at the Animal House pet expo last weekend and fell in love with Kalsang (Tibetan meaning “good fortune”).  She had about given up on ever having a dog again as she wanted an older one.  What she’d found so far were either too young (read that “hyper”) or gone before she could get there. 

Prior to the home check, she made dog cookies and bought a crate.  Said if she didn’t get him, she’d donate the crate to rescue.  Sharp lady … 73 and still does her own house/yard work, scoops snow, and plays clarinet in a senior band twice a week.  We had an apsolutely delightful visit for the homecheck.  House was immaculate (hmmm, wonder if she’d like a part-time job).  When I commented on how clean her house was, she replied, “Too damn clean, it’s a dead house … needs a dog to give it some life.” 

We discount our adoption fees for the senior dogs … she, however, added $75 to the fee stating “use it for whatever is needed”  What a gem!

From a raggedy little dog lost  …

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 To a bright, new future for the golden boy …
 
Our golden boy ...
 
May they enjoy “Lhasa” happy, healthy years together!

Animal House Pet Expo …

Image272Despite the unseasonably cool and wet weather, we had a good day.  Got to meet lots of folks and the dogs were little troopers, putting their best paw forward. 

Kalsang also got a much-needed trim to his bangs so we can see his handsome face.  Isn’t he cute?

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… and this just in.  Our little red foster, Mae-Mae … PetExpoAnimalHouse1