Walter is back

Last week I wrote here about sweet Walter returning from a stint in San Diego as a greeter in a flower shop. The very next day he was adopted by a local couple. I was confident this match would last. I was wrong — Walter came back today. The reasons it didn’t work out aren’t relevant for the blog. The adopters weren’t at fault in any way. In fact, it’s admirable that they took the appropriate action sooner rather than later. We appreciate that. I went over to HB to bring him home, and he was happy to see me….

Bing

Bing came by to spend time with us today while his Mom helped feed the canine residents at HB. He was a popular during his l-o-n-g stay here. Fortunately, he’s one of those “don’t worry, be happy” types. That kept him from getting stressed out waiting for the right opportunity. Then he struck gold in May when he went home with Lorey. You can read more about Bing in Ogee’s post here.

Sweet Walter Boy

Walter is one of the new dogs I have at the house. No big issues with this boy. He actually first came to HB in February, 2016 and was named Leroy. Leroy Jethro Gibbs to be more specific. I wrote about him in this post. He was adopted almost immediately and went down to San Diego to enjoy life as a greeter in a flower shop. Problem was that he liked to explore, a pursuit made nearly effortless due to a shop door that beckoned him each time a customer came in. Between that and some curious incidents at a…

Lesson learned?

I’ve written a few times about introducing dogs. It’s an interesting process that occasionally leads to surprises, some of them unpleasant. But most meetings go as expected especially if the humans are careful and observe what the dogs are telling you. We start with the dogs on leashes which we then drop if the dogs seem okay with each other.After the dogs interact successfully for a few minutes we take the leashes off the collar. We keep metal bowls on hand that we clang loudly if the dogs start mixing it up after the leashes are dropped. That almost always…

Fall tapped me on the shoulder

I haven’t shot much in the HB garden lately. For several reasons. On Friday I found myself at HB with no dogs and no pressing need to get home quickly. I fed Frida the Cat, and, instead of hurrying to the car, I grabbed a camera and strolled through the garden. It was almost a new experience for me — it had been so long. Perhaps more so because the weather had recently turned cool. That’s a relative thing, of course. In Sacramento we’ll mostly have temps in the 70s and even 80s throughout October. I relaxed and slowed down…

Red Alert!

Sorry, no Star Trek red alert klaxon here. This is about a different sort of red alert. If you’ve volunteered at Homeward Bound long enough the other volunteers start to learn your canine preferences. I’ve mentioned before that I am partial to the red ones. One day last week I informed 3 times of a new guest named Killian within 15 minutes of my arrival. Oh, and I got an e-mail too which included which kennel the new up was residing in. I took him out later that day for photos This is Killian. I liked him right away. He…

Sometimes you can only do the best you can do

Maxton arrived at Homeward Bound in the middle of July. Of course, I noticed him right away because he was a big, red boy. That always gets my attention. I took him out for photos not long after he showed up that and spent a little time with him. I soon realized that he had a hole in his soul — there was something missing. This isn’t unusual in rescue. Most of the dogs we get are reasonably happy and balanced given that their lives have just been turned upside down. But for some, like Maxton, there is a deeper…