My last photo of Chief?

This may the last shot I take of Chief. He went home today. Chief’s new Dad brought in Chief’s new brother so they could meet for the first time. That was the last hurdle before Chief could go to his new home. Lori managed the intro so naturally it went swimmingly. Chief’s new brother is a Rotti mix so they are both big dogs. So now Chief’s Dad is happy. All the volunteers are happy. I’m happy. And I’m sure Chief is happy. He’s in the best place he could possibly be. He hit the Lotto. In case you’re wondering,…

Chief

I’ve written before about one of the mixed blessings of doing rescue work. When you meet hundreds of dogs you’re bound to fall in love with more than a few of them. And then there are the few that for some reason your heart just aches with the desire  to take them home forever. Chief is one of those dogs for me. I’ve never been foolish enough to make an ordered list of the dogs I’ve loved the most at HB. But I can tell that Chief would be near the top if I made such an effort. Ogee has…

Lilly the Lookout

Lilly spends a lot of her yard time watching. I assume she is checking her surroundings for signs of danger and the occasional tasty critter. She’s not one to abandon her post. Staying on task — at least this task — seems to come easy for her. Lilly sometimes seem unaware of me when I enter the yard and approach her. She does allow herself to sit but her eyes stay glued to the terrain in front of her. Even moving in front of her doesn’t guarantee attention from her.

Ride ’em, cowgirl!

Nora, the blonde below, is a superstar dog when it comes to playing with other dogs. Nora excels at adapting her play style to the dogs she is with. In this post you can see her being a ruffian with the boys (Ryder and Decoda). Always willing to play but never gets too rough. On the other hand, it’s amazing to watch Nora self-handicap when playing with a puppy. She even takes the time to teach the young ones how to play properly.

News we don’t like to get

Of course, we want all of our Homeward Bound dogs to stay adopted once they go home. It’s much easier to take if it’s simply a matter of the match not being right. Perhaps the dog was too high energy for the adopter’s lifestyle, or someone in the household turned out to be allergic to dander. Then we can vow to get it right the next time. Occasionally though, we have a dog come back due to a bite. That’s much more distressing. Yesterday I received a text message from a friend/volunteer at the rescue that Walter had come back…

Monty & Scrappy

I was out in the back with Scrappy and Lilly this evening. I took some shots with the camera. Tried to get Lilly to stop posing like a goof when I had her next to Scrappy. No luck. I suddenly decided to introduce Scrappy and the new boy, Monty. I’m normally reluctant to do a dog intro by myself but I felt okay about this one. Scrappy is pretty safe in such situations but I chose not to include Lilly. She can wait until tomorrow. I returned both Scrappy and Lilly and out them behind a barrier. Then I ushered…