.. Today I'll be going to pick up another in Montreal at a Walmart Store.. He is just 9 months a stray picked up but no one has come forth.. I thought after my last rush things might slow down.. however it appears they won't.. I need more room.. Maybe the cosmos will help me relocate to a larger home or mini-farmette.. where I can have the space I need for all these rescues.. after tonight I'll be back up to 11 dogs..
Yes sleeping for me will be at a premium .. till everyone gets the lay of the place as well the sleeping time.. however I know with each newbie that comes in to Grace this rescue.. needs a couple or more days to settle in.. I'm so glad my personal dogs are a great WELCOMING COMMITTEE .. Yup allot of Aaarrroooo's tonight..
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Crazy Successful Weekend
Yes it was crazy not only did I rescue three dogs I also participated in a 10 kl ( 6 mile ) walk for cancer.. Thank goodness the weather was great on both days.. Truly the Higher Power was at work for I felt really blessed with both activities.. I brough both Hoover and Micky Mouse to represent BHRQ as well I sported a T-Shirt for NRAOK.. so there was plenty of talk.. about both charities..
Today I learned our little Basseteer Alyson In Quebec City area with leukemia received a new laptop computer.. I'm so thrilled that You guys/gals read this blog and made this little girls life better .. Now all her stays in hospital will not cut her off from her beloved basset Betty.. Yup its good to be alive..
Thank You to my audience here at the BHR Chronicles.. Keep doing those Random Acts of Kindness.. You never know when You might need one..
Today I learned our little Basseteer Alyson In Quebec City area with leukemia received a new laptop computer.. I'm so thrilled that You guys/gals read this blog and made this little girls life better .. Now all her stays in hospital will not cut her off from her beloved basset Betty.. Yup its good to be alive..
Thank You to my audience here at the BHR Chronicles.. Keep doing those Random Acts of Kindness.. You never know when You might need one..
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Buford The Basset
.. This is Buford.. 
He is a lovely boy that deserves better than a cement floor and gravel to walk on just because he has a grain allergy.. It hardly seems fair he was given up for such a trite cause.. His allergies are under control with his dry kibble and now is fit as a fiddle.. he only eats between 2-4 cups a day.. not a huge expense.. I really wish someone had room for this boy.. He isn't with my rescue but he is close by with a friends one.. who originally was given him before he was to be euthanized..
I hope someone gets in touch with me for this boy.. When I left him yesterday he looked at me like this..
Heartbreaking for me.
He is a lovely boy that deserves better than a cement floor and gravel to walk on just because he has a grain allergy.. It hardly seems fair he was given up for such a trite cause.. His allergies are under control with his dry kibble and now is fit as a fiddle.. he only eats between 2-4 cups a day.. not a huge expense.. I really wish someone had room for this boy.. He isn't with my rescue but he is close by with a friends one.. who originally was given him before he was to be euthanized..
I hope someone gets in touch with me for this boy.. When I left him yesterday he looked at me like this..
Heartbreaking for me.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
My Smooshy Bentley Is Going Home
.. This is Bentley a couple of weeks ago..
Well after being neutered and vaccinated/wormed Bentley my latest little guy has a new home.. This guy has been nothing but a pleasure to have as all the under 6 months have been.. Its hard on this old ticker each time to try not to get attached I mean look at this face.. Even my Micky feels loss after she has taken them under her wing for weeks till they are really ready for the world at large..
Just a little guy..
Today he rumbles with all of them..
Yup I'm going to miss this little smoochie..
Well after being neutered and vaccinated/wormed Bentley my latest little guy has a new home.. This guy has been nothing but a pleasure to have as all the under 6 months have been.. Its hard on this old ticker each time to try not to get attached I mean look at this face.. Even my Micky feels loss after she has taken them under her wing for weeks till they are really ready for the world at large..
Just a little guy..
Today he rumbles with all of them..
Yup I'm going to miss this little smoochie..
Friday, September 12, 2008
Doing Housework With Bassets..
.. When you have a rescue in your home and 6 bassets running around there is no time to keep up with cleaning.. I mean the basics get done but even thats a task.. changing the sheets on the futon can be a challenge as they find it most fun to run and jump on the mattress.. vacuuming well thats a howlfest.. with Hoovy keeping beat scratching in the ceramic kitchen floor to show his anxiety with the vacuum .. mopping.. well they have to see aqnd smell the buckets with each change.. they love lavender scent anything.. the cats head for the basement.. the birds well they quiet right down..
I'm trying to get my fall big jobs done.. ie: getting drool off walls.. reorganizing the bedding/towels.. fall clothes must come out.. the living room needs a new coat of paint.. bathroom has taken a beating washing all these dogs the water on the floor has softened it a bit by the tub.. Glad I got that " Booster Bath " saves my back now washing them all.. especially with the fall rains and mud these days.. Soon the leaves will blanket the yard and poop will be harder to find.. thats when I really could use a mud room.. haha.. However for today I'll do what I can.. but I can't wait for the snow.. Yes its a daily challenge keeping everything relatively clean and poop scooped..
I'm trying to get my fall big jobs done.. ie: getting drool off walls.. reorganizing the bedding/towels.. fall clothes must come out.. the living room needs a new coat of paint.. bathroom has taken a beating washing all these dogs the water on the floor has softened it a bit by the tub.. Glad I got that " Booster Bath " saves my back now washing them all.. especially with the fall rains and mud these days.. Soon the leaves will blanket the yard and poop will be harder to find.. thats when I really could use a mud room.. haha.. However for today I'll do what I can.. but I can't wait for the snow.. Yes its a daily challenge keeping everything relatively clean and poop scooped..
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Little Pieces
.. This was shared with me today..and why we need FOSTER MOM'S
Little Pieces
by Grace Saalsaa (Written for those who foster)
Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be impossible. And tomorrow... it probably wouldn't be possible then either. Her mind was too busy thinking about the dog that lay across her lap.
When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into little pieces.
The woman, who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he had lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this young dog find his own food in a dumpster outside the crack house where he lived. Nobody cared that he was gone.
His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers down to feel his bony body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, they were coated in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. But on that day he was beige and dust.
He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He sat motionless, waiting and limp.
But the thing that was the most disturbing was the look in his eyes. They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched her. They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do something 'to' him.
Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would 'give' something to him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her heart.
She reached out to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his eyes shut and dropped his head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that little bit of movement she gave him another one of the broken pieces of her heart.
She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and brushed some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and even though his own heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet another piece of her heart, for it would help to heal his own.
'Would you like some water, big boy?' She whispered to him as she set down a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had been dehydrated for a long time and she knew it would take him most of the week to re-hydrate.
He wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah... that's how it is, he thought to himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to get. 'Would you like some more?' and she gave him another bowl along with another little piece of her heart.
'I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food anymore. Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I've added some warm water and a little piece of my heart.'
Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. The heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits of her loving heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind of magic.
When the warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little broken pieces knit together again and heal the container it resides in. That container becomes whole again.
She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog until his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You see, kind words gently spoken turn the little pieces into illumination for the spirit that resides within.
He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never had he known such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he had learned about love.
Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. There was another person who had another heart that was meant to be shared with him.
So she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of her heart were with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your heart is not with you. She wrapped her arms around the dog that sat with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on me, he said.
And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on to live his new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the pieces with a simple statement made from the ribbons of her heart.
'I love you, Joe.'
And Joe lived happily ever after.
Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be possible. And tomorrow... it probably would be possible too. Because her mind was busy thinking about this, the next dog that lay across her lap.
Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask?
Ahhh... it came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart with them. And when the rescuer breathes in that little bit of heart, it quickly grows and fills the void left by the last dog.
Little Pieces
by Grace Saalsaa (Written for those who foster)
Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be impossible. And tomorrow... it probably wouldn't be possible then either. Her mind was too busy thinking about the dog that lay across her lap.
When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into little pieces.
The woman, who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he had lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this young dog find his own food in a dumpster outside the crack house where he lived. Nobody cared that he was gone.
His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers down to feel his bony body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, they were coated in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. But on that day he was beige and dust.
He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He sat motionless, waiting and limp.
But the thing that was the most disturbing was the look in his eyes. They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched her. They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do something 'to' him.
Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would 'give' something to him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her heart.
She reached out to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his eyes shut and dropped his head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that little bit of movement she gave him another one of the broken pieces of her heart.
She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and brushed some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and even though his own heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet another piece of her heart, for it would help to heal his own.
'Would you like some water, big boy?' She whispered to him as she set down a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had been dehydrated for a long time and she knew it would take him most of the week to re-hydrate.
He wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah... that's how it is, he thought to himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to get. 'Would you like some more?' and she gave him another bowl along with another little piece of her heart.
'I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food anymore. Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I've added some warm water and a little piece of my heart.'
Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. The heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits of her loving heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind of magic.
When the warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little broken pieces knit together again and heal the container it resides in. That container becomes whole again.
She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog until his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You see, kind words gently spoken turn the little pieces into illumination for the spirit that resides within.
He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never had he known such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he had learned about love.
Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. There was another person who had another heart that was meant to be shared with him.
So she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of her heart were with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your heart is not with you. She wrapped her arms around the dog that sat with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on me, he said.
And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on to live his new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the pieces with a simple statement made from the ribbons of her heart.
'I love you, Joe.'
And Joe lived happily ever after.
Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be possible. And tomorrow... it probably would be possible too. Because her mind was busy thinking about this, the next dog that lay across her lap.
Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask?
Ahhh... it came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart with them. And when the rescuer breathes in that little bit of heart, it quickly grows and fills the void left by the last dog.
Where Did He/She Come From ?
... Often times I am asked that question.. Helen.. " Where's this one from ? " There are several different ways these rescues come ( God's Grace being one ).. some are relinquished by their owners.. with a myriad of reasons.. some are from pounds.. others are from the Montreal SPCA & Trois Rivieres SPA.. I truly applaud their efforts now working with the rescues instead of euthanizing so many as before they give/transfer those we in rescue can re-home..
.. The new administration is really trying to turn things around.. now they even give bordatella vaccine to the dogs to avoid " kennel cough " while they wait to be adopted.. Just that is so helpful to us in rescue as it protects our rescue population.. We the rescues can do the regular vaccines/rabies.. heart worm testing.. sterilizing and whatever vetting thats needed.. ie: teeth extractions or cleaning.. grooming.. +++ I wouldn't expect that from the SPCA's as they don't know who will be adopted.. where we in Rescue don't euthanize ever ( unless there is a life threatening condition ) We stick it out till the right owner comes along.. or they remain with us permanently. It's the reason we do need donations so badly its quite an expensive undertaking .. and the need is always there..
All this just to let you the readers know.. that the Montreal SPCA and Trois Rivieres SPA.. deserve some recognition as they rebuild their reputation... I know I appreciate the efforts they are putting into place..
.. The new administration is really trying to turn things around.. now they even give bordatella vaccine to the dogs to avoid " kennel cough " while they wait to be adopted.. Just that is so helpful to us in rescue as it protects our rescue population.. We the rescues can do the regular vaccines/rabies.. heart worm testing.. sterilizing and whatever vetting thats needed.. ie: teeth extractions or cleaning.. grooming.. +++ I wouldn't expect that from the SPCA's as they don't know who will be adopted.. where we in Rescue don't euthanize ever ( unless there is a life threatening condition ) We stick it out till the right owner comes along.. or they remain with us permanently. It's the reason we do need donations so badly its quite an expensive undertaking .. and the need is always there..
All this just to let you the readers know.. that the Montreal SPCA and Trois Rivieres SPA.. deserve some recognition as they rebuild their reputation... I know I appreciate the efforts they are putting into place..
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