Mona

Not 10 days . . .Not 2 weeks . . .BUT 2 DAYS after Kaos went to rescue, The Musician shows me a picture from his cell phone and says "Want to see our new houseguest?"

Mona's stray hold had expired and she was a day away from euthanasia when SA R.O.C.K.S. stepped in to save her little life. She was mild heartworm positive and was getting spayed. The day after her spay, The Musician picked her up and brought her home until SA R.O.C.K.S. could find her a more long-term foster.

She sat quietly in her crate or huddled against The Musician under blankets on the couch. The Musician said she would NOT sleep in the bed, but would sleep in her crate. This is what I woke up to the next morning . . .

The first week, she cuddled under the blankets and was just so stinking cute. The Girls just ignored her and she pretty much ignored them. She was a quiet little girl. She didn't even take tiny treats from us. THEN SHE DISCOVERED TOYS!!! OMIGOD!!! TOYS!!! If they were big, bigger than her, she loved to shake them for all they were worth. If they squeaked . . .even better!!! And when she was excited, she wiggled and squirmed on her back all over the floor. SO STINKIN' CUTE!!! Then she discovered her voice!!! Bark bark bark bark bark bark . . .Perfect security alarm. Perfect announcer that anything was happening anywhere in the world.  She spent a weekend with another foster and taught their previously quiet dog to bark announcements. Whoops!  And, we learned she DOES NOT like cats . . . except for terrorizing.

She came back to us and was really settling in. When we left the house and came back, she greeted us like we had been gone a million years. Bark bark bark . . .spin spin spin . . .bark bark bark . . .pick me up pick me up pick me up.  She accepted . . .and expected . . .treats.  Oh, and we weighed her. I thought she was 9 pounds . . .this tiny little thing weighs 16 POUNDS!!!! And The Girls didn't mind her presence . . .except when she stole their toys.

Then out of the blue, I got this text . . .when I came home from work, she was gone. 

Happily vacationing with a few other Chihuahua buddies until she finds her furever home. 

 S.A.R.O.C.K.S is an all volunteer organization and can only afford to save lives through donations and people willing to offer their homes for fostering. Mona is going to cost a little more than the average dog because of her heartworms. Please consider sharing for her medical costs . . .and future saved lives.

Kaos . . .aka Popeye . . .aka Hank

There are many dogs roaming in our neighborhood. I don't know if it's a Texas thing and dogs are allowed to run and get lost a lot . . .or, as some of our neighbors have suggested, people dump their dogs around here believing that they will be taken in. Some of our close-by neighbors think that there is a doggie message board that tells strays to come to our house.

One night, not long ago, this was posted in the neighborhood. Many people responded, took food, took blankets. It was still chilly out and raining, which made us very sad. And we live very near a preserve area and hear coyotes howling often. We worried about this dog and couldn't bear to think of him exposed and helpless. So, The  Musician hopped in the car and picked him up and brought him home.

He was healthy and young and in pretty good shape. We were sure there was an owner looking for him, because he wasn't thin and he wasn't dirty. We posted him on multiple neighborhood facebook pages, garage sale pages, lost dog pages, animal rescue pages, and craigslist. Our friends shared him all over facebook. Someone would recognize him. We posted over 50 flyers throughout nearby neighborhoods. If we heard a clue about where he had been seen before, we rushed out to post flyers in that area. Still, no luck. He loved those car rides.

The Musician called him Popeye because "one eye just pops" out at you. I called him Kaos, because that's what he brought to the house (spelled different of course). He was young, still a puppy, and a big rambunctious guy. He ran over The Girls and they didn't like it. He was so sweet and just wanted to play, but The Girls are a little older and play much more gently. He would rummage through their toy box and bring them toys. If they ignored him, he went for more toys . . .I guess he figured he would get the right toy at some point. The squeakier the better. He never got the right one, but if Bunny growled, he thought she was playing and tried to wrestle . . .that did NOT go over well. He had boundless energy. He was a pest . . to us and to The Girls. He wanted to play every waking second of every day. We aren't built for that anymore. Super smart. He learned the doggie door by watching . . .once. He was a great running partner . . . if you run FAST. 

Thank goodness for neighbors with rambunctious dogs. We had lots of play dates. He wore out all the other dogs, and he even rested for about 15 minutes before his full energy levels were restored. Even AlleyKat tried to play, but they just ignored her and she was on the outside looking in. Not rambunctious enough.

All the husky rescues we contacted were full. But, we were in luck. Animal Defense League of San Antonio had an appointment. We scheduled an appointment. His medical tests were clear . . .no heartworm. He passed his temperament test . . .of course.  We paid a fee. He was renamed Hank. Apparently, Kaos is not a great name to get him adopted, though. Imagine!! He became famous and was the featured dog and it was decided that he is a Corski . . . Corgi/Husky mix. And probably only 9 months old, weighing 42 pounds. 

Four days later, Hank was adopted into a furever home. 

Thanks Animal Defense League of San Antonio