Rescue and Me

JANUARY 2011

2011-01-10T11:51:00.001-08:00

The first post of the new year - and we have 12 or so dogs needing to find homes. We also have two dogs needing to come back to rescue - one is Wilson who was placed during this past year and the other is Kees who was placed in 2002. How is it that when folks move away and have problems we do not get to know about the issues for years? Suddenly we are expected to do something and do it immediately. Ahhh well, one can never say rescue is dull and boring...it never is...

Our web site is more or less updated with the dogs but there seem to be many that are not on the site. Pure breds that hopefully will be placed without ever having their photos up there - they are in great demand at times and we still seem to go through cycles of only males for weeks then only females for weeks, there is no rhyme or reason for this non-pattern occurrence.

Rescue is still looking for a volunteer grant writer, as well as foster homes and people to help transport. It is a never ending wish list for those three helping hands.

2010-09-16T10:36:00.000-07:00

Fewer dogs is always good?

2010-09-16T10:21:00.001-07:00

We have two Ridgebacks in rescue - Rudy the three-year old ridgeless boy and Maggie the two-year old ridged girl - both need new homes and both a pretty cool dogs - photos can be seen at http://www.ridgeback.org/ but will post a couple here of Maggie being possessive of her personal space.

Sadly remiss...

2010-09-07T10:51:00.000-07:00

Ah well, I forgot all about this blog - even though I promised faithfully to keep it up to date.... but let us get down to the business of Rescue - we still have dogs to be rehoused. We still have far to few volunteers, we have even fewer foster homes - and there are always dogs needing to be rehoused. Always. I am currently trying to learn how to write grants so that rescue can be flush again and have some much need cash to spend on the dogs. Dogs need to be spayed, neutered, microchipped; they need to be fed, most of all they need to be loved.

I am soooo bad...

2008-10-13T00:29:00.000-07:00

I really put this blog up so that I could keep in touch with more of you out there and I have failed miserably. Tonight I am sitting on 22 dogs in rescue and 628 e-mails that I have to do something with - adopt out, answer, delete, destroy (only the e-mails, not the dogs), all of the above. Good grief, I need a secretary or three. Please - somebody send me some personnel!

Life has been morbidly busy - is that an oxymoron? If it is morbid does that mean it is dead - or has been dead a while? I guess one cannot be busy when one is dead. Too many people are losing their homes thus losing their dogs too. I wonder why none of the kids are being dumped? Just the pets..... Food for thought?

Suffice this post to say I shall try to keep up my postings and try not to get too high up on my soap box - hope you are all well and one of these Sundays we shall do yet another RR walk at some out of the way place that is equally inconvenient for all to get to - honest.

Good to be home

2008-07-27T18:22:00.000-07:00

It really is good to be home but now my feet are getting itchy again and I want to travel - with the price of gas that is not very feasible so will add a bit to this blog and a photo of one of the horses who travelled back to California - she is so large that Makeetah stood up on her hind legs and licked the top of Allie's leg - nowhere near her shoulder!

A few highlights...

2008-07-09T11:13:00.000-07:00

After looking everywhere - while we drove, for wildlife - and seeing none, a young and very thin coyote ran in front of my truck. Me, being the ever conscious and careful driver, slammed on the brakes of this heavily laden truck. I am just lucky it did not even fishtail!! The coyote ran looking across his shoulder at me - as if to say - nope, not ready to die just yet. I know there are folks who do not like coyotes, but I happen to like them, and this one reminded me of a little jackal from South Africa. I am glad he crossed the freeway safely (and that I did not kill myself slamming on the brakes).

At one stop in Arizona the red rock was carved by the eons into beautiful waves and jutting pointed edges. Atop the flattish parts were life sized animals, anchored with cables, to the rocks - it was quite impressive and I shall insert some photos here at some point. The animals made it all so appropriate for some reason.

I looked through all the damp states for a cardinal. Not one was to be seen by me. I am sure they knew I was coming and they all hid. There are just a few wild creatures I really want to see in the wild: a mountain lion; a bear; a wolf and a cardinal. My list used to have a moose but then in Idaho I saw a moose cow from about three miles away so I guess that one no longer counts as needing to be seen.

The motels we stayed in were expensive (I guess the days of a Motel Six actually charging six dollars per night is something that is now read only in the history books). However, some of the motels wanted ethernet cables to use their internet, or they wanted $2.99 to log on for 24 hours. Thus, we did not keep up with the blog.

A long story shortened

2008-07-07T19:53:00.000-07:00

We did leave NC on Wednesday at about noon-ish. The truck handled like a pig - for want of a better description - and I happen to like pigs. I drove the huge - heavily laden Penske truck with Makeetah riding shotgun, and Caren drove the Tahoe with three of the dogs for company. I could no more pass a slower vehicle than I could fly and it was very frustrating to have a vehicle with absolutely no oomph - it was not till the next day when I asked Tabitha about it that we found out it had a governor on it - if only I had know how to disconnect it, but alas, I am mechanically challenged.

Our first night out, we landed up in Forrest City, Arkansas, and crawled into bed around midnight after feeding and walking the dogs. Up early - well Caren was - I slept till she lit the bomb that wakes me up - I am a very heavy sleeper and I am not a morning person unless a horse is waiting saddled at the door for me.

Thursday was almost uneventful until a semi blew a tyre right in front of me - I thought Makeetah was going to go through the roof - bits of tyre and metal showered the front of the Penske. I have been told that the force of those tyres blowing can decapitate a motorbike rider!!

We quickly remembered our out-of-California- driving manners. Approach an on-ramp and you merge over before you reach the ramp - it was quite a shock arriving back in CA and nearly killing ourselves trying to do the same courtesy driving - does not work here!!

Onward west we drove and our second night was spent in Amarillo, Texas. I had so hoped to be able to connect with Roy Hughes and Bonney Williams, but we just could not get there. We were filling the Penske three times a day at about $150 each tank. The Tahoe took somewhat less as the tank was not as large. The driving was hard as we really wanted to get back to CA.

At one point at a gas stop the one Dobe slipped his collar - my worst nightmare!! We were fortunate in that, after circling around us - he did not know us from Adam - he came back to be with his sister and the other dogs. It was at this stop that Makeetah must have picked up something to eat and was sick for the next two days - throwing up in the truck, at the hotel, on the seat - poor dog was miserable - so was I, cleaning it all up!

It was hot, hot and still hot. The truck was too noisy to have the radio on and the Ipod full of my favourite music was useless due to the same engine/diesel noise. Luckily I was driving alone as I sang to Makeetah a lot. We all kept in touch by phone so we at least did not go too crazy with no one to talk to.

Tabitha had left with the horses and the second truck a few hours after we had been on the road. She drove much slower so ended up being about four days behind us.

More later....

Almost in California

2008-06-27T23:39:00.000-07:00

Once I get home, I will post the events that led up to us being in Kingman, AZ tonight. Hopefully we will all be home tomorrow night. Tabby and the horses and some of the dogs are still way behind us. Of the dogs we have: Flynn, Lacey (both Dobes) and Sally the walker hound - well, none of them are spayed or neutered and Sally at the age of roughly 12 came into heat yesterday morning.

I did find out that Penske has a governor on the truck I am driving and I cannot go a bit over 70 mph. I usually drive fast and this is killing me :) The truck is fairly new but obviously has issues - going up any hill is done at about 40 mph as the poor old truck loses steam - even though cruise control is on - We are hoping to leave early in the morning so this is it for now

Elizabeth

PS - Makeetah has been a dream to travel with - :)

North Carolina

2008-06-24T21:09:00.001-07:00

To make a long story short, I was bumped off the one flight, Caren and Pete arrived, we rented a car to get us all home again, then drove straight back to the airport to catch the 6 am flight I had been bumped to - we slept from Utah to Missouri - Makeetah was fairly comfortable in the bulkhead area - the flight was uneventful to Atlanta and Makeetah behaved very well - from Atlanta to Asheville she had to be crammed under the seat as they had no provisions - accommodations - or interest in having a dog on board. She was squooshed badly but handled it well. Arrived about 4 pm

Spent today renting the big yellow trucks, and found that nothing had really been packed so we spent more than 12 hours packing up a house of stuff that had not been sorted or boxed. We are exhausted, were hungry till we came back to the motel and found Burger King was still open!! Hooray - food. So one truck is fully loaded, we started on the second truck but it got too dark to finish. There are the dogs to load - the horses to see to and the barn to clear out of hay and arena panels. However, as I need to be back at work as does Caren we plan to take the dogs, Makeetah, the Tahoe and one moving truck and start back tomorrow morning at about 9.

I have decided to adopt the Japanese style of living arrangements. I shall have a futon, a straw mat on the floor and one low table - will sell everything else - will never move again - to be continued ......

Off to the airport - maybe.......

2008-06-22T19:24:00.000-07:00

Well - all things well planned often have an almost insurmountable glitch in them - usually toward the last minute......

All is packed, all arrangements in place - then I tried to print out boarding passes and again after speaking to several folks in India found that due to the dog travelling with me I cannot print out the passes - okay - so no problem - I can deal with that - will get to the airport with plenty of time. Have to hand the Chessies and the truck over to Pete and then will race to the counter - no problem - I can handle almost anything - right?

Mmm - well I then get a call - with just a few hours to go - Pete and Caren are stranded in Acapulco - nice place to be stranded in.... however, the storms are such that they are not getting out of there any time soon.

What to do? try to get a later flight - gosh I really do not want to deal with the support staff at Delta again - it is very frustrating, but I call and the options are expensive - another $800 to have the flight changed. Call back and forth to Mexico and NC.

Finally I decide to hitch a ride with my son to the airport and catch the flight out. Luckily he was okay with picking me up later. All the dogs will be okay here for the night - my folks will feed them in the morning if C&P do not get here till sometime tomorrow. Their truck is already packed and ready to go - all is well - sort of - we are again down a driver now. Will worry about that in NC. Maybe Caren can get a later flight or get herself rerouted to NC instead of San Francisco - this is the beginning of a trek that even the Boers would find interesting!! Next post will be "we are on our way" - I hope :)

AB1634 - again

2008-06-20T07:34:00.000-07:00

Please continue to help stop this bill - it has come back in a new and more formidable format. The new bill is much more anti-pet than the last AB1634. Please read the small print. Below are two links - cut and paste if you cannot grab the entire address - please read and help stop this insanity

http://www.leginfo.ca.gov/pub/07-08/bill/asm/ab_1601-1650/ab_1634_bill_20080618_amended_sen_v91.pdf

http://www.leginfo.ca.gov/cgi-bin/postquery?bill_number=ab_1634&sess=CUR&house=B&author=levine

Elizabeth

Confirming the flight.....

2008-06-17T20:20:00.000-07:00

I came home from work early today and found a confirmation e-mail about the flight - there was no mention of the dog. I called the airline....."'ello, 'ello" - the voice was rather tinny in my ear so I said I am calling to confirm a flight and all I hear is "'ello, 'ello". After this goes on for a minute or two we decide that he can hear me - I ask where he is located - India this time. Gosh - I have talked to Manila, Jamaica and now India - just to get a flight to North Carolina!!!

Okay - he can hear me sort of and I tell him why I am calling - I get more "ello"s and he asks for the confirmation number. I give that to him and ask about the dog. He puts me on hold again. He comes back on the phone and asks for the number again - I spell it out to him using the Alpha, Bravo codes. He asks yet again, so now I use the animal codes, A is for anteater, B is for bison etc. The next time he asks, I use fruit and finally I regain some brains and ask to speak to someone at San Francisco airport. After 12 minutes he comes back on the line to say he cannot help me but would now transfer me to someone who will be better able to help me.

Minutes go by, I am almost seething now and then a very nice voice says Hi, my name is Sandy how may I help you - I ask "Where are you located?" and she laughs and says Georgia - I thank the powers that be - she can not only speak English - she can understand it too. So I tell her my sorry tale of woe.

She says not to worry let's see what they have here - oh, she says brightly - and in English - I see you have a psychological problem - gulp! goes me - really? - but I brightly say: "Don't we all?" She says well they have here that you have a mental problem that requires a support dog that you will carry in a bag on your shoulder. I kindly tell her that there is no way this side of the warm place that I can stuff Makeetah in a bag and put it on my shoulder - she is 75 pounds and by the way, nope, I have not yet been certified to have any mental issues. Sandy (whose name has been changed to protect the helpful), laughs, and suggests we start from scratch. We finally get it all sorted out, I now have the flight not only confirmed but the seating arrangement for Makeetah is not only reserved but I can download and print all the errors that we "fixed" in the hour and a half this phone call took to complete. Ahh, the joys of travel....

Booking our flight....

2008-06-17T20:01:00.000-07:00

About a month agao, after finding the flight I wanted, at the price I thought was reasonable, I booked the flight to North Carolina. After making the reservation and paying for it on-line, I found I could not advise the airline that I would be taking a service dog with me in the cabin. So, I called the company.

I tried to explain why I was calling, but it was almost impossible to get my information across. I asked where the person to whom I was speaking, was located - Manila. Okay - could I talk to some one at the airline in the USA, I asked. I was told to hold on while I was connected.

A nice lady came on the line but again, there was a language barrier in place. I tried to explain why I had called - regarding the service dog on the flight I was taking. I was told that that was okay, it would be noted that I was taking a dog on board. I read her the instructions on-line and asked her to tell me what paperwork I needed to show the airline as the on-line site did not specify. She asked what type of service dog I had and was I blind. Nope, says I, I am reading to you from the web site - definitely not blind. She asked if I was deaf, nope again, as I am actually talking on the telephone and not through a TTY.

I asked where she was located - Jamaica. Nice weather? I ask. In turn she tells me to take the doctor who originally "ordered" the service dog, to the airport with me so that "the doctor (could) validate that this dog was the one he ordered and give the reason for his original order". I asked if I could simply take the paper work instead but she was adamant that I needed to take the doctor. Okay - we are off to a great start here and I think I shall call back closer to the time we are going to travel to make sure Makeetah is listed as being in the cabin.

An upcoming road trip

2008-06-15T20:18:00.000-07:00

The next two weeks will be hectic and this post is to try out this blog so that we can use it as an update for a trip to NC and back.

My friends Caren and Pete left to go to Cancun for their wedding anniversary today. They left behind four Chessies for me to watch and their Denali (well it *is* a fun vehicle to drive). They return at 10:30 on June 22. I will drive the dogs to the airport and hand them over to Pete, who will then drive his vehicle and his dogs home to the foothills. Then after having grabbed the baggage and Makeetah, Caren and I will then board a red-eye flight to NC at midnight. We arrive in Asheville, NC, at noon the following day.

The next 24 hours will be filled with checking my daughter's packed trucks - two 26 footers from a rental company, a Tahoe, a Toyota 4x4 and a pickup truck which will be hauling the three-horse trailer.

The convoy will be comprised of two Friesian horses, four Dobermans, two - or maybe three cats, a household and a full barn - and of course Makeetah.

Our plan is to travel along I-40 back to CA. I would love to stop in Texas to meet Roy Hughes and his family and of course see the rescue ranch. However, there will be four drivers, two vehicles pullings trailers (one for the horses and one for the Toyota) and timing is going to be interesting. The furthest I have ever hauled horses was about 1000 miles. This is going to be one long trip!

I hope we are all prepared, first aid kit, maps, GPS, cell phones and chargers, cameras and chargers, clothes, paperwork for Makeetah to travel in the cabin with us, AAA card and laptop.

So this is our first test road trip post....

The week in retrospect

2008-04-17T19:59:00.000-07:00

I get on my soap box daily about spaying and neutering, pet responsibility, pet ownership, where to buy a companion dog, why NOT to buy from a pet store or an on-line seller. I also get on my soap box about microchipping, vaccines, diet and general care for one's dog. To be fair I also do this for cats, but I am a dog person, so I tend to talk more to the dog people than cat people.

It irritates me to the point of apoplexy to see how many folks treat their pets. One dog ate chocolate the day before valentine's day, a couple of bags of Dove chocolates, a couple of bags of kisses, two boxes of Whitman's samplers and who knows what else. On Valentine's day we saw the dog at the hospital where I work and induced vomiting (even though it had been more than 24 hours). Up came entire stomach loads of candy. Bright red wrappers, pink wrappers, silver wrappers all with the chocolate still inside the wrappers! A lot of the chocolate had of course been digested, but there was so much in this dog's gut that we were all amazed. Why did the owner not take the dog to the vet immediately it was discovered to have eaten the chocolate? Irresponsible ownership is one of my pet peeves. That poor dog suffered for a few days at the emergency room on IVs - after he had been treated by us, he spent his nights at the EC and came back to us in the mornings. He went through seizures and he suffered with pancreatitis. He did make a full recovery - but at what cost to him physically and also a huge cost to his owner's pocket.

A valuable and expensive lesson learned - keep your dogs away from chocolate.

My first blog

2008-04-16T19:40:00.000-07:00

Ridged or ridgeless, unwanted now by those who wanted me in ignorance.

I wrote the above in the early 1990's, when I first began to rescue these dogs.The words hold true to this day.There are so many unwanted dogs who began their lives in homes full of love and kindness. As they grew, so the dogs often became a burden and were then given up for one reason or another.

I hope others will read and join me in discussions of whatever the day brings. I have begun this blog not only for the dogs I love but also as a way to send out my thoughts, my reminisces as well as wishes for the future.