They Say Love is Blind...Meet Hope!

Hope on an adventure at Home Depot

Meet Hope, a gorgeously unique American Staffordshire Terrier mix available for adoption through Fred's Friends Rescue. At one year old, Hope is fully grown at 38 pounds. She's a nice pocket-sized Staffie. She came into animal control back in March as a stray found wandering the streets. See those big, clear, green eyes? They don't work. At all. Turns out, Hope is blind as a bat. She seems to have been born that way. She also has a severe heart condition, pulmonic stenosis, that requires daily medication. Her cardiologist said that with the severity of her condition, Hope may live up to two years or she may live a full life. In other words, who knows. Given her blindness and heart condition, Fred's Friends suspects she is a product of bad breeding. Oddly enough, being blind (and thus relatively slow-going) sort of works in her favor with regard to keeping her heart from exploding. 

Hope on her favorite bed

Fred's Friends reached out to us about taking Hope when her previous foster family had to move suddenly. We're good friends with one of their volunteers who knew we'd fostered a blind dog (Buck) before and she thought we'd be a good fit for Hope. Special needs dogs hold a special place in our hearts - it's how we started fostering and it's what we enjoy most. We've gotten away from that for quite some time now, so it's nice to do a special needs case again. So, Hope moved in with us last Sunday.

We have a lot of stairs in our house and they have a lot of twists and turns. Hope learned how to go up the stairs on her first day here, no problem. Going downstairs proved to be a bit trickier, but she got the hang of that on day three. Now she goes up and down without any difficulty for every potty break, every meal, and every time she decides to follow us up or down. Just like with Buck, she'll run into something if it's moved out of place. That's to be expected and it just makes us keep things tidier; we are diligent about pushing our chairs in and not leaving things out in the middle of the floor. She knows where all the dog beds are around the house, where the water bowl is, where the stairs are, and where the gates are that block off the stairs. She also knows where the toy basket is and enjoys rooting through it on a regular basis. Hope loves her toys! She piles them up on her dog bed so she doesn't misplace them. Every now and then she'll forget where she put one or another dog will move one and she gets confused about it. It's entertaining. You can practically see the, "Hey, that's not where I left you!" look cross her face when she stumbles over a rogue toy. She likes squeakers, but she also likes bouncy toys because she can hear where they go as they bounce across the wood floor. She loves going for walks, too. We usually take her for a 1-2 mile walk each day, sometimes twice per day. She does well on leash and enjoys the fresh air. Other things Hope loves: cuddles, treats, antlers, meal time, naps, and her people. Emphasis on naps though. She really loves naps.

Who you callin' a goofball?

So yeah, Hope is a pretty easy dog. She's quite mellow and really isn't any different than a "normal" dog with sight. Sure, she'll get spooked by strange or loud noises every now and then and she may run into stuff in new environments, but that's pretty much it. Her blindness doesn't get in her way much at all. She gets really excited when she "finds" us around the house and likes to celebrate by licking the backs of our legs. She likes that our two foster Chihuahuas wear cat collars that have bells on them, so she knows where they are at all times. She goes potty in the yard just like everyone else and abides by "big dog" rules (no couch, no human bed). She knows "sit" and understands "step" for curbs and stairs. She knows what "leave it" means and is learning how to apply it. She has free roam of the house when we're away, along with our two old guys, and does just fine. She's not a troublemaker and she's not a barker. She does make this really cool wookie noise when she wants something! It's sort of her signature yodel. She does it when she wants to play, wants attention, wants to go for a walk, wants to eat, or just wants to be a goofball. It's pretty fantastic. Check out her video and get to hear her wookie yodel for yourself:

Having a blind dog isn't necessarily a greater challenge than having a sighted dog. It's more of an exercise in patience and compassion. It forces you to slow down and consider things more carefully from the dog's perspective. Hope is a great dog. She just needs someone who will treat her like a normal dog and not coddle her excessively because of her disabilities. If an adopter can understand that, they'll get a fantastic companion in return. In our house, all dogs are given boundaries, structure, and equal love. Hope is expected to toe the line just like all the rest and she does. With so many dogs around, newbies figure out their place pretty quickly. Hope needed some extra help learning the ropes up front, but now she's got it down pat. She seems pretty darned happy about it, too. We're sure happy to have her around! Hope is a gem and it is a pleasure to have her as part of our pack for a while. If you'd like to fill out an adoption application for Hope, please follow this link: http://www.fredsfriends.org/adoption-application.html

PUPDATE: Hope was adopted on October 21, 2015 by a wonderful couple! Her new mama works in child development with special needs children, so she was very ready to accept Hope's variety of challenges. Her words: "I work with special needs kids. This shouldn't be much different and if it is, I'm used to a good challenge!". Things were a bit rocky after several months for Hope when the couple learned they had a baby on the way, but they stayed true to their pledge to stand by Hope's side, challenges included, and found ways to make things work for their growing family. We are happy for Hope...she's a special girl who so deserves a loving family!

Ziggy: A Designer Dog in Need of Rescue

I got a call from St. Francis Animal Protection Society one afternoon, saying that they could use my help figuring out a quick solution to a sensitive case. After a couple phone calls and some speed dial networking, I was on standby to receive another foster dog under Jake's Wish Dog Rescue. Without sharing details, here's Ziggy's story. It's a great example of rescue networking and folks working together for animal welfare.

Ziggy came to us from a domestic violence situation. Although Ziggy was never harmed, his human mom had to flee her home and leave him behind. She bravely had a family member reach out to St. Francis APS and put together a plan for Ziggy's rescue. It took almost three weeks to get Ziggy out of his home and into foster with us, and once it happened it was very sudden. I had about an hour's notice before Ziggy was dropped off at my work in his crate, confused and stressed. 2 years old, 15 pounds, unaltered, full of fleas, overgrown nails, and eating grocery store food. Sigh.

This is his "I'm fancy" pose

Oh yeah, Ziggy happens to be a papered Designer Dog! He's a Pugillon - his sire was a Pug and his dam a Papillon. I wish I could share their full names because they're hilarious, but I'm afraid that might shed light on identities. I gave Ziggy a new name along with his fresh start in life. His old name was nowhere near as great as his parents', anyhow. Ziggy is a registered AKC Hybrid. In other words, he fancy. That underbite, that curled tail, that smushed face? Somebody paid big bucks for that mess. I'll admit - part of me took a small thrill in neutering a "designer dog". Hah. So here's this fancy pants breeder dog who came to me in worse shape than a lot of stray mutts I pull from the shelter. Frustrating.

We had some serious work to do with this little dog. He was very loved by his people, but I think when your husband is beating the crap out of you, bathing and training and caring for the dog takes a bit of a backseat. Ziggy was infested with fleas and had a terrible skin infection from scratching constantly. He was absolutely miserable. He also had crazy separation anxiety, no doubt as a result of being in a turbulent home environment for some time and now suddenly ripped away from his people. Barely a moment went by without Ziggy shrieking at the top of his lungs. I couldn't even shut the bathroom door without him losing his mind. The fact that we didn't receive any complaints from neighbors that first week is nothing short of a miracle sent from the dog gods. So, we got to work setting strict boundaries and teaching Ziggy proper manners. He needed to learn his place and figure out what it meant to be in a stable home where rules apply to everyone.

a structured Ziggy = a happy Ziggy

Our second week with Ziggy was much better. He'd gotten neutered and seemed to feel more confident around the house with us. He slept nicely in his crate next to our bed and no longer had a panic attack if I disappeared around the corner for a moment. He picked out some favorite toys and learned which of the dogs in our house enjoyed playing with him. He also learned which dogs didn't enjoy playing with him, which was an important lesson for him to grasp. I grew pretty darn fond of Ziggy while we had him, despite his neuroses. Someone else saw past the quirks and fell in love with his crazy mug...Ziggy was adopted after two weeks with us!

So, rescue isn't restricted to mutts in need. All breeds of dogs end up in shelters, sadly, and/or in need of rescue assistance from time to time. Looking for a specific breed? Get in touch with a local rescue group. They can help do some of the legwork for you. Obviously, we don't get Pugillons in the shelter every day, but as long as you have patience you will find what you're looking for. Hardly a week goes by where I don't see a Golden Retriever or a Boston Terrier or a ShihPoo or a Maltipoo stuck in the shelter. Hard knocks don't discriminate. Ziggy can tell you that firsthand, although he luckily avoided having to go to the shelter. Cheers to Jake's Wish & St. Francis APS for saving a life together!

Sunny & Sandy: Two Peas in a Pod

Sunny and Sandy are an adorable pair of tiny Chis who came to us as part of a foster trade. In an attempt to place Peppercorn in a more suitable environment, we exchanged him for these two little critters. Foster swapping, though emotionally difficult, is sometimes a really helpful thing to do. Peppercorn was no longer thriving with us and needed a quieter environment. Sandy & Sunny needed a bit more socialization. So, TA-DA! Foster swap.

Sunny and Sandy have an interesting story. A good samaritan witnessed somebody abandoning four Chihuahuas: Sandy, Sunny, and their two longhaired Chi friends (Surf and Cali). Instead of looking the other way, she scooped all four of them up and brought them to the San Jose shelter. I was at the shelter with Jake's Wish Dog Rescue when they came in for processing. They were so cute and sweet, despite being hitched to the wall and getting their intake photos taken. We knew we had to take them! One of the four - Surf - got adopted out by the shelter, but we took the remaining three under Jake's Wish. It turns out Cali was pregnant and had three teeny tiny Chihuahua puppies the night before we got them out of the shelter. She and her pups went into their own foster home. Mama Cali has since been adopted and her babies, Rio, Zelda, and Cruz, are now available for adoption through Jake's Wish. Meanwhile, Sandy and Sunny switched from their original foster home to come live with us until they're adopted so that Peppercorn can have a better foster experience. Whew, what a story!

Hanging out an adoption event

Sunny is a total lovebug. His teeny little face is just absolutely adorable! He weighs just about 3 pounds and is maybe 2 years old. Sandy is maybe 3 years old and about 6 pounds. She's shy at first, but boy does she love to play once she feels comfortable! The two of them together are really a hoot to watch. They keep each other entertained and are constantly by each other's side. Sunny actually passed behavior and health check at the shelter and was on his way into adoptions. Sandy didn't make the cut for adoptions due to her fearfulness at the shelter. I normally don't pull dogs who are already "safe" in the adoption gallery, but the shelter staff was pretty keen on us taking Sunny given that he's another brown Chihuahua (they have SO many of them...). Turns out, Sunny is Sandy's little security blanket. He has helped her come out of her shell so much since I first met these two. They really are two peas in a pod, birds of a feather, yin and yang, a bonded pair. They follow each other everywhere, snuggle together on the couch, sleep in the same crate, and even eat out of the same bowl each meal. I don't know if they're related or mates or what, but it's obvious that they care very much for each other. We're trying to market them as a "twofer" in hopes that they'll get adopted together.

Sunny

Sandy

These two are seriously the easiest Chihuahuas we've ever had. They're so ridiculously sweet and loving - they wouldn't even think of snapping or nipping even if scared. It's crazy how good-tempered they are! Add them together and you don't even have a ten pound dog, so I'm really hoping someone out there sees what a great pair they are and decides to take the plunge for both of them together. These guys would be perfect for pretty much anybody: first time dogs, family dogs, apartment dwellers, elderly folks, home with cats or other dogs or small animals, etc. Sunny is a smidge fragile due to his tininess, so maybe not super young kids, but that's about the only restriction I can come up with. Anybody would really be lucky to have these guys in their family. They're full of love and laughs. We've certainly enjoyed having them! Check out their video below and help us share so that they can find the forever home they deserve.

Flutter, Pinkie, & mama Heather

PUPDATE: Sandy & Sunny got a little doggy brand refresh...we ended up calling them Shrimp & Grits! It seemed to generate a bit more attention from them, but still nothing fruitful in the way of adoption interest. We were stumped - how could it be that no one realized just how special these two little critters were? We had them for 8 months, which is a significant foster period length for us because the only other foster we'd had that long is Oliver, and you all know what happened with Oliver...he's ours. SO, we started to get a bit nervous that we inadvertently turned our three brown dogs into five brown dogs. Then out of the blue, Heather and David came along. I held my breath and tried not to get my hopes up just in case, but it turned out that Heather and David are the absolute perfect family for S&S. They invited us into their home with open arms, eager to learn everything about the two little lives bouncing around their living room. It seemed a solid match. We were cautiously THRILLED.

Is she gonna call?

After our visit, we waited - and waited - and waited for what seemed like an eternity to hear back from Heather with her decision. We waited so long (it felt...only 5 days, but that's pretty long in rescue!) that when my phone finally rang, I was certain it was a rejection call. Much to my astonishment and bittersweet joy, Heather told me that she and David decided they needed my two little brown chis in their lives. I was over the moon and heartbroken all at the same time - you know the drill by now. Yet I wasn't the least bit worried; I knew Heather had a heart full of love, compassion, and gentle understanding and that she would care for my two littles no matter what. 

Driving to our new home!

I asked for a couple days to prepare and when the weekend came, we made the drive over to Los Altos Hills for the delivery. Drew by my side, I held strong and handed them over to their new mom. I knew they'd be cared for like a prince and princess, cherished and pampered but expected to learn a set of rules and toe the line. I knew Heather to be a great mother and a strong woman who would protect them and make sure everything in the environment was safe for them. I knew they would have an absolutely wonderful life full of love and laughter ahead for many years. Despite all of this, I let myself grieve once we got back in the car and drove out of sight. We waved and waved, until we couldn't see them anymore. Their confused little faces wrought with concern blurred as tears welled in my eyes and threatened to pour. Shrimp gave me that face of his - that tiny little face - and I let go. These two dogs will always hold a most special place in my heart, right there with Herman from a full year before. We went to dinner and I placed a new patch on my freshly broken heart, now cracked and stitched back together more times than I can count.

I am so incredibly lucky that Shrimp & Grits wound up with Heather and David. They've had us back into their home a couple times post-adoption to visit. Shrimp had to have a horrible partial penectomy surgery (look it up if you dare) and had a truly terrible recovery through which we offered what little support we could for Heather as she "mama beared" her way through the difficulties. We brought her lunch on her birthday and sat at the table like a family while Shrimp lay in his crate with the tiniest e-collar I've ever seen in life. I brought them teeny tiny freeze dried shrimp cat treats and got to feed him gently. He was upset that he couldn't sit in our laps or run around and play, but he was doing much better. After a full recovery, Heather built Shrimp & Grits (now Flutter and Pinkie, respectively, after David's favorite TV show) an enclosed lounge space in the yard so that they could sun safely without the worry of large birds picking them up. Needless to say, they live like royalty and they are so tremendously loved! I couldn't ask for anything more for them. Flutter & Pinkie are home forever and I am so grateful to Heather and David for everything. Now that we're on the other side of things, this one seems more open-ended than most adoptions I've done. Perhaps it's because Heather's so great about staying in touch, perhaps it's because we got to visit them afterward, perhaps I just feel that good about it. I'm not sure, but whatever the reason, I'm very thankful.