Remembering Barkley

Some very sad news to share - we learned of our first foster loss yesterday. Barkley (aka Benji), our second foster dog, got away from his dog walker Saturday and ran into traffic. He didn't make it. His mom, Susan, is absolutely devastated by the horrible loss of her best friend. Barkley had a wonderful two years with her - adventures at the beach, trips to the snow, hikes, dog parks, epic Halloween costumes, and SO much love. He was an only child, the apple of his mom's eye, and her constant companion. That's what we have to focus on: all the good things this dog experienced because of his rescue and adoption.

We have a lot of foster dogs out there living their forever lives, so it's sort of inevitable that we get this type of news at some point. I just didn't expect it to be Barkley. He was maybe a year old when we pulled him from the shelter, so he'd be around 3-4 years old now. It's heartbreaking to think of his life being stolen like this, but it's comforting to think of how much he is missed. This little unwanted dog who was so shy and shutdown in the shelter went from a life of the unknown to a life of love and joy. Barkley brought us so much joy during the month we fostered him and I know his mom feels the same way about their time together. I just wish it could have been 12 years together instead of 2. Regardless, knowing that he got to have this amazing life full of love is what we all must remember. Susan - you rescued a dog who deserved your love and you'd have given him the moon if you could have. Thank you so much, from the bottom of our hearts, for loving Benji. We are so sorry it ends this way, but eternally grateful that it ever even began in the first place.

Introducing Cheddar: Say Cheese!

Me & Cheddar at the shelter

Meet Mr. Cheddar Cheese Man! He's a 2ish year old Red Tailed Firefox PapiPom (that's a Papillon / Pomeranian mix for you newbs). Cheddar has a double sided backstory. He originally came into the San Jose shelter as a stray back in January. He made his way into adoptions with his cute looks and sweet demeanor. Things were looking up for Cheddar, until his 88 year old adopter realized she couldn't keep up with his energy and acknowledged the danger of her tripping and falling over Cheddar. So, Cheddar found himself back at the shelter, this time as an owner surrender. Unfortunately, he didn't pass his behavioral evaluation this go around. Instead of the happy go lucky red dog they'd seen the first time, Cheddar was tense and nervous. He didn't make it into adoptions and found himself on the needs rescue list with a date on his head. You know how this story goes - I went in to do assessments and fell in love with Cheddar when he crawled into my lap. I always feel kind of bad taking an easy foster, but he was out of time and ready to roll. So, we rolled.

Cheddar is a nut. He runs around the house like a tasmanian devil. He thinks it's great fun to leap onto my lap and smother me with kisses until I can't breathe anymore. Also ears. He thinks ears taste delicious. He's a pretty intense little critter when it comes to affection, but he's so quiet it sort of balances out. We've had him for almost a week now and still haven't heard him bark once. He might whine occasionally or give a little "play with me" whimper, but no barking. He just smiles. All the time. That's how we settled on the name Cheddar, because he's always cheesin'.

Say cheese!

Even though our three guys are old geezers who don't really care to play much, Oliver is a good sport when Cheddar ambushes him. He tolerates Cheddar jumping up and down on him, chewing on his neck fat, chomping at his ankles, and licking his face trying to rile him up. Once in a while Oliver will give in and romp with him for a few, but usually he just stands there until Cheddar gives up and moves on to the next best thing. He's definitely a young dog who would really like some kids or another playful pup to wear him out throughout the day.

Although Cheddar didn't really need us per say, he needed out. The shelter was so tight on small dog space that week that I couldn't very well leave him behind, fully vetted and ready for adoption. So he's crashing with us for a while. I'm sure he'll get adopted super fast. He's a pretty easy little guy and would make a great first dog, apartment dog, kids' dog, multi-dog family dog, etc. I'm just glad he gets a third chance. That's all for now - stay tuned to hear how things turn out for Cheddar!

Gotta Get That Boom Boom Boom!

I went to the shelter to do some routine assessments one night in November. Lo and behold, 

there sat a gorgeous male Boston Terrier in one of the kennels. He was wearing a urine soaked red and white striped sweater, sitting there staring up at me with that same dorky expression all Bostons wear. His face looked like, "I don't know how I got here, but boy I'm sure glad I've still got my stinky sweater!". I had to get this doofus out, stat. I grew up with Bostons and this one looked just like my family's Buster, who passed away the previous Christmas. We named him Boomer, because all Bostons must have names that start with the letter "B". He was someone's dog, but no one ever came looking for him. Just goes to show it can happen to anybody.

It's always exciting when you find a highly desirable purebred dog in animal control, in a very annoying and sad kind of way. You can expect to be absolutely flooded with applications for a Boston Terrier, a Poodle, a French Bulldog, a Havipoo, a Labradoodle, [insert any designer dog you can think of here]. That's all fine and dandy, except that the perfectly behaved mutt who has been waiting for a home for months hasn't gotten a single decent application while the naughty Boston has gotten 30 in 48 hours. Just sort of peeves me. BUT, it is awesome to show people that you DO find purebred dogs in shelters and you don't have to purchase from a breeder or puppy store. It's also insanely helpful for the rescue group to draw the kind of attention that comes along with a purebred dog. Now people know to look at Group X in the future, because they had that desirable dog you were looking for in the past. My biggest thing is raising awareness that it's not all Chihuahuas, Pit Bulls, and mutts in animal control. A lot of people still don't realize that and Boomer was a perfect chance to remind everyone.

Boomer hanging out at Drake's Brewery

True to Boston form, Boomer was a naughty, rambunctious, food-shoveling, farting, humping, snoring, disaster of a dog. Needless to say, he and Douille got along great. They were Cheech & Chong, two peas in a pod, Dumb & Dumber. They spent 20 hours a day humping and chasing each other, leaving a whirlwind of annoyance in their wake. Boomer was a nice little dog, but boy he needed to get adopted ASAP. In addition to making our household a nut farm for the week we had him, Drew turned out to be allergic to him. He couldn't touch him without breaking out in hives. Fortunately, Boomer got adopted after a short week by the perfect family who had just lost their elderly Boston a few months prior. He now lives with his mom, dad, and two young human siblings who keep him busy around the clock. All it took was word of mouth and a few pictures of that silly Boston face to find Boomer the perfect match. I wish it was that easy for every homeless dog.

Pupdate on Buck: Complications

Let's start with the good news: Buck had a wonderful photo shoot done with the fantastic Renee Scott a couple weeks ago! Renee did a fabulous job capturing Buck's handsome features and personality, as she always does. Just look at how gorgeous our sweet old man looks! I always have such a hard time waiting to receive Renee's photos after our portrait sessions, but man I was SO excited to get Buck's pictures I almost couldn't stand it! As usual, the photos were well worth the wait. Renee outdid herself!

Now for the bad news: poor Buck is blind again, permanently. Last week, roughly three weeks after his cataract surgery, Buck began bumping into things and getting confused again. His retina in the right eye detached. Within 48 hours, Buck lost all sight. Although we could pursue retinal surgery to have a scleral buckle placed, we have decided to forgo any further surgeries and focus on Buck's comfort level instead. The retinal repair surgery is very complex, more expensive than the cataract surgery, and only carries about a 50% success rate. St. Francis, Drew, Dr. Burling, and I all think it's in Buck's best interest to just put together a management plan at this point. He is very uncomfortable in that right eye, but Dr. Burling isn't sure why. We are trying a few more tactics here for the next week: continuing his intensive eye drop regimen, adding oral prednisone, and hoping the steroid injection Dr. Burling gave him helps relieve the inflammation. If after this week Buck's right eye remains inflamed and painful, we will sit down with Dr. Burling and discuss our options. Yes, there is a chance that Buck's eye will have to be removed. No eye is better than a painful eye! Having said that, we will consider all viable alternatives before taking that route.

We want you all to know that we've got Buck's comfort and happiness at the very top of our priority list. He's technically available for adoption so that we can begin garnering interest and reviewing applications, but we will not let him leave us before we are confident that he's in good shape. Dr. Burling is committed to restoring his comfort, as are we. Although it's devastating after all Buck's been through, vision is no longer a goal. We just want him to feel good. As you can see in the picture to the right, Buck does his best to keep his head held high and enjoy life. Thanks to everyone for your support. Paws crossed for our sweet Buckle!

Pupdate: Moving Forward with Buck's Cataract Surgery

Whew, sorry for all the dead-air time on this blog recently! We've been going 100 miles per hour with rescue around the clock it seems. I know many of you probably already know the latest report on Buck through his Facebook page, but I want to share it here as well.

Uncle Buckle had his ERG at the eye specialist last week. We received both good and bad news from it. The bad news is that the left eye, which houses the older cataract, experienced retinal detachment at some point. This means that there is no hope for Buck to regain sight in that eye, with or without cataract removal surgery. Thus, we will not do the surgery on that eye and will instead manage the inflammation caused by the cataract with prescription drops. Now for the good news: Buck's right eye passed the ERG and is a perfect candidate for cataract surgery! He is scheduled to go under the knife next Tuesday, June 17, and will regain all vision in that eye. Hurray!

I know it's a bummer that we can't salvage the left eye, but hey - one eye is way better than none! Although St. Francis is willing to pay whatever it takes to give Buck the gift of sight, only doing one eye will reduce our bill by a good bit. That's not what we're focused on here, but it's a silver lining for sure.

St. Francis is doing pretty well raising funds to cover Buck's eye care. We've applied for a grant through the Doris Day Foundation. We've received a good amount of private donations from folks via Facebook, adoption events, and the St. Francis website. We've got $500 in GAP funds pledged from the San Jose shelter where Buck came from and the eye specialist is giving us a 30% rescue discount on his procedures. Without the rescue discount, Buck's diagnostics and surgery would cost roughly $5,500. We are still hoping to raise a total of $4,000 to cover follow-up visits and prescriptions. Although only fixing the one eye does reduce the surgery cost, it doesn't knock off quite as much as you might think. We're still paying for the vet's time and expertise, the use of the hospital's highly specialized equipment, a full day hospitalization, and slightly less anesthesia than we'd need for two eyes. The major difference is that we're only paying for one artificial lens implant, which knocks about $500-700 off the bill. So that's the state of Buck's financials for those of you who are curious. He's very fortunate to have St. Francis's and his followers' support. Last time I posted we didn't have a designated sponsorship page set up for Buck yet. We do now! If you'd like to do a one-time donation or a recurring sponsorship, please click this link to visit Buck's page: http://stfrancisanimal.rescuegroups.org/animals/sponsor_this_pet?AnimalID=6895219

In other Buck-related news, he's been doing great overall. He's got some itchy allergies and minor tummy issues going on that we're working to resolve. No biggie - just the normal stuff for an old man! Buck attended several adoption events over the last couple weeks. He's not available yet, but he really enjoys car rides, walks, and outings in general. One of his favorite outings is going to the food trucks at Willow Glen Movable Feast every Friday evening. He wears his fabulous blue "adopt me" vest and catches everybody's eyes. Check out the video below to see how excited Buck gets when he hears his leash and collar jingle! That signals him that he's about to go for an adventure. Thanks for reading our latest update! Stay tuned to read how Buck's surgery goes next Tuesday...can't wait to share pictures and videos of that tremendous life-changing moment!

Blue Belton Buck: A Setter with Soul to Spare

Drew and I picked up a very special new foster last night from the shelter. Buck is a 9 year

Buck's pitiful shelter intake photo

old, 

purebred, blue belton English Setter. He is blind. Buck's story is really sad: his owners of nine years surrendered him to the shelter as a euthanasia request because he is no longer able to see. Buck is blind due to advanced cataracts in both eyes; had his owners treated the cataracts, he'd still have his sight. Turning him in to die alone in a shelter - and not even having the decency to take him to the family vet for euthanasia if that's what you've decided on - is beyond my comprehension. You don't just discard a living creature like that, right when he needs you the most. I hope nobody's there for these people when they get old. I'm not sorry.

How do you say no to this?

I saw Buck on the "needs rescue" list and I knew I had to meet him. I visited Buck for the first time last Tuesday. It took all of five minutes for me to totally fall in love with him. When we entered the courtyard, Buck seemed pretty spooked as he bumped into walls, fences, chairs, and even knocked over a broom. He didn't respond to whistling or other "come here" noises, so I tried his name. I'm used to dogs not knowing their names at the shelter, but I forgot Buck lived with someone for nine years and of course knew his name. As soon as I said, "Buck!", he stopped stumbling into things, turned around, walked straight up to me, and rested his head on my knee. His expression said, "That's me! Somebody knows me!". I've done a whole lot of rescue, but this is one of the most poignant moments I've experienced so far. My heart just melted. As if that wasn't enough, when I sat down next to Buck a couple minutes later he backed right up into my lap and sat there happily for the rest of our visit.

Of course, St. Francis Animal Protection Society stepped in once again and saved yet another life. Thanks to them, Buck is home with us. Buck got neutered and had a mass removed from his chin yesterday. When he got home with us. Buck met our dogs, explored the backyard, went up and down all the stairs without any major wipeouts (on-leash, for safety), got cleaned up and tucked in for bed. What a day! He did pretty well in the crate overnight. No barking, just a bit of squeaking and stressing. We can work with that. He'd do just fine sleeping on a dog bed outside of the crate, I'm sure, but we have so many stairs that I want to crate him for safety purposes while we're gone until he gets used to them. Ultimately, he'll be able to have free roam with the rest of the pack. He's such a good boy.

Exploring the backyard

Today he's settling in some more. He's totally housebroken - no surprise since he lived with people for almost ten years. He's a little clingy because he can't see where anyone is, so he'll whimper if I walk away and is still afraid to try and follow me. That will improve as he becomes more confident and gets used to this new environment. I don't expect a blind dog to adapt to all the nooks and crannies of a three level townhome overnight. It's definitely not the easiest place to navigate by scent and sound alone. He's doing quite well, all things considered. Check out this video of him conquering the little concrete steps from the garage to the backyard (he's still reaching, but he didn't miss any!):

Plz lady, can I keeps dis rug?

Buck loves the white shag rug in the living room. He's obsessed with rolling on it and rubbing his face all over it. He pretty much thinks it's the best thing we've got. He's content to lie on the rug by my feet while I'm on the couch. We're anxious to get the biopsy results from the mass he had removed yesterday. I'm hoping to hear something by the end of the week. We'll see. We had it taken off because it kept opening up and bleeding. Hopefully it was just a benign old man growth. I'll let you know when we find out.

I called the eye specialist this morning. Buck is going in next Friday, the 16th, for a consultation. The doctor is going to look at his cataracts and see if there's anything we can do for him. He hasn't been blind for long; he lacks developed navigational and coping skills. I'm not too hopeful that removing the cataracts will be able to reverse his blindness at this point, but we'll see what the vet says. I don't know much about eyes, but I'm looking forward to learning a lot. At the very least, we need to know what he's dealing with and if there's anything we can do to help him. His eyes are a bit red right now, but I'm hoping it's just from stress and not irritation. I'm trying to clean his tear stains, but not much luck so far. I've wanted to foster a blind dog for a while now, so I'm happy to help Buck and learn a lot along the way.

It's going to be a while before Buck is available for adoption, but we are happy to have him. He's a wonderful dog: so sweet, gentle, well-behaved, and of course absolutely beautiful. Check out Buck's Facebook page and stay tuned for pupdates as we move forward: https://www.facebook.com/bluebeltonbuck

Pupdate: Lefty's Progress So Far

Wow! Lefty aka Pirate aka Cap'n Jack aka Jack aka Jacky aka Wacky Jacky is doing GREAT. And yes, we are nuts for nicknames around here. Y'all should know that by now. This crazy little bugger...ya can't keep a Boston down! I know that much. Jacky is no exception. Despite having one eye and a broken hip, he is still totally bonkers. I'm sure it's mostly because he's on crate rest, although we do make sure he gets gentle playtime breaks throughout the day. We've also realized he's still a puppy. He's got bright, white, sharp teeth and boatloads of energy. He's completely fearless and doesn't know any speed except full steam ahead. Unfortunately for him, that means his play breaks are cut short before he further hurts himself.

Having said that, I can't deprive the little guy altogether! I'm a sucker and a pushover when it comes to his scruffy little Energizer bunny butt. His favorite thing in life so far is his rope toy. I got him a mini rope that's not long enough to whack himself in the eye if he kill shakes it. He's obsessed. THROW THE ROPE THROW THE ROPE THROW THE ROPE! WHERE'S THE ROPE WHERE'S THE ROPE WHERE'S THE ROPE? I GOT THE ROPE I GOT THE ROPE I GOT THE ROPE! That's pretty much the bulk of Jacky's brain activity. I love it. He just cracks me up. He'd run on that broken leg all day long if I let him. Don't worry, not gonna happen.

The plastic e-collar is pretty much a mechanism of death and destruction. The vet said he can't wear a comfy cone because it would be too easy for him to smash it out of the way and rub his eye against stuff. Consequently, he's stuck in the hard plastic cone of shame. I hate cones. They make everything so much harder on the dog. Too bad, because as PPR's Allie pointed out, wearing a cone is much better than ripping open that eye socket. So don't feel too bad that Jack has to wear the cone. It's keeping him safe. Plus, his eye is looking awesome! It's not swollen or red anymore. Honestly, dogs are made up of Wolverine DNA, I swear. Their healing rate is unbelievable. Paws crossed his FHO recovery is no exception!

Poor Lefty has had quite a time trying to figure out how to fetch despite being confined to an e-collar. At first he just shoveled everything around like a bulldozer. Now he's decided that brute force is the best option. He smashes down on top of his target in an effort to squish the cone to the side so he can just reach whatever he's trying to get (usually the rope). This has resulted in a couple of barrel rolls / near headstands that have about scared the peewally out of me. It's terrifying, heartbreaking, and hilarious all at the same time. Watching him eat is a whole other thing. I had to hand feed him at first. Now he slams his head straight down so the cone completely surrounds the food bowl. He looks like a crash-landed satellite.

Wearing a cone plus only having one eye has really put the ultimate kibosh on Jacky's peripheral vision. He clips corners, crashes into furniture as he walks by, and slams into our legs. The other dogs are terrified of it (he chases them around like a maniac and smashes into them when he tries to get close enough for a good sniff). It slices and bruises our legs when he runs into us (constantly). So, a couple rescue friends suggested I wrap the edges in duct tape. In keeping with his Pirate nickname, I bought skull and crossbones tape and decked out his cone with it. Now Jack's the most stylin' pirate on the block. Probably in the whole city!

I am clean, regal, and SCRUFFY!

Cap'n Jack got a bath today. Boy, did he need it! Not only does he look like a pirate, but he smelled like one too. He was very well behaved in the tub. I could tell he actually enjoyed it. The poor dude just stood there, shut his eyes, and leaned into my hands as I shampooed him. He even let me *very carefully* wipe all the dried blood and dirt away from his face and eyes. He needed that so badly. I took his cone off so I could clean around his neck and ears really well. Gosh he's so much cuter without the cone! I let him keep it off for a few (closely supervised) minutes until he dried. He was SO excited to roll around in the towels and dry off. I'm not sure I've ever seen a dog peacefully enjoy a bath so much. It warmed and broke my heart at the same time. Judging by his behavior and by the color of the tub water, I'd say it had been a very long time since Jacky last had a bath. Bonus: now that he's clean, he's extra mega scrufftacular!

Lefty / Pirate / Cap'n Jack / Jack / Jacky / Wacky Jacky is a really great little dog. We love him to pieces. He is so affectionate, happy go lucky, and goofy. While he's certainly feeling happier and is on the road to recovery, he still has a very long way to go. Please consider donating to help PPR with his medical bills (see link below). Happy New Year, Lefty! I promise it will be SO MUCH BETTER for you than this past year.

http://www.perfectpetsrescue.org/donations-and-how-you-can-help.html

For the Love of Buster

I've got a bit of sadness to share. One of my family dogs, Buster, crossed the rainbow bridge on Christmas Eve. Buster was a nine year old Boston Terrier who belonged chiefly to my younger brother, Max. We had three Bostons growing up: Bandit, Birdie, and Buster. I've already told you all about my Bandit in an earlier post. Birdie is my sister's, although nowadays she's more my mom's since my sister went to college. Anyhow, Birdie and Buster were always very close. She's doing ok, but of course she knows. It helps that my sister brought her dog home for Christmas the day after Buster passed, so Birdie's had a positive distraction.

While we of course love(d) all three dogs, Buster was the sweetest, funniest, most wonderful of the bunch. Everybody loved Buster. He had the smushiest face of everyone, which earned him the nickname "Smush" among others (Smush, Squish, Busty, Bubba, Butt, Buttweed, etc.). Even though I know it's way TMI, I will explain the origin of the Buttweed nickname. **For those of you who'd prefer the mystery, please skip to the next paragraph** Ya see, Buster had a special talent for dingleberries. Translation: he needed his booty wiped every single time he went potty. What's more is that he oftentimes had grass sticking out of his butt afterward. Extra special. Hence, Buttweed. Anyhow, that's the end of the nickname story. Sorry for that, but when a dog passes you've just got to share everything about them with everyone. Even the not so shareable stuff. Never thought I'd be telling the masses about Buster's buttweeds!

Ok, for those of you re-joining us here, let's continue talking about how awesome Buster was. He was so snorty and so squishy. He had a big old head and comparatively tiny ears. He had bones made of rubber and would spend hours on end lying in the sun with his back legs stretched out behind him like a frog. He loved tug o' war. One of his favorite things was to hold onto the rope/tug toy and let my brother swing him around in circles. In their younger years, he and Birdie were best tug buddies. They played for years until Birdie lost her front teeth. Buster never quit. He lived for tug.

Buster was the gentlest dog...we got him when my brother was five years old and he'd let Max do anything to him without protest. I don't think I ever heard that dog growl at anyone. He was just so incredibly mellow and laid back. I've never met another dog quite like him: half clown, half cauliflower.

About four months ago, my family found out that Buster was in congestive heart failure. They did everything they could for him until he was no longer comfortable. Buster spent his last few days in the GA mountains with his family. He was on vacation in a cozy cabin with those who loved him most. On the way home, it became clear he was ready to go. My mom and Max took him to the vet the next day and said their goodbyes. They buried him in the backyard on Christmas morning. My mom says they're planning to plant a tree over his grave. I wasn't there, but I know he's behind his favorite avocado tree lying in the sunshine forever. He would have liked that. It's so strange to think of him being gone; he never outgrew his puppiness.

We love you, Buster. Keep Bandit company for us.

Birdie (left) and Buster (right)

Happy Tail: Cowboy Cody!

My new Mom!

It's official: Cowboy (now Cody) is adopted and settling into his forever home with his wonderful new mom! Drew and I are so grateful to the folks at DeKalb County Animal Services, Friends of DeKalb Animals, See Spot Rescued, and K9dergarten for helping Cowsy find the forever home he deserves. Most of all, we are so happy for his new mom because she adopted the sweetest, most moo-riffic, cow-tastic buddy ever!

Heading home!

Walking into forever

I've got to admit: Cowboy was the best foster we've had so far and he may very well be the best we ever have. He was better behaved than most of our own dogs. He felt like one of our own dogs. Putting him on the FODA bus was hard, for sure, but I didn't struggle with it too badly. Seeing his adoption photos yesterday made it REAL. He's gone. He's not our Cow anymore. He has a new mom and a new home. I cried my eyes out. I thought to myself, how ridiculous am I? Cowboy has an amazing future ahead of him and here I am feeling all sad. I didn't expect this weird emotional response at all. So, I went to sleep and woke up this morning feeling much better knowing that Cowboy slept in a comfy home with someone who truly loves him. I looked at his pictures again and he looks SO happy. I reminded myself that we let him go so we can keep helping more. He wasn't ever really "ours"; we were just a stepping stone on his way to forever. And yeah, coming to grips with that hurts a little bit, sure. But that's ok! It's what we signed up for and it's all worth it to know he is safe, comfortable, happy, and loved. He will always be in our hearts (and on my Facebook news feed, I'm sure!).

Cowboy being goofy at K9dergarten

I made great friends at K9dergarten!

Happy dance in the background

So please enjoy these pictures of Cowboy with his new mommy (posted with her permission) and his time playing happily at K9dergarten leading up to his adoption. And thanks for letting me share my emotional mini-struggle. It always helps to write it out and face it for what it is: another step forward on this awesome journey! Congratulations, Cowboy Cody! May you and your forever mom build the happiest of friendships together! We'll miss you, Moo Man!

If you're in the Jersey City area and are looking for a fantastic doggy daycare, please check out K9dergarten at http://www.k9dergarten.com or on Facebook. These folks took GREAT care of Cowboy Cody and one of our other fosters, Barkley, while they waited for their forever homes. You can see in the pictures just how much fun Cow had hanging out with his K9 buddies every day! Every afternoon at 4:00 sharp, K9dergarten posts an album on Facebook full of pictures of all their daycare pups hanging out. It's an awesome way to see what your pup is up to while you're at work! A special shout out is due to Warren, a K9 staff member who really made sure Cowboy enjoyed every minute of his days at K9. Thanks and PAWS UP for Cowboy Cody's happy tail!