I hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving! I spent Thanksgiving with Kenzie, Bourbon and their human family and I’m delighted to report the Kenzie has had great improvement the past two weeks. She was still most unhappy in her playpen “jail” and after we ate they let her walk around the house a little bit. She saw the vet on Friday, who was pleased with her progress so Carlin took her for a very short walk Friday afternoon. She is one very determined girl. She’s so sweet, she reminds me of ZoeGirl with her leaps of happiness and desire to please. Her days of leaping may be behind her, but she’s still the same sweet Kenzie who wants everyone to be happy.
Joey went back to his foster parents’ home. I really missed him after he left so I contacted his foster mom and told her I wanted him. She told me that my Pawfect Match Rescue application has been approved and I am just waiting to get a date on the fence. Heather has been great allowing me to push out my adoption date. I thought my fence would be installed within 2 weeks or so but I am still waiting on an installation date. I keep my fingers crossed it will be before Christmas. I will save you my rant on fence installers who say one thing to get your business and then tell you something different after they get your deposit. Or those who don’t give you their best price on the first estimate and want to “match” the lowest bid afterward.
Joey is adorable and if anyone had told me that I would ever have a 23 lb. pure bred dog with “miniature” in its name, I’d have said that person was nuts! I adore big, mixed breed dogs, but as I watched Carlin and Mike care for Kenzie (who has to weigh about 60 lbs) I realized I have to have a dog that I can lift. I’m not getting any younger and I figured 35 lbs or so was about my limit. Joey looks bigger than he is because he’s one big fluff ball of fur, but I can lift and carry him with ease. I had no idea from his picture he was a pure bred dog.
Even though Joey is small, he is quite zippy and walks fast. Plus he doesn’t have to sniff every blade of grass before he pees and he’s regular and doesn’t need to walk far before he poops — again without undue ceremonial sniffing of the grass — he just stops and squats. He checks out light poles and fire hydrants, but they are communication depots for dogs (pee-mail, if you will) and he’s even left a few messages of his own in the neighborhood.
Over the next several weeks, I plan on updating the Shoeful of Drool site. Dudley and Zoe were the inspiration for the site and will remain the heart here, but we need a new look for a new furbaby. Here’s wishing everyone a happy and safe holiday season!
“We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.” ~ Immanuel Kant