November 20, 2011

Not the last dog I'd bring home, but close.

You know the old story about the dog stuck between two food dishes? I've been feeling like that for months, immobilized between this blog and my newer birding blog and too busy to do much of anything with either one. Then this dog showed up on Facebook.

She was a little pit bull [rare blue!], she was terribly skinny and suffering from mastitis, she had the sweetest smile, and she needed a foster home. I volunteered.

You know where this is headed, right? Oh, no, you don't.

It turned out that a most excellent rescue group in Utah had decided to take the blue pit bull, so when I arrived at the shelter on the morning of Oct. 22 to pick her up, my buddy C said, "Foster this poor, um, Doberman instead." I'm not even a little bit wild about Dobermans, so I prepared a quick no-can-do speech as we walked down the hall. I needn't have bothered.

A little red pup was standing in the corner, on his last legs. He was in bad shape. C had fixed him a bowl with tempting cheese and other tastiness, but he wouldn't touch it. When I put some canned food on my fingers and offered it to him, he turned his head away. I was enlisted to take him to the vet. Things weren't looking good.

Long story short: I got the green light to take him home a couple hours later. Took "before" photos as per C's instructions.

Aaaand now the very happy "after," wherein we bond, I fail as a foster, and pup gets in touch with his inner zayde. "So then I said to Morrie, I said..." All that's lacking is the upturned paw ;~)

Bark! Bark!

Cute, no? And smart...! You have no idea. Friendly, too. His name is Jasper, for his red color and in honor of a good kid in Five Little Peppers and How They Grew. He met everybody last week. The collies are... tolerant. Smoky is happy. Smoke is showing him the ropes, teaching him about the joy of zoomies, etc.

[It's pouring rain now, and the south forty will soon be muddy green! Yay!]

In case you missed it: this is a Chihuahua mix, people. In my home. A dog that is going to need a sweater. Facepalm. Facepalm. Facepalm.


Note: I have no Dr. Mom skillz to speak of, but man, you should see me set a kitchen timer. Truly impressive. The first day, I fed Jasp a couple teaspoons of food and a dab of Nutri-Cal every hour. Sometimes he'd eat, sometimes not, but the next morning he was eager to chow down, and it was nothing but steady improvement after that. Amazing what a pup can do with food, a little TLC and a warm, quiet place to sleep. As always, thanks to the wonderful folks at our local shelter — you're the best.


YesBiscuit! said...

Lassie, Get a Doberman!

Luisa said...

I am so not a Doberman person. Whatever that means.

I'm calling Jasp a Chi mix, but who knows [shrug]. He's a slightly taller, leggier/whippety-er version of the dog in my new fave vid, which I must post...

Beth said...

Looks more like a pharaoh hound to me!


themacinator said...

he looks like a brown dog. i think you can get away with not calling him a chihuahua or a doberman and being perfectly happy.

nicely played!

Luisa said...

"What kind of dog is that?"

"A brown dog."

I am so using this. Also: I should point out that he is brown with red highlights.

Volunteer and Feisty Fido Crew Member said...

He's a perfect example of an American Shelter Dog!

I like ASDs a lot.

Katie said...

Now hey there. My pit bulls need sweaters. No dissing the sweater dogs.

Congrats on your brown dog! That's one adorable face!

Luisa said...

The frail invalid has [as of 11/26/11] morphed into nearly 30 lb of smarts and drive. Good thing I heart dogs that are brassy and full of energy, is all I can say. Imma get him a black hoodie with the Cal State SB Coyotes logo on it, come payday. Or would he look better in Redlands Bulldogs maroon? Hmmm... [OMG — what's happened to me?]

Glenye Oakford said...

Checking in late to say WOO-HOO for Jasper! So glad you've got him!

Christine said...

How I missed this, I'll never know. Big congrats to you. Let the adventures begin!

Julie Zickefoose said...

How very sweet. It's all in his eyes, even as a rack of bones. Jasper: Luckiest Chi-mix on the planet! He's beautiful, beautiful.

Luisa said...

Colour of the nutmeg, heat of the ginger ;~) Jasp is cuter than cute, smarter than smart, sweeter than sweet, busier than busy -- did someone say Hollofil? Also, still of a size to share an armchair with, which is nice. And where'd that big, deep bark come from?

When I brought him home I honestly had no intention of keeping him -- but they'll pry his leash from my cold, dead fingers before I'll ever give him up now, she exclaimed as she clasped Jasper to her bosom.