Today is National Rescue Dog Day. #rescuedog #NationalRescueDogDay pic.twitter.com/UBVckAx8yS
— Bill Albert (@November_11_9) May 20, 2021
Of course, every day at Balloon Juice is Rescue Dog Day, even for those of us who don’t have rescue dogs.
Our sole dog at the moment is Sydney, aka Stanley, aka Goat Boy (he used to climb like a cat, but he’s 14 now and not as agile as he once was). Spousal Unit drove down to a Long Island shelter & back over a weekend to claim him, because he’s a sucker for a sad story. ‘Sebastian’ — eleven pounds of puppy-mill ‘purebred’ — had been through at least two homes at 18 months of age. He was the ugliest supposed-to-be papillon I’ve ever seen, with a pit-bull head, mismatched ears, exaggerated dewclas on all four feet, whippet hindquarters & an excess of elbows. He was afraid of strangers, loud noises, children, bicycles, (most) other dogs, bicycles, being left on his own, and being startled. He broke a lot of stuff, accidentally — knocked over breakables, walked across papers, tore up clothing making himself nests, chewed nervously on things he shouldn’t have been able to reach in the first place. But the real problem was that he’d picked up bad toileting habits; even though I was st home full-time, it took us over a year to get him mostly housebroken.
When we lost Zevon in September 2019, and then Gloria in June 2020, we assumed Submissive Sydney would be lost without his packmates. But he loves being the Only Dog — he got a lot less trembly, and even gave up marking every new or shifted item of furniture. Normally we (well, the Spousal Unit) would be searching for an emergency backup dog, but Goat Boy is SO HAPPY now…
I didn't realize today is National Rescue Dog Day. But it was a year ago today I brought this guy home from the Dedman Animal Shelter in Fort Benton. He was a skeleton, but has beefed up and is a stubborn pain in the butt. But he's my dog. I think he's giving me a raspberry here. pic.twitter.com/rUrnA7vTC2
— Phil Drake (@IR_PhilDrake) May 20, 2021
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TheOtherHank
I told my rescue dog that it’s her day, but she just kept snoring on her bed
moonbat
My pup, Larry, is a rescue through the mission called Tracy’s Dogs down on the Texas border where the shelters euthanize if a dog isn’t adopted after 72 hours. I can’t imagine life without this little terrier mix in my life. He’s the sweetest soul. Support animal rescue, you’ll never be sorry.
Yutsano
*cough* Major *cough
Adam L Silverman
The Dog Lanterns, who are rescues adopted from Furry Friends Network in Boiling Springs, PA, are snoozing.
https://www.furryfriendsnetwork.com
They got a nice walk around 9:30 PM.
In other news, Sophie the rescued Boston Terrier next door, who you all helped get eye surgery, has full vision in one eye and partial in the other. About four months ago our neighbor decided to adopt a Boston Terrier sister for her named Stella. Originally she was just going to foster her because the rescue told her that Stella was scared of men. Apparently no one told Stella or me, because the first time Stella saw me working out in the drive way she came bounding over for scritchees and cuddles. She’s fast friends with Rosie and Ruby and after a couple of play dates in the side yard for zoomies, Sophie has come out of her shell and is now playing with the girls as well.
Time to get the gunk from the walk showered off and rack out. Catch everyone on the flip.
rikyrah
Awe?
Cutie??
Yutsano
Let there be wingnut tears…
HumboldtBlue
This Lady hangs out with and rescues magpies.
CaseyL
A terrific use of a day, dedicating it to rescued dogs (or, for that matter, rescue dogs).
@Adam L Silverman: That’s great news about Sophie! Glad she’s found a pack and is learning how to live her best life.
Roger Moore
@Yutsano:
Sure, but what about HIPPA? Didn’t think about that one, did you, libtard!
L85NJGT
@Yutsano:
Covered entities are providers, insurance, and data storage -slash- processors. That’s it. The goal of the legislation was giving consumers the right to access (and control) their own medical records.
Soprano2
Our dog Max was about a year old when we got him from the shelter; he had been returned. Didn’t take long to figure out why; he chewed on so many things, and wouldn’t stay in the yard. Our plan to replace our 3ft fence with another 3ft fence turned into a 6ft fence because of him. He could sit at the bottom of the short fence and jump right over it; I swear he’s half greyhound! My BIL calls him Stilts. The 6ft fence and getting older made him a great dog. Our other dog Nitro technically isn’t a rescue; he was 12 when we got him. He belonged to a cook of ours at the pub who died suddenly of a heart attack. He had patches of bare skin on his back by his tail and on his legs when we got him; he never would have found a home in a shelter. He’s a super sweet dog, but is also the reason our cat lives upstairs now. He’d never lived with a cat before, and he was a little aggressive toward her, so she’s terrified of him. I figure if she ever wants to come down she can, but I’m not going to force her. Pets are the greatest!
HumboldtBlue
Here you can watch some gosling hatch on GoldShaw farm.
Oh, and the Sons of Sam on Netflix was very intersting.
Anotherlurker
My girl, Addie, was rescued from the Asian meat trade. I picked her up on December 18th, 2020. She is a beautiful 6-8 year old Golden Retriever is she is the love of my life. Previous to Addie arriving, I had been without a dog for 11 months.
My life is better with a dog.
mrmoshpotato
Boop all the noses! <3
trollhattan
Doggies!
Mine’s warming the bed. Nite, all.
JPL
My mutt is sitting next to me wondering why we are up early.
Steve in the ATL
@JPL: I was going to ask you the same question!
tinare
I just adopted Kenleigh from the local shelter at the end of March after losing my 14 year old rescue Lab, Preston, to cancer in November. Kenleigh is a 7-8 month old Pitbull mix who reminds me everyday that I know nothing about dog training. I forgot how willful teenage dogs can be. She’s a sweetie, but a work in progress. I forgot that Preston would challenge me at that age too. My memory was that he was always the perfect dog. There are parts of my kitchen woodwork that were filled with wood putty and sanded to fix where he chewed that prove he wasn’t.
WereBear
I’m sorry to hear of your losses, AL. But someone gets a silver lining :)
PAM Dirac
We lost our rescue, Doolin, a month ago. We had him for 14 years and he was 3-4 years old when we adopted him. When we went to the shelter, in the chaos of all kinds of dogs stressing and barking he just calmly came over to my wife and sat where she could pet him and that calm, sweet, gentleness was there every day of his life with us. We were amazing lucky. We still have Ennis, although she is not really a rescue. An old friend of my breeds Labs and she is very particular about where she rehomes her retired dogs. After about 10 years of my wife hinting that we would love a Lab, even a “reject”, we finally got the call. Unfortunately it came as we were in a hotel get dressed for the funeral of my wife’s brother. It did feel like the fates were trying to even things up just a bit. Even more so when we got this goofy, chonky, lovebug in our lives. Who rescued who indeed.
satby
My cats were blissfully unaware that there’s a day for rescue dogs, which is good because they outnumber the dogs here and would be jealous. The dogs had cheese as a treat (Havarti, 1/2 slice each) to celebrate. My guys are both getting so old though.
Kristine
I did not know about Rescue Dog Day. My rescue spent most of it at doggy daycare while I drove all over the damn place and ran various errands. Gaby’s 14, more or less. She’s lost a step—she chases the backyard squirrels ? but no longer catches them. One reason for this could be that she weeded out the slow dumb ones over the years.
She’s been an only dog since I lost King in 2013. I thought she’d want another buddy, but while she enjoys playing with other dogs she also likes her down time. She is definitely the boss of me, and I try not to dwell on the fact that she’s 14 and on more meds than I am.
RedDirtGirl
I’ve been talking about being a forever home for a rescue for, it may seem, forever. Once I get my mom settled in her assisted living residence next month I begin the search in earnest. In my mind the doggle is female, at least 5 years old, and maxes out at 35-40 lbs. I’m curious to see how closely the dog who picks me will resemble that description. ?? ?? ??? ? (prolly not ?)!
EmbraceYourInnerCrone
My 15 year old rescue, Buddy is currently snoozing on the loveseat at home with my hubbie. We adopted him 13 years ago from the SPCA who got him I believe, the Save A Sato Foundation. He is the goodest dog.
Mathguy
We’ve got four dogs we adopted from rescues: Saber, a saluki from Dubai; Claire, a whippet; Sam, a Italian greyhound/rat terrier mix; Nario, an Italian Greyhound puppy. All are fast as all get-out, especially Saber. It’s really entertaining in our household when someone gets the zoomies. I hate it when rabbits wander into our yard since their likelihood of survival is very low. Love them all.
Skepticat
As it is everywhere for good people, every day is Rescue Dog Day in The Bahamas. I probably have posted about this before, but we have a foster program for Royal Bahamian potcakes, the indigenous dogs of The Bahamas, and we’ve rehomed pups all over the U.S. and Canada. We have a good network of pilots willing to transport them to an interim foster program in Florida and on from there. One potcake I rehomed in California went straight from here to San Francisco on a private jet. When they leave us, these smart and loyal pups are clean, healthy, well socialized, and housebroken, and they have had all their shots. If you’re interested in adopting a potcake, please check out North Abaco Potcake Rescue at facebook.com/northabacopotcakerescue. You might also like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW6WMGEh-kw&ab_channel=VaccaroCreativeAwarenessDocumentaries, which is a little dated, but at one point you’ll see a bit of our cay as it was before the storm. Go, doggies!
Nutmeg again
My Murphy is still hanging in with me, despite her Dx (degenerative myelopathy). I can’t imagine life without a rescue pup.