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The Big Move

Let me start with an apology for our radio silence, we have been in the middle of insane packing and moving. merlinWe sold our house. Within a week of adopting Callie, it was under contract. Now, we had it up for sale when we rescued her; however, it had been listed for a few months with no bites, going into the fall. When we adopted Callie, we weren’t too worried that it would sell soon. Oops.

front-of-house1The house had to be sold – it was too small for our growing family, with two beds and 1 bath and little room for expansion, it was just not a good fit.

My wife and I hoped we would find a house before we had to move, no luck. Instead, we have landed at my mom’s extra condo as an intermediary between houses.

What’s the hardest thing for a rescued animal? Significant changes. So, poor Callie moved into this house with a yard she was free to go to the bathroom in unleashed – and play if she so chose, though she did not.

She just got comfortable in that space, with those smells, and then, we were packing up everything she had come to know.

And we moved to a different place. AND she has to go to the bathroom leashed every time. She gave us many insulted looks about this at first. My favorite part about the bathroom issue though was her hilarious facial expressions as we first started picking up her poop with bags and then began BRINGING IT INSIDE!

The condo community does not promote having dogs, so they don’t have outside poop cans. We just double bag until we have to scoop the cat litter and then it all gets thrown away.

Callie looked horrified the first several times we brought the poop inside, as though she were thinking many things, among them:

“Don’t touch my poop.”

“Human, why is the poop going INSIDE?!?”

“Wait, I am the ONLY animal who does not get to poop inside, and yet you touch my poop and bring it back inside?!?!?! What is WRONG with you?”

There are some positives – the stairs up to our condo are carpeted, so Callie learned to go up indoor stairs. Soon we will work on going down those stairs. The condo itself is one level, she’s never left behind. And, she seems to be settling in well enough that we have been able to start leaving her at home for an hour or two.
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Another bright side is that there’s a walking path near here and a few other small dogs in the condo community. So I am going to try to make a dog-walking friend to inspire Callie to get out and move. 🙂

A Little Bit of History, Part 2

 

gertie-in-color-copyWhen I was 8, my parents adopted an ex-breeder Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Gertrude, who was also 8 years old. The age was important to me as it felt like we grew up together. She was from another home and had been socialized, so she was much more relaxed than Callie.

 

Gertie, as we called her, was my best friend in the world. She was a little girl’s dream dog.

Gertie would let me dress her up in doll clothes and carry her everywhere. She was happy to have the attention and willing to do anything that didn’t involve exercise (she was a bit overweight.)

My father had built a beautiful doll bed that matched mine. She insisted that my parents tucked her in every night when they did so with me. As soon as they left the room, she would get up out of bed and sleep in front of the door, but that didn’t change the routine.

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The bed’s still around, in my daughter’s room at her grandparent’s house, so Callie just HAD to test it out 🙂

When my wife and I started to talk about getting a dog again, she said she wanted to stay small and fluffy. We also wanted to rescue and were ok with a mix. We talked about Papillons, Pomeranians (apparently stuck in the P’s for a little while) before I mentioned Cavaliers. I felt stupid not to have thought of them before.

Before Callie, I had applied to a rescue and was in the process of potentially adopting a Cavalier mix, but when she was cat-tested it was evident she wasn’t the dog for us. Super disappointment on my end.

And then, one day, I searched again in Petfinder and Callie popped up. I wasn’t sure about her at first. Gertie had been a Blenheim, the red and white coloring, and the other Cavalier CVCR had rescued was a Blenheim too. Plus, Callie had serious WOAH eyes in her picture. We could see the whites of her eyes the whole way around. The other dog looked more relaxed to me. But, my wife felt a connection with Callie, she loved her “wooly-bear eyebrows,” serious expression and her beautiful coloring. I really wish I had saved a copy of that picture!

The woman we spoke with at the rescue described “Shannon,” the other dog, as more outgoing, apt to settle in faster, more relaxed and Callie as reserved, a little more hesitant, loving but unsure.

So off we went. Me, doubtful that she would be the right one, my wife less so, but still ready to walk away. And then we met her. Sure, she was terrified in that environment. She hadn’t yet made it to a foster home. She would barely come near us, but when my wife finally managed to coax Callie into letting J pick her up and hold her in her lap, it was over. Callie started to relax a little bit, not much, but a little bit, and we decided we needed her as much as she needed us.

Isn’t that the truth.

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One of my favorite things that Callie loves to do is put my daughter to sleep.

My daughter is 7.5 yrs old, close to the age I was when my parents adopted Gertie, and absolutely in LOVE with Callie.

So both get tucked into bed after stories and my daughter talks or sings to Callie until she falls asleep. I call Callie “Nana” now, as in Peter Pan. Wonderful, beautiful dog 🙂

It’s funny, one of the main reasons we got a dog is because I do better with an anti-anxiety trained pet around. I had been hoping that Callie might be a trained as a therapy dog for me and, in the future, for others. Now it looks like any therapy work she will do will be with children and working with her will be my therapy. 🙂

A Little Bit of History, Part 1

I’ve had several inquires as to how I found Callie on Petfinder.com. Cavalier rescues are harder to find, and copious amounts of people apply for the available dogs as soon as they pop up. I’m not kidding either when I say copious.

It was a lucky combination of two things – my incessant search for a Cavalier (I’ll get to the why of that in Part 2) and an incredible rescue Champlain Valley Canine Rescue. CVCR has developed a particular relationship with a few Amish puppy mill owners in Holmes County, Ohio which allows them to pull dogs directly from the mills when the owners are “done with them.”

Tammy, the Executive Director of CVCR, makes two trips a year to pick up several dogs and this fall she brought back Callie or “Debbie” as it was. The day she was posted, I searched and found her. ❤

After bringing Callie home and beginning to work with her, I grew curious about how the rescue relationship worked. When we adopted Callie, we got a sound bite of a story. It didn’t seem to matter much then – until I got the idea to write about Callie. As soon as I wanted to write about her, I wanted to know everything I could about her. And not just her, but the rescue too.

The first thing you have to recognize, whether you understand or accept it, is that the Amish do not believe animals have a soul. They are taught from birth that animals were put on this earth for man to use as they see fit.

The second is that some puppy mills ride just above the line and keep their facilities “inspectable.” It’s the laws that have to change.

Tammy started going out to the puppy mill dog auctions about 10 years ago when she was with Green Mountain Pug Rescue. She went both with groups and alone and always bought as many dogs as she could take back. After a few years, some people decided that they could just send their dogs to her/them instead of the dog auction.

She liked the idea of running her own rescue and started CVCR. Tammy receives calls all year long about dogs who need to be pulled from the mills. She almost always pays a “freedom price,” an offer of something to keep the dog alive until she can get to them.

Things that get dogs pulled from puppy mills:

  • Hitting age 5 or 6 and being basically used up as a breeding female
  • Hitting age 2 without getting pregnant
  • Not being sold as a puppy

It’s worst, I think, for the older puppies. The ones around 1. They tend to come out of the mills the most shell-shocked and overwhelmed. Callie, on the other hand, is freaked out by other stuff too but has also dealt with life for some years, so she takes it in stride.

Callie is from an unusual puppy mill. Not that it was particularly nice or anything special, but the owner cared about breeding for conformation at least, which prevented some health problems in most of his dogs. He has for a long time. We ended up with a middle-aged Cavalier who doesn’t have a heart murmur or other major health issues. That’s rare, especially when talking about a puppy mill dog. CVCR pulls a lot of dogs, particularly Cavaliers, from that mill.

Like many rescues, CVCR then relies on foster homes for the dogs. There is a quarantine space for when the dogs first arrive, before they get vetted and, hopefully, sent right out to a home. Some don’t make it to foster homes right away. Callie had no roost yet, though the other Cavalier that also came back on that trip was housed. We had a choice to make that morning – visit Callie, i.e. “Debbie,” at the rescue, or go visit “Shannon” at her foster home. I’d say we made the right selection – although truth be told, if we had enough money at the time, we probably would have adopted both girls. We are suckers like that.

“It’s not a perfect system,” Tammy said, “it’s merely a stop-gap measure to get them into homes that love them.”

No, it’s not a perfect system, but if we strive for perfection would anything ever get done?

 

 

 

 

The Lives They’ve Lived Before

 

 

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Callie the Couch Dog

It is the little things that impress-frustrate-embolden me when I am with Callie. Just now I spent 15 minutes convincing her that a. the stool I brought in from the kitchen was not evil, and b. that she could, in fact, climb on it to get up on the couch.

“Why?” You might wonder.

Two reasons again – 1. because she can’t seem to jump up on the couch and is scared of being picked up, yet she wants to be up here all the time, and 2. because she has a lot of trouble transferring skills.

She didn’t get up on the couch, but she got her front paws up on the stool and considered how she might get from there to the sofa. But, then she got overwhelmed and stepped back down. I’m proud of her. Front paws on something new in 15 minutes is pretty impressive.

It’s different than when you are working with a young one. A rescue, especially one who has never seen the outside world, sees everything with far more trepidation than your average puppy.

They’ve already lived lives.

Callie came to us from a puppy mill. She was there for the last five/six years and hasn’t known anything but the inside of a cage, puppies, and the experience of being shoved in another cage for mating. Did I mention she doesn’t like to be picked up? It’s mostly because it freaks her out if anybody touches her rear end. ‘Nuff said.

Her fear drives my desire to find solutions for Callie. I want her to experience the world in a much more positive way, without too many accommodations.

That was the life she lived then, one of fear. I’m responsible for the life she lives from here on out.

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Callie and I nap together on the couch in the early days

One cat definitely doesn’t mind that Callie takes the couch!

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Pippin the Cat-Dog