Loyal Rescue

My First Rescue Transport

I spent my morning shopping for the recommended items and setting my car up for my first transport!

I spent my morning shopping for the recommended items and setting my car up for my first transport!

A little over a month ago, I signed up with Open Arms Dog Transport as a volunteer driver. Every week since, I’ve received a notice about transports from the States (Tennessee, Kentucky, and Ohio, usually) needing drivers for 19 individual legs (or so) over the course of each weekend.

For the first time, I was able to sign up for one of those legs. Tonight I drove from Pickering to Newtonville with a little Yorkie rescue from a puppy mill. Evey is estimated to be six or seven years old. To think of the sheltered life this poor girl has had all those years, living in a cage with little human contact, day in, day out—not to mention how many litters her little body has gone through—breaks my heart.

Evey is a cuddler!

Evey is a cuddler!

However, it fills me with such joy to have played a small part in getting her to a new life of sniffing and walking on grass; sleeping in a warm, comfy bed; being cuddled by people who love her; interacting with other dogs; having toys to play with; running through snow; enjoying treats and training; getting medical care when she needs it; and, heck, even just having a name!

Such a sweet little girl

Such a sweet little girl

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over the next few weeks, Evey will experience so many firsts. She was a little stressed on our short drive (about 45 minutes), as she probably was on every drive she endured en route to her new foster home in Ottawa (with Loyal Rescue, the rescue my mom adopted Misha through). But within a few minutes, she settled into the crate and lay down for a while.

I am so excited for Evey! Both Cora and Dusty got to TAGS, and then to us, through rescue transport volunteers. Thank God for those volunteers! I couldn’t imagine life without either of my beagle babies or my Hogan, and it feels wonderful to have helped Evey get a small step closer to her forever family. Good luck, little girl! You now have a whole lot of people in your corner, and I’m proud to be one of them!

Christmas 2012

We had a fantastic Christmas this year with not just three dogs but four since my mom adopted her little Mexi-mutt Misha from Loyal Rescue in August. None of the dogs have learned to open their Christmas presents yet (our Roxie was a pro at it!), but Dusty and Hogan gave it a pretty good shot, as you’ll see in the video at the end. Here are some pictures of our Christmas highlights.

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Misha, my mom, and Dusty

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Hogan, Dusty, and Misha chewing their new elk antlers (that’s not really Misha’s, but she had to have something to chew, too, so we pulled an extra one from the cupboard). The dogs’ new cheap agility equipment is in the background, too.

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Dusty and Hogan’s new elf toy looking on while Dusty has a chew.

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Misha likes her new bed!

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Cora’s come a long way! Despite the commotion, she spent some time with us in the living room!

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Turns out Hogan likes Misha’s new bed, too.

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Looking for one last cookie before Misha goes home. Who could resist those faces?

Welcoming Misha to the Pack

After much coaxing from me—and some surprising advice from her doctor—my mom decided in June that, yes, she would seriously look at adopting a dog to keep her company. She decided then that she would adopt from The Animal Guardian Society (TAGS) because of its process, rather than from any other rescue. When adopting from TAGS, the prospective adopter gets to meet the dog, have the dog over for a home visit, and then “try the dog out” for a week before paying the adoption fee and signing the paperwork. That appealed to Mom since it has been so long since she’s had a dog and she wanted to be sure she was ready to do this again.

Princess is still hoping for a forever home after a hard, unhappy life in a puppy mill.

She met a couple of TAGS dogs, and one in particular appealed to her—Princess. Princess is a real sweetheart, and when meeting her, Mom thought she could be the one. She began the process with TAGS. At the home visit, Mom had second thoughts and ultimately decided to turn down Princess. Getting a dog was a big step for Mom, and a permanent one (as it should be for everyone!), so she had to be certain.

Her search for the perfect TAGS dog continued. And then one day, I saw a Facebook posting of an adorable five-year-old dog up for adoption through Loyal Rescue. Better yet, this Loyal dog had come to Canada via the Humane Society of Cozumel Island, just as Hogan had, plus she even looked somewhat like Hogan, curly tail, crazy hair, and all! I fell in love.

Misha’s adoption picture

Since I can’t have a fourth (according to our town’s bylaw) and since my mom was still looking, I pointed out Meche (pronounced “Mesh,” we learned) to my mom. She felt the same pull toward her as I had, and despite her adamant stance that she wouldn’t go through the lengthy adoption process without first meeting the dog, she filled out the Loyal application, went through a phone interview (while we were away on our vacation) and a home visit, and then waited to hear the news. (Like Rat Terrier Rescue Canada, through which we adopted Hogan, Loyal has a policy against the potential adopter meeting the dog until approved to adopt.)

She looks like a little lamb!


The day she got the email telling her that she had been approved to adopt Meche was like Christmas to Mom! (And to me!) However, she still had to wait nearly a week to meet Meche because her foster mom, Sharon, was away on vacation. That week felt terribly long, but Mom and I got together for a shopping trip at Petsmart halfway through the week to purchase all the necessities and then some—adorable little dog bowls; a leash, harness, collar, and seatbelt; a brush for that unruly hair; a bed; plenty of treats; toys; and so on—and to help make the week’s wait seem shorter.

Finally, on Monday, August 20, Mom and I drove to Stoney Creek to pick up Meche. A little voice in Mom’s head was trying to tell her she was first meeting Meche and then deciding whether or not to adopt her, while I well knew she wouldn’t be able to walk away—and if she could, I certainly wouldn’t, bylaw be damned!

As expected, it was love at first sight! Meche (now Misha) was just as adorable as her picture promised! She’s an excitable, bouncy, smart, happy eleven-pounder who has already won over the hearts of Mom, me, Wes, and all of Mom’s friends and neighbours.

So although we are still “Three-Dog Nights and Days,” there’s a special fourth in the mix that you can expect to hear plenty more about. Welcome to the pack, Misha! And congratulations on the new addition, Mom!