Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Meet New Peach

This is "New Peach" (though we will probably just call him "Peach"). The "New" is b/c we had a foster already named "Peach"; we just really liked the name. A neighbor found this little guy all alone and brought him to us, since we're known as the little foster house. We aren't with the shelter anymore, so we're taking care of him on our own. The only problem with him is that he has ringworm. So now, of course, I have ringworm. Below is just ONE of the dozen or so spots that have popped up. I was also running a fever and had to see a doctor for it. It is never quiet around here, that's for sure!

Yes, I'm Late

This is a note to employers: sometimes your employee is telling the truth when they say they are late because there was a car on fire blocking their commute in. I took these pictures while sitting in traffic Monday morning (don't worry, my car wasn't moving when I took them).

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Tasha's Broken Duclaw



So the picture above is of Tasha's feet. I'm hoping you can make out her duclaws (the nails that are on the side of a dog's feet rather than on the actual footpad; not all dogs have them on all feet). Her left duclaw (to the right in the picture) is normal; her right duclaw (circled on left) was broken last weekend while playing a little too hard with her buddy Sasha. It was sticking straight out. We kept an eye on it and the nail fell off a couple days ago. She's not in pain from it and there are no exposed nerves (a small bit of nail was left intact), so we are leaving her as is. For once (knock on wood), we managed to avoid a big vet bill.

Friday, August 11, 2006

News on Mr. Hope

As you can see, we have a harder time posting pictures every other day when we don't have tiny fosters growing up in the house. We did get some new, cute pictures of Mr. Hope though (we decided to call him MR. Hope b/c everyone thought he was a girl with the name "Hope"). He went to the vet Wednesday because he has been having a hacking cough lately. We'd been told to keep an eye out for this cough since it would probably be an early sign of heart failure. Which, I suppose it is. His heart has gotten ridiculously large and was pressing against his lungs, causing him to cough. They also discovered additional medical concerns: his trachea is not formed the way it should and he has back problems with his spine. He is on meds to help his heart for the moment, which is pretty much all we can do for him. We'll see how it goes.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Short Version of Big News


I simply can't resist putting up a photo when I have a new entry to write. This is Sati sporting her new collar - so far, this one hasn't given her the itchies like the last ones did (she'd scratched down to skin before we'd realized it was the collar that bugged her). AND, it glows in the dark so we can see little stealth one coming. *Mr. Burns impersonation* "Excellent".

So, the big news is Misty's job change. She got a new job at Abingdon Vet (yay!) and gave her two-weeks notice at the Humane Society here. They decided to be jerks about everything and fired her a couple days after she gave notice. We suspect they did so to try to get out of paying her for her remaining two weeks and her accrued vacation time. I won't say more about that or the shelter at this time b/c we may end up having to resort to legal action and lawyers tend to want to keep things quiet until resolved. Luckily, Abingdon Vet was more than accomodating and let Misty start with them early. We're still looking at a lot of Ramen dinners in the future, but it isn't as bad as it could have been.

As for fosters, sorry we haven't updated in a while. Peach & Bingo returned to the shelter after their neuters. I'm pretty sure they've both been adopted, but I guess we'll never know now (we're no longer welcome at the shelter). The Miestro, unfortunately, passed away about a week ago - probably the same thing that was getting all the other wee ones. Poor little guy. We're hoping to find a new group to volunteer for, so I doubt this is the very end of all our fostering.