I wish I had the gift to know what my dogs and cats are thinking at any time.  I have a pretty good idea for the most part, as I bond very closely with my animals, but to actually hear their thoughts I think would be so amazing.  Then again to hear the thoughts of my fosters when they first come would probably crush me.

I do believe that some people possess this gift, and I have had some really cool experiences with some.

My first experience was years ago with my collie/shepherd mix Dupont.  He and I were on a group hike and part of the hike was to meet an animal communicator.  The hike was through a dog adventure group and no one on the hike knew me.  During the hike we all got acquainted, chatted about our dogs and kept to small talk.  We got to the building where one by one, we would enter with our dogs and meet the communicator.  I was a skeptic, but thought it sounded fun and Dupont LOVED his hikes with me.  So figured why not?!

While waiting for our turn, I listened to how amazed those who had their turn were by what their dogs had shared.  But what got my attention is when one of the hikers said that she had asked if her dog, Journey, missed her dad.  She asked this because her dad recently passed away.  The communicator answered, that yes, Journey did miss her dad but her dad still visits him.

I was recently separated and had 100% custody of Dupont.  No one in this group knew of my relationship status, Facebook wasn’t even a “thing” then.  When I went in with Dupont I asked a few light questions.  I asked his favourite toy to which he replied “stuffies”, which is what I always called his stuffed toys.  I then asked “Does he miss his dad?”  Expecting the same response Elaine received.  However; to my surprise, she responded “he does miss his dad, but he’s happy he’s with you.”  My skepticism faded.

Fast forward to two years ago, Flipflop’s daycare hosted a charity fundraiser for The Bello Project (https://www.homehospiceassociation.com/thebelloproject). A session with an animal communicator along with a photo of your pet with Santa was right up my alley. I attended with Flipflop, but Flipflop was not who I was really interested in talking to.

Dupont had passed away 11 months before, and I never truly got over it.  I brought his collar, and handed it to the communicator, who then told me the dog she was “seeing”, it was my Dupont.  She told me Dupont was happy and he did not resent Flipflop at all (a fear I had) and that he knew how much I loved him and he had a wonderful life.  As I cried uncontrollably I started to let go of the guilt I felt over Dupont’s death.  She told me that Dupont didn’t want me to be sad anymore.  When in physical form the only time Dupont would snuggle with me is when I cried, he hated to see me cry.  I still cry every 14th of January for him (the day he passed) even though he doesn’t want me to, he’s worth the tears.

Then we turned out attention to Flipflop, who said that he was happy I brought him “here” because he really likes it.  The communicator asked what I thought that meant and I explained that this was his daycare, so he must enjoy his days here! 🙂

And here we are today, I had started my blog and posted about my insecure foster, Lucy.  After a post I received a message from a fellow blogger: https://joaniemorrison.com/. Joanie explained she was an animal communicator and offered to connect with Lucy to assist.  Having had all positive experiences in the past and nothing to lose, I took her up on the offer.

Lucy used to sneeze a lot, I thought it was stress related, and was right, but what I didn’t expect was Joanie could read her energy and remove any trapped emotions, Lucy stopped sneezing within 12 hours.

When Lucy started sneezing regularly again, I contacted Joanie to ask if she could assist. Joanie worked her magic and then suggested that perhaps Lucy was picking up some energy from me or the others in my home (pets included), causing her to sneeze.  So I decided to hire her to work on my family and I.

It’s been a few days and it’s been an amazing experience.  My energy is higher, Lucy hasn’t even sniffled, my sleep has never been better and everyone is calmer.  Plus I got the added benefit of hearing what was on the mind of my fur kids, which proved to be quite humorous. 🙂

Although Dr. Doolittle may have been imagined as a story to entertain children, the human/animal connection is very real for some very gifted people.

 

 

It’s something we’ve all heard:  when you have an older dog and you get a younger dog (like a puppy), the older dog will teach the puppy a lot.  This is very true, dogs do teach one another.  I have seen my Potcake, Flipflop, teach my fosters.

It sounds pretty simple, you have a well trained dog, you introduce a younger dog into your home.  You fully expect once the two dogs get acquainted the older dog (or in my case the permanent one) starts teaching the other dog.  It’s actually really cool to watch a dog who has never played before learn to play!  Dahlia (my senior rescue) is just catching onto how to properly play and she’s SO excited, as am I.

But what I always forget and sadly get reminded of is, the young dog will also teach the older dogs a few things too.  My best friend described it best, when she said she felt like her puppy was reminding her then 3 year old dog how fun it is to misbehave!

I never really gave this situation much thought before, as Flipflop is only 3 and still a big goof ball in his own right.  So having him wrestle or get into mischief with some of the younger fosters doesn’t really phase me.

But what happened last night sure reminded me about the reverse teachings of a younger dog to an older one.

My current foster Lucy used to be very nervous on leash when I got her, she would bark at everyone and every dog we walked by.  Of course with a lot treats and training, she is getting over this.  She no longer barks at people at all, and is about 80% there with not barking at dogs.  I’m really proud of her, not only because she is learning to relax and trust, but she would also get Flipflop & Dahlia to bark with her.

Last night, I was walking Dahlia on her own, and she saw a dog.  Normally an event that would not even be noticed.  However, last night  Dahlia delighted in barking at the dog and behaving much like Lucy used to!  And then I realized the inevitable, Lucy taught Dahlia to bark at other dogs while walking on her leash!

Reminding me, as I’m reminding you, you can certainly teach an old dog! 🙂

 

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Most people who have pets, know it’s very possible for different species to get along.  If introduced safely and properly dogs and cats can be best friends.

My two cats are also rescued, Sixx (named after Motley Crue bassist Nikki Sixx) & Angel (Named after Criss Angel), were feral kittens when they were rescued.  They lived at an animal haven until they were about one years old.  The founder was just about to give up on them finding a forever home when I called her, looking for two cats.  Sometimes things are just meant to be.

At the time, I had one dog, Dupont, he grew up with a cat, who had passed away and he missed her terribly.  So, it was no surprise when Sixx & Angel moved in, Dupont was thrilled.  Of course, the cats were not too sure of this 100 lbs dog who would whimper for them to come see him.  Eventually, Sixx did come out and that’s when Sixx realized life as a dog was pretty awesome.

Sixx started mimicking everything Dupont did, he would play with dog toys, try and eat dog bones, and come running for treats.  At walk time, Sixx would come to the door, expecting to go for a walk with Dupont.  I tried to leash-train Sixx, but he never took to it, so he eventually gave up on wanting walks.

Angel is much more reserved, he still doesn’t like to interact with the dogs, but he doesn’t hide from them.  Unlike Sixx, Angel realizes he’s a cat so he behaves as one.  But even having a cat who doesn’t think he’s a dog, he lives quite peacefully in a houseful of them.

Flipflop likes to show off as new fosters come and needs a reminder not to chase the cats. The fosters tend to take their queues from Flipflop on how to behave.  With that said, with each dog it’s a different situation and I am always cautious when a new foster is moving in with us.

When introducing a new animal into your home, regardless of the species, introductions are the key to success. It’s best to introduce the pets slowly and keep them separated when you’re not around.

Like humans, animals have personalities and sometimes even if you do everything right, they just may not get along. But when they do, there is nothing as cute as having a dog and cat who are best friends.

 

 

 

 

I know the hesitation, I have said it myself.  The thought of adopting a senior dog was taboo for me, as it is many.  What a heartbreak, you adopt this dog and give it all you can to have it leave you a short time later.  It’s true, loving a dog always leads to heartbreak, their lives are much shorter than we’d all like.

When I started fostering, I knew I’d be sad as the dogs left me but I also knew they’d be going onto wonderful lives with loving families.  I was, so I thought, mentally prepared for this.

Nine months ago, I was waiting for my fourth foster to arrive, her name was and still is Dahlia.  She’s an eight year old Catahoula mix, and had a lot of baggage, including recovering from a 5 hour surgery as she was saved from her abusive owner and rushed into surgery to fix the leg he had broken in three places.

I have lots of experience with dogs who need to recover from ailments, such as ACL injuries and chronic arthritis pain.  I knew, as the rescue did, I could rehabilitate this dog and get her ready for her forever home.  What I didn’t know, is the forever home would end up being mine!

Dahlia loves me, and I mean LOVES me, like nothing I’ve ever experienced.  Don’t get me wrong, I know Flipflop loves me and we have a special bond.  But with Dahlia its different, its deeper than love, in her mind, I saved her.

It wasn’t an instant bond with Dahlia and I, she feared me at first, as she did all people.  I loved her instantly, however; as I saw the damage the blows to her head had done to eyes, the scar down her leg from surgery, the fear eight years of abuse and mistrust did to her. And yet, she still wanted to be loved, she still wanted to try and trust humans.  It broke my heart.  That was in April 2017, I adopted Dahlia is June, although I am pretty sure she would say she was adopted in April.

Dahlia gets excited to see me, she loves to be near me, but what makes her so different, is her gratitude.  Dahlia will dance with delight and glee at every meal time, knowing she’s being fed, even after 9 months of consistency.  When we are at off leash parks, she will go off for a moment or two and then return to me constantly for reassurance that I’m there.  And unlike most dogs, she gets so excited at anytime to be put back on her leash, much like at meal time, she dances when she is being clipped up to her leash, knowing she’s staying with me.

Like most dog owners, I travel from time to time and I’m very fortunate to have amazing neighbours who will take my dogs and fosters for me.  Dahlia does very well when she’s at others homes, she knows all the neighbours and that they love her. But when I return, she loses her mind, she shoves all the other dogs out of her way to come to me, and she cries while she dances around and nudges me to pet her.  She tries to crawl up on me (but she’s 80 lbs) so I go down to her level so she can feel closer to me.  And when we go for our first walk after I’ve been away, she refuses to do her business as it means she needs to leave my side.  I have to get her home and sit on the couch with her on my lap (she doesn’t realize she’s big, she really thinks she’s a little dainty lady) for at least an hour before she recovers from her excitement that her mom is home.  It’s a toss up of emotions for me, part of me is frustrated I can’t do anything for an hour but on the flip side, I am so overwhelmed that I am everything to this sweet girl.

We’ve all heard it and it’s true, dogs know when they have been saved, I see it time and time again, not only with my own fosters and dogs but also through the dogs that I meet that others are fostering or have adopted.  It’s wonderful to see and hear the stories of growth in these dogs once they learn to trust and feel loved.

Dahlia has shown the me the pure joy of adopting a senior dog and the amazing way she has learned to communicate with me and show her gratitude.  She was so sad when I met her, she didn’t know how to play or what toys were.  Now she walks around with great pride carrying her favourite toys, or will give me a nudge with her nose if there is a ball in sight and she wants me to toss it for her.

I am literally watching Dahlia get younger every day as she becomes more playful all the time and she is so happy. When I look at her and she smiles at me, I know whether she lives to be 15 or her body retires on her tomorrow, this girl is going to leave this earth happy and knowing she has experiences true unconditional love.  The kind of love and happiness that all dogs deserve.

 

 

 

While I have been fortunate to enjoy a successful career, wonderful friends and a pretty darn good life to date, nothing compares to the passion I have for animals.  I always knew I loved animals but  I never realized how it was my life purpose to do more to help them until I decided to write a book.

My book (to be published shortly) was a bucket list item for me.  It came out at a dinner with two colleagues, in general conversation, and they convinced me to do it.  I just needed to figure out what my book was going to be about.  One of them suggested I write about Flipflop (my Bahamian Potcake, who has the most energy and personality I’ve ever seen in a dog). Sure there was enough Flipflop stories to write a trilogy, but it didn’t light a fire in me.

I went home that evening and when I woke up the next morning, I woke up with more excitement than I had in a long time.  I wanted to write a book about rescue, realizing I’m not the first person to do this, nor will I be the last, but I’m not writing to become a famous author, in fact I suspect short of friends and family my book will not sell, but regardless, all proceeds will be donated to the two rescues who saved Flipflop and Dahlia’s life.

Now I digressed, but my point is, it wasn’t until I started writing my book I realized  just how passionate I was about rescue.  I started fostering, volunteering and talking rescue to anyone who would listen.  I’ve had several people tell me that when they decide to get a dog, they will adopt it, and never before thought about adoption, until meeting me.  I don’t have words to describe how happy I am my message gets heard. Even if by one person, it’s one dog saved.

Through my volunteering and fostering I have met so amazing people who all have the compassion, love and dying desire to end animal abuse, neglect and uncontrolled breeding, that I do.

I have formed many networks and friendships and learned so much about what can be done to help:

• Share posts on social media – not the ones that make us cry, the ones of dogs and cats looking for homes (foster and forever homes).
• Educate, make people aware.  Flipflop and I appeared on Breakfast Television a couple of years ago, it was an unexpected opportunity and I had zero time to prepare, but took advantage of it. It amazed me how many people saw it and said they didn’t know some of the points I mentioned (and there were still so many I missed). (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eBXOiBZ0Dc)
• Donate, and not necessarily money, rescues always need old towels, food, collars, bowls, crates, bedding, etc.
• Volunteer to be a transporter, pick up dogs from airports, transport them to locations, or if on a vacation, work with a local rescue before travelling and arrange to bring a dog back to them (the rescues will work on the paperwork and all you need to bring the pup back to the rescue or shelter).
• Foster, yes you will fall in love and want to keep every one of them, but you will also understand the greater need for foster homes and the rewards of your foster going to a wonderful forever home.
• Adopt.

These are just a few things you can do, but what inspired me to write this blog, is an awesome lady I met through rescue, Mandy.  Mandy adopted one of my fosters, Hannah, who’s story is shared in my upcoming book.

Mandy has two young boys and the moment I spoke with her on the phone, we instantly connected, I think we talked for over an hour about our past dogs and of course I told her all I knew about Hanna.  Mandy and I are still in touch and connect every few months on the phone, just to chat and catch up.

So, it was no surprise when I received a text from her that her was her sons birthday and they had a lovely party.  But what Mandy also shared was a photo, of what looked to be a gift table.  However; upon closer inspection it was dog supplies…..and then I read her message.

Mandy and her family asked all the guests to the party to bring a donation for the rescue that Hanna came from.   Such an amazing gesture and so thoughtful of Mandy and all the party guests.  Apparently her son was also so excited to be helping dogs in need too, she sent me a photo of him by the donations just beaming.

My best friend has made crafts and snacks in the past and sold them at her office and donated the money to rescue, another friend collects blankets and such at her work every year to donate.

Not everyone can afford to donate money, but the beautiful thing is, there’s always something you can do, if you’re inspired to help.

2017 has exited and we welcomed 2018 in around the world.  I was fortunate enough to spend my New Year’s at a friend’s house with her lovely family and bring my three dogs, Flipflop, Dahlia and my foster, Lucy.

I have posted on Lucy in the past, and she is still a sweet mystery to me.  Based on her previous behavior,  I didn’t know if she’d be scared, hyper or unsure.  Much to my delight she was Lucy!  The Lucy I have come to know and adore.  She was friendly, calm and very sociable with the adults and kids alike.

Much to my surprise, Lucy socialized with a man immediately, and connected so well with my friend’s son.  It gave me a whole new hope that we’ll find this sweet girl the perfect home yet.

Lucy is never aggressive but her timid personality sometimes makes her afraid, of even the kindest people, but last night she was in her zone.  I don’t know if it was having Flipflop and Dahlia there, who are very familiar with the family and their home, or if she just felt safe, but it was so wonderful to see her calm, relaxed and showing her true self.

She even refused to sleep downstairs with me and her foster siblings and insisted on sleeping upstairs with our hosts, in their bed.  Of course they were only to happy to allow her, despite one of our hosts allergies!

I know we’ll find Lucy her forever family soon, one that is understanding, patient and hopefully one with another dog and/or a child for her to bond with.

Lucy is available for adoption through Royal Canadian Pooch.

https://www.royalcanadianpoochrescue.com/

It’s the holiday season and people with children young and old are prepping for Santa to arrive very soon.  Needless to say Flipflop, Dahlia, Lucy and their feline brothers will all be getting gifts from Santa too!

Normally I buy Flipflop’s best friend and cousins, treats or toys, but this year I got them something different.  I purchased all the special canines in my life a Nite Ize dog collar cover!

I had first seen it when I had a visit with one of my previous fosters, Marti.  Marti’s Aunt bought it for him. It Velcro’s onto their collar, harness or leash even.  And it’s amazing!  Good for all sizes, as the Velcro adjusts, up to 1″ wide.

Flipflop, Lucy and Dahlia all wear one now, it works off a battery, which you can replace and when it’s on you can set it to be solid red, or flashing.  This time of year, it’s so dangerous for pedestrians walking in the dark, and dogs too.  With this collar cover, my dogs and I are very visible and on days when they get some off leash time, even in the dark, I can always see them!

I highly recommend this item to any dog parent who walks their dog in the dark at any time of the year.  I get so many people stopping us and asking me where I got them as I have yet to see them in pet stores.

They are available on Amazon, along with other Nite Ize products for dogs.  I am not a Nite Ize or Amazon employee, I have no vested interest in promoting this product other than I think it is super cool and keeps us and our dogs safer.

Happy Holidays!

Every foster has a story, a past I have to piece together and behaviours I have to learn about and how to best work with the dog to correct.

Lucy is the omega, she looks to my dogs constantly to know what to do.  At daycare she goes into a different room than Flipflop – Lucy goes into the toybox with the smaller dogs.   It’s done wonders for her confidence and socialization.

Today we went to an off leash park, as we usually do on weekends, and in the past Lucy has enjoyed being off leash running and exploring – and chasing squirrels.  But she would never venture too far away from my two dogs, finding comfort in having them near.  This morning was no different, for the first 15 minutes, and then Lucy found herself.

As we walked through the park, we came across groups of dogs, which Lucy and Flipflop delighted in playing with.  As we ventured further into the park, Flipflop decided he was done playing and walked along the fence of the park, while Dahlia walked faithfully by my side.  Lucy, on the other hand, embedded herself with a group of dogs playing and was having a blast.

She no longer looked for Flipflop to guide her, she was all on her own and playing like a champ.  After a few minutes I called Lucy back to us  as we were leaving the area.  Lucy followed us out of the sand area but that didn’t stop her independence.  She was off on her own saying hello to dogs along with way and found another pack to integrate into.

I watched with pride as my little foster terrier mix was having the time of her life.  She was in her zone and after about 10 minutes of full on Lucy fun, she stopped playing.  I watched her in the distance, she was trying to figure out where we went.  I called her name and she looked in my direction and then she happily trotted back toward me and resumed to her place in her foster family, happily playing with Flipflop again and staying close.

While none of this may seem like a big event to you, for Lucy it was huge.  She looks to my dogs to give her cues on how to behave and who she should play with.  But this weekend Lucy did her way for the first time in the three months I’ve had her.

She’s becoming herself.

Winter is my least favourite season, I hate the cold and while the snow can be pretty and scenic I’d much rather see green!  But I living in Ontario, Canada snow and cold is part of every holiday season and carries on into the first few months of the new year.

Flipflop (my Bahamian Potcake) loves the snow, from his first winter here, he couldn’t get enough of it and the cold!  He lives for the negative 20 degree Celsius days, and unlike me, has no use for the weather when its over 20 degrees (we do a lot of beach days in the summer).

When Dahlia (my Catahoula mix) came to Canada from Florida in April, the weather was raining and cool. She seemed quite comfortable in the climate.  I assumed Dahlia wouldn’t mind the heat as she’d been kept outside all the time in Florida and is 8 years old.

I was wrong, Dahlia hated the hot summer days, she wanted nothing to do with walks in the summer, and enjoyed laying in shaded areas and keeping herself cool.  As the summer passed, and we made it to fall Dahlia thrived. The cooler weather agreed with Dahlia and she loved being outside.  And as the temperatures dropped further, at and below freezing Dahlia showed no signs of slowing down, until the first snow fall.

Dahlia HATES the snow, unlike almost every dog I know, Dahlia has no use for the white stuff on the ground.  Even while the other dogs run and play in it, Dahlia sits beside me looking quite unimpressed.  The first few times I tried taking her out in it she didn’t want to walk at all, now she’ll walk but she’ll stop and sit periodically as if to protest the fact that she has to be outside.

I  put invisible boots (paw wax) on Dahlia  and it seems to help her somewhat.  I don’t want to put boots on her as her leg was broken last year by her previous owner, so I worry about her traction on the ice if she has boots on.  And although dog boots are great for keeping their paws warm and free of salt they can, on some occasions, mess up the dogs hip alignment depending on how they walk in them.  Another risk I can’t take with Dahlia.

I am sure I will find a solution for her that makes her more comfortable now that she’s a Canadian girl but  Dahlia’s protesting behaviour of the snow is very fitting for this former abused dog who is now living the life of a diva.