Follow Up Friday

Do you remember this ridiculous girl from a previous post?

Shelby is only one. She was raised from a puppy in a family with other human puppies. When their third was expected, it just became too much.

She didn’t get the attention or training or time that they knew she needed and deserved. So they asked us to help her find the right home. She found that home recently, with this gentleman whose smile says it all –

except his words say more:

“Tomorrow will be the one week anniversary of me adopting this beautiful one-year-old lab girl named Shelby. It’s been one hell of a week and I must say I am extremely happy I did this- she is so amazing and smart. She has learned so much this last week and she won’t stop following me. I’m so damn proud to be a dog owner and I can’t wait to make her life even more amazing than it is now. Welcome to my life Shelby…I’m honored to be given the chance to make you the happiest dog in the world.”

And that is what makes our world go round. Happy life, Shelby!

Chocolate (Puppy) Love

When a new group of puppies arrived in December, I was the last to know. Seems I have been hogging the puppies of late. Can you blame me? This group has had the good fortune of having Puppy Mama Judy looking after them – and while they are not quite ready to go home, they are all spoken for. Thus, I am allowed to break “puppy silence.”

Mama dog, Lady Godiva, is a beautiful – and young – chocolate Lab.

A few days after giving birth, she was hit by a car. Don’t ask me why a new mama dog was allowed out in traffic; it is beyond me. She needed surgery to save her leg but her people said ‘no, let her go.’ That, of course, would mean the loss of the puppies, as well. They agreed to surrender her and them. A kind vet saved her leg and life – and with it, six more.

She asked for our help and we were delighted to be there.

Mama healed beautifully. Throughout, she nursed and cared for her young charges like a natural with plenty of assistance from Judy and her helpers. I’m not sure if it’s because they had the gift of so much extra time with their true mama, or because they were in the care of such an experienced Puppy Mama, but they are an especially sweet litter of puppies.

They are also big, fat, healthy adorable bundles of chocolate-themed love.

I was finally invited to take photos…as if that would be enough! We needed a full photo and video shoot for the luscious litter and their gorgeous mama, Lady Godiva. She has found her forever home; theirs will follow in a few more weeks. Viewer caution…adorableness ahead! (Note: if you receive this by email and are viewing on a phone, click on the post to view the video…technology!).

Fragility and Resilience

“Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.” ~  Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche

Sometimes, the most fragile-looking things have the greatest resilience.

A spider’s intricate web is designed to hold its maker, its prey, and a chandelier of droplets ten times its weight.

This tiny frog is everywhere in the garden in the middle of winter, finding shelter and warmth under leave piles and overturned pots.

I wish the same resilience for Taylor – a new arrival.

He looks like a very young dog, but is actually a three-year-old, emaciated boy. His story is not yet written.

We’ll need to determine if there is an unmet physical or emotional need – or if his well-meaning people were just unsure how to help him. Thankfully, they turned to us.

It’s clear that Taylor has put his trust in us, as well.


The garden is quiet and still – in anticipation of more rain and cutting back later in the month.

But the inn is filling up fast; the annual post-holiday flood of dogs. So “going homes” are in order to clear some space. Congratulations to Riggs, Charlie, and Rudy.



Happy lives, all!

Winter Comes

Winter comes. It arrives in its own time – sometimes early; sometimes late.
Winter has finally arrived in the Memorial Garden,

first, with the return of cold and wind…



and then,

much-needed rain. Nothing like the winter that family and friends are experiencing east of us (brrrr). Still, it leaves more time for dogs – and one of my favorite “jobs” at Homeward Bound: going home photos.

Saturday, it was Rover’s day…

and Bandit’s, too.

And then, there was a different photo request: for Cody.

Cody is in hospice care. He has cancer though out his body. His people took him home to spoil and love. Now, he is three weeks past his expected winter – and still enjoying life, admittedly at a little slower pace.

It was my honor to fulfill his people’s wish for photos. And to watch him rest in the garden as he watched the world go by.



“Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it’s time for them to go?” ~ Sandy Denny

Winter comes – for all of us.

In its own time.

But not today.

2017: A Look Back

“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

New Year’s Day is not an end or a beginning; it marks another chapter of this thing we call life. Sometimes, you have to take a look back to appreciate how far you have come. I hoped to have compiled a video review by this date; so many projects – so little time. But its absence does not diminish how special the year was.

Gage and Sadie, found chained to each other in the muck, are living full and rich lives in loving homes.

January and February brought the much-needed return of rain after five years of drought – and with it, floods – and fosters.

We learned the importance of play groups in the dogs’ well-being and assessments. The training we received has changed so many futures.

Amelia was lost in the woods of Lake Tahoe – and miraculously found thanks to the efforts of our dedicated volunteers. She is transformed in her new home thanks to a very patient human mama and a canine sister leader to teach her courage and trust. Now, she travels the woods – with her sister – happy to stay by mom’s side.

Buster was our 4th of July miracle boy. The dog that could not walk – but did and does. He delights us every day.

Jakey was our special heart dog. Lost before we could fulfill his promise. But so loved.

Gunner, and Lindsey – tiny angels who were not supposed to be. Their lives were too short, but they were filled with love and joy.

There were too many special adoptions to count. These come to mind: Sparrow, Chief, Milo, Mac-aroni, Squish Buddy, Eddie, Nico, Riley, Mason & Ariel, Alfie & Chini, Copper & Kiwi, Missy, Porsche, and Mojo, too.

And the puppies…so many puppies:

Timmy, Wyatt, and Cici


Humphrey

The Creams

Bonnie and Clyde

Laverne and Shirley

Irish’s litter of eight

The Doodle Boys

A girl named Journey

And now…can it be…

Yup. Six adorable Chocolate Labs who arrived before Christmas.

Guardian angels watched over us.
Our friend Tatia went to work on Mosul Dam in Iraq and came home safely.

Our team leader, Judy, met another in a long series of challenges, greeting it as she greets everything – with optimism and sheer determination.

And our top dog learned to down and stay – the hard way. But all is well.

Our faces became more black, brown, and spotted – but each heart was filled with gold.

Here’s to completing second chapters for the pups who will ring in the New Year with us – and the hundreds more we will meet in 2018.

Happy New Year! Thank you for spending 2017 with me. I’m grateful for you all.

Dog Lessons from Gardening

After six years at the rescue and a lifetime of furry companions, it seems to me that the mistakes I have made in the Memorial Garden mirror the mistakes we sometimes make as pet parents. Here are a few dog lessons learned from gardening.

Acting impulsively.

When we began the garden back in 2011-2012, I was so anxious to get it started that I went to the nursery repeatedly and loaded up the truck without a real understanding of the plants’ new home, how they would pair, or what they needed to thrive. I look back at the pictures of early plantings and sigh; so many were lost. It was a waste of time, effort, and money not to mention the sacrifice of their poor plant lives.

Bringing home a new dog companion should not be based on a whim – or on pity – but a well-thought-out decision based on your lifestyle and level of commitment. Gardens bounce back from our mistakes. Dogs – not so much.

Choosing based on looks not fit.

Walking through a nursery, it’s so easy to be enticed by a gorgeous plant in full bloom. The question is: do you have the right environment and dedication to its long-term care? Will you be there when it flops and needs to be divided? If it requires extra feedings, or watering, or pruning to be its best – will you make the time?

Don’t fall for a dog based on looks – especially a young dog. Think hard about what its needs are now and will become over time. Don’t overlook obvious issues that you are not prepared to address.

Ignoring instructions.

Plant labels, reference books, online resources; the information is there at our fingertips. Failure to research, or worse – ignoring the plain facts presented – is a recipe for gardening disappointment.

Not all dogs come with information. Little or nothing may be known about a dog coming from a shelter. But you can read about breeds or consult with your veterinarian to understand what dog type is best for you as a start. If the dog is a rescue dog, there should be a behavioral assessment at a minimum. Learn all you can before making your commitment to understand if the dog’s personality traits and needs are a good fit for your own.

Not preparing.

There is more to gardening success than sticking a plant in the ground. You have to consider your plants’ unique needs and prepare the soil in advance. Think holistically about the garden’s needs: match environment with best companions that will grow together over time.

Preparing your home and gaining the support of the entire family is essential when bringing home a new dog (that includes considering the feelings of the fur friends that are already there). Your kids who say they will take responsibility: really? Do you have the space and security for your new friend to safely run, play, and thrive?

Right Plant; Wrong Place.

Even the best soil, sun, water may be wrong for a particular plant. A native, drought-tolerant plant placed in an enriched bed perfect for flowering roses will quickly perish from over-feeding and over-watering.

Great dogs are surrendered all the time because they found themselves in the wrong home. Taking the time to think things through will save them – and you – heartache down the road.

Overcrowding.

Those tiny starts need room to grow. Good company that is well-spaced can provide companionship – even needed protection – but failure to give those roots enough room to grow will stress all.

Bringing a new dog home without a proper introduction or the quality time to devote to each is a recipe for unhappy relationships. Pragmatism is as important as your big heart and good intentions.

Impatience.

A garden takes time to mature. It requires encouragement, editing, and constant refining as it reveals itself over time. Notice something struggling? Don’t give up too soon. Review its needs. Has something changed in the environment? Is a shift in your care required? Does it just need some time? Patience is almost always rewarded.

Did you bring home that perfect dog that found itself homeless through no fault of its own? Lucky you! But that dog wasn’t born that way. Someone put a lot of time and effort into making it so. Expect that any dog will require some degree of training – and that training will require patience and time to take hold. What you get out of a dog is a direct reflection of what you put in. And it does not happen overnight.

Seeking perfection.

A garden is a living, breathing and ever-changing thing. Learn to live with imperfections. Without them, there would be no growth.

Dogs, like people, are also imperfect. Work on the things that matter; accept the things that don’t. Love them regardless.

Trying to do it all yourself.

I have learned so much from my fellow gardeners. They inspire and challenge me, and keep my skills moving forward. Asking for help and input ensures a speedier and better outcome, and creates a community of support.

Even the best dog whisperer benefits from shared experiences and lessons learned. Because each dog has had different life experiences, what works for one dog may not work with another. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. The time spent in training will strengthen the bond between you and your dog – and maybe even other humans.

How Did It Get To Be So Late?

“How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?”
~ Dr. Seuss

The Calendar says “December.” I knew it was coming; even wished it so. But it arrived so quickly.

The valley fog has set in.


We had our first real rain.

The leaves have nearly finished falling; the beds are all raised; the bulbs – nearly 500 of them – are all planted.

The Dahlias are lifted and stored for the winter. And the best indications of the season’s close are my aching knees, the tired bees…

and the stack of garden magazines by my bedside for inspiration. For gardeners – winter is for imagining. Sometimes, our plans are larger than our reality. And sometimes, not.

Last October, the front entry was a barren stretch of dirt.

The weeds had been killed off. The ground covered with cardboard, leaf mulch, and dirt mixed with compost to “cook” for the better part of a season. Some tiny starts were installed late in the fall so their roots might grow strong before spring (Ceanothus, Lavatera, Smoke Tree, Lupine, Iris, Crepe Myrtle, Barberry, and Iceberg roses).

This was the design that I thought might take two or three years to reach maturity.

In the spring, I added Lavender, Asters and Miscanthus grass divides. And one season later, the bed exceeded all of my expectations.


The bed has created a perfect surround for the remembrance tree that our president and her father crafted with the original tags of dogs who have come through our doors on their journeys home.


In the garden, I have learned the benefits of patience. If you can clear a bed, fill it with good soil and nutrients, and let it rest for a season, the reward may be more than you imagined.


So it was with Ariel and Mason.

These two very special senior citizens – a bonded pair – have been waiting a long while for their forever home. They were both of advanced age and in need of medical attention when their human passed. Destined for a shelter, their odds were not good. An area partner intervened and recognized how much they needed each other. Placing this mismatched pair would take some time…something we could, thankfully, provide to them. We thought we found the right place once, but a little misunderstanding about the purpose of chickens put a quick end to that.

Still, they kept the faith and waited patiently. This week, they went home with a longtime volunteer. We could not have picked a better human for them if we had imagined one all winter long.

Happy lives to you two. We sure are going to miss you around here!