Two tick infested, giardi having puppies wandering the streets were saved a few days ago by a kind soul who dropped them at a vet’s office. Knowing how many backyard breeders there are the vet called a rescue group we volunteer for, and asked for help. Well, now they are in my loving care. These are my fifth and sixth foster siblings and boy are they needy.
When they first got here I didn’t know what to do. I thought my dad had brought me the most awesome stuffed toys that moved. Turns out they were sad little girls who needed a big sister and lots of love. The first day they slept in my mom and dad’s room in their crate. AND BOY were Lina and I grumpy. Really? Who are those interlopers in there! The next morning we got to see them in their crate. They were a little scared and would growl and bark… I was scared my nose was gonna get bit.
Later that day we sniffed each other through a cracked door. Nose to nose with a couple of kisses from the girls. I guess they were sweet. That evening we had the funnest play time I can remember. Well supervised by my dad to make sure we didn’t get to rough with them. That night we all slept good.
I’ll be posting stories and some tips for new puppies as best as I can, for fun pics of them please go to @fureverboxers on twitter.
The reason we’re calling it the Underground railroad is we are going to get them fixed, because we know the careless breeders who lost them without looking would not give them a loving fureverboxer home.
This is an amazing experience. We had previously owned a Boxer, his name was George, that we got when I was pregnant with my first son. We loved having him around and he was a great part of our family and is missed every day. We lost him on May 6, 2011. We went through our summer not really talking about getting another dog because we go away in our camper a lot and it’s not big enough for us to bring a dog with us. A friend had suggested that we foster, so I started researching the area and found the New Jersey Boxer Rescue. http://www.njboxerrescue.com. We asked all our questions and they addressed all of our concerns. They gave us a home visit, checked out our house, our personalities, our family, our property, our neighborhood (probably all the stuff they go through for adoptive families as well). That all went well. We got our first foster in mid-October. His name was General (my husband called him “The General”). What a completely awesome dog. He came to us because his family was getting separated and no one was moving to a place where dogs were allowed so he was surrendered to the rescue. He was so completely awesome that he was adopted within 2 weeks (just in time for us to go away for a weekend without having to worry having the Rescue kennel him for a weekend. Then, we got home from our weekend away, and got a call on Monday that there’s a deaf girl,all white boxer, about 6 years old who needs a foster home. She came to my house on Monday night and we fell in love. She doesn’t stop kissing. Because of her deafness, she’s extremely alert in other ways and wants to always be near us. We are still waiting for her to get adopted. We’ve had her since mid-November. I will miss her when she does get adopted, but I know that our home is not the best place for her. She needs a place where people are home more than we are during the day. Bianca was a stray, so we don’t know her history, but from the looks of her when we first got her, I can’t imagine it was a good history. I can’t even express the feeling of being able to assist in some way to the rescue of these dogs, and hope that I can continue for a long time to come.
One day after her surgery Harley was very lethargic, beyond normal. I put my finger in her mouth to give her her meds and it was very cool. She immediately went to the vet and I’m glad we did. One of Harley’s internal sutures must have sprung a leak and she was bleeding internally.
We took her to a 24 hour emergency vet and her RBC count dropped to 20 from 30….almost at a point where she needed a transfusion. Luckily a clot formed and now she is chomping at the bit trying to run around. We keep the plastic cone of shame on her and the drugs are helping keep her calm.
When you dog or cat gets fixed be sure to constantly monitor them…it could save their lives