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Link to Buddy's TV Debut

http://www.wbtv.com/story/32280418/paralyzed-boston-terrier-overcoming-all-obstacles-even-swimming?clienttype=generic&sf29446959=1

(Cut and paste into your browser and will take you to WBTV GOOD NEWS program today by Kristen Hampton)

Squirrel

Every day I take my dogs on a walk through a wooded area.  Today Shanti was leading, walking in front, Sam was riding the golf cart, with me and Buddy was close behind in his wheelchair in his own world.

As Shanti runs ahead to lead, the golf cart spooked a large squirrel and it darted across the path and slammed right into Shanti's front leg.  It tripped her up, and the squirrel tumbled and was dazed for an instant.  I knew it was over for this squirrel.  Shanti shook her leg and never glanced at the squirrel being the oh-so-great hunter that she is today.  She just kept marching right along, happy to be on a walk.  My black beauty queen isn't about to chase her dinner.

Seeing this all unfold before us, I knew for sure Sam would be hot on that squirrel's tail.  But alas, it was HOT outside mom, Sam is hefty, with a lazy streak. He looked at me as if to say "must I"?  He didn't.

I didn't worry about "Blind Buddy" seeing it.  While he IS my only hunter in the pack, he has weak retinas and was blind when I adopted him (juvenile cataracts- had surgery and doing fine but not great vision).  And he is in a wheelchair now.  And he didn't see it. But just as we got close to home, one darted in front of him and it was on. He was in HOT pursuit, rackity wheelchair a rollin after the grey squirrel as it dashed up a tree.  Buddy rammed the tree, but did not attempt to climb it and just flip his wheelchair like he has before.  But he had it treed and that is what counts. Good boy.

A great feel good rescue story.

https://www.facebook.com/TrevDon/videos/10153572401962896/


Rescue. Adopt. Feel good.

The life of a dog parent...

I return from my vacation, ready to meet and greet my babies as I have missed them. And so the story goes:

1.  I let Buddy out when I arrive and his NEW wheelchair literally falls apart and dumps him into the flower bed.

2.  Go down the NEW handicap ramp built for Buddy, slip and fall. Buddy has accidently pooped on it, my slippers hit it and slidding I went.

3.  I put Shanti's seizure meds in her food, she walked away and Sam ate all her food while I was not looking. He has slept all day. 

4. We go for a ride in my truck (I upgraded to a 4 -door so everyone can have space) and they all insisted on cramming upfront (Shanti likes to growl at anyone near her).

5. I put Buddy into his backup wheelchair (also brand new) and he flips it off the handicap ramp and has to be rescued.

Yep, it is good to be home!

(Mom why are you sitting upfront crowding us when you have room in the back?  PS- I licked the opening in your coffee cup- and yes, I ate my own poop this morning)

Harvey Sidney Lutins Obit 1928-2015 and a dog named RICKY

Harvey was my father's attorney in Roanoke, VA.  He had a reputation for winning and my family liked him a lot.  I heard his name often but I don't think I ever met him.  He died November 2015, at the age of 87 and my mom saved his obituary from the paper.

Now this is not intended to be sad because he lived a very long life, a good life. He was loved by family and friends, and enjoyed a successful career.  My mom saved the article (see  The Roanoke Times November 3, 2015,  for full article on his life).

What was most interesting is what Harvey did, way back in 1962.  Ricky was a German Shepard Dog (innocent until proven guilty) in Giles County VA.  He was officially named Cartoman Cecil but everyone called him Ricky for short.  He was accused of killing a sheep and the courts ordered Ricky to be put down.

Now his owners were convinced of his innocence (we will never know the real truth), so they hired Harvey Lutins.  And Harvey argued the case all the way up to the US Supreme Court if you can believe that - but it's true.

The US Supreme Court charged the owner instead and Ricky got to live- the story making it to Times magazine.    Harvey was later quoted as saying, " You can kill a guy, electrocute him 17 times and not get the press you get with a dog". So true Harvey, so true.  Don't come between a man and his dog.

I hope Ricky  was with his sheep and got to thank Harvey in person, this past November. May they all rest or romp happily in peace.

The universal language of lust....

PIZZA.

It doesn't matter who you are, or where you are- when you see a pizza box being delivered we all turn our heads and watch who is getting pizza (and then wonder if we can have some).  Lucky dog.

I got an extra pizza last night and thought it would be a nice gesture to take to the vet office before my am appointment.  I probably looked like a delivery girl (hooded sweatshirt in the rain getting out of my unmarked truck without a dog).

Two clients looked me over (well more STARED at the pizza) and everyone watched me sit it down. The office staff watched as I placed it in a chair before giving it to a vet tech to share with the whole team.  Everyone was wondering who it was for, but no one asked.  Kinda like flowers being delivered I guess (Oh, I hope those are for me!).

So if you want to have doors opened for you, you want to be noticed, you want your presence desired....just carry a pizza box and smile.

Thank you to all the office staff, clean up crew, vet techs and veternarians that keep our animals healthy!