It was a pure coincidence that 2 BT’s were runner ups in the Wild Dingo Big News contest. And since Dozer and Dotti haven’t sent me a photo of their derriere for their jodhpur fittings, I had to go ahead and ship the custom made jodhpurs for Hubbles (who’s alias is Bougalou Bear) and Mack of Mack’s Mess. Wild Dingo is truly sorry for the delay in the fittings and shipping. Holidays, canine specialty activities (search and physical therapy) and clients (hmph!) took priority.
Macy was found as a puppy by a rescuer at a gas station one day. Nobody knew how she got there or who owned her, but they knew she’d been living htere for a few days. The gas station owner didn’t like workers feeding her, so the rescuer took Macy to a vet and gave her her shots and spayed her.
Currently Macy is in a temporary foster care in the San Francisco area and desperately needs to find another foster home soon. You see, Macy presents some challenges with fear. She’s not an aggressive dog, but extremely fearful outside the home. In the home she’s quite loving an playful. Outside the home, Macy finds everything fearful, motorcycles, trashcans, loud cars, children and more. In my amateur opinion, Macy is most likely entering that adolescent stage where she is now becoming “aware” of everything, whereas puppies are less aware of their surroundings. It’s very common for dogs at this stage to be fearful of everything. It’s a difficult and trying stage for many people who get puppies from breeders at 8 weeks. It’s even harder for people who have rescued a dog because as we know, rescue dogs and puppies come with baggage. Continue reading “This is Macy”
Kelly needs a home. Bad. And of all the stories I’ve read lately this one reached out to me, so I’m posting it for my rescue story this week. And yes, I know there are many sad stories here of dogs in the United States. But we know better (at least our laws say we do). Taiwan has absolutely no animal cruelty laws, hence the need for help. There are many Americans* working abroad there in so many rescue organizations and are doing their best to educate and help control stray animal population as well as rescue and find homes for dogs and cats. Here’s is Kelly’s story, as forwarded to Wild Dingo.
Kelly has been a stray dog puppy with her mom in a village near a sandy beach since she was born. According to a villager living nearby, Kelly has been left alone since her mom was poisoned in April. She had to struggle for her living along the beach by begging food from the tourists. When the weather was bad, Kelly had nothing to eat because there were few visitors to the resort village. She had no other choice but to manage to survive by searching the leftover in the garbage damp if there was any.
Locke found a foster and possibly an adopting family! Wild Dingo is thrilled. Sugar’s mom, Crazy Lady, looked into fostering him, but he was already in route to fostering and adopting. Apparently the word “sucker” is written all over Crazy Lady so instead she got to foster this little guy to the right, Willy. Oh my, what a bundle of joy he is. Don’t you just want to squish that fabulous little face and never let it go? But seriously. This poor pup is 6 months old and has only known a cage his entire life. He’s shy and very fearful and will need lots of help bringing him around to become a confident, well-balanced dog. Crazy Lady is probably the right fit for him!
If you are at all interested in fostering a dog, please consider what it takes. Most of these rescue dogs come with a LOT of baggage. It takes time, experience and patience. Trust me, I thought I had what it takes because I had the dingo and all, but Loki showed me pretty fast that I had but a mere morsel of the talent it takes to handle a fearful/naughty dog like him. That I didn’t know a darn thing about dogs and I’m still learning. Continue reading “It’s Not All About Us”
Ok, I usually don’t do advertise too much specific rescues on my site, but when I saw this, I had to post it. This is Locke, a Formosan/Kelpie mix up for adoption on the AHAN Web site. Currently, Locke is in Taiwan. Yes, I know there are tons of dogs in the states that need adoption. But if you’re looking for a very smart, intelligent dog, albeit challenging as all working dogs are, this breed is for you.
In one of my old posts, Adventures of a Formosan Mountain Dog, a commenter, Chris, living in Taiwan writes “Most Taiwanese only want the imported dogs. It is so sad. They are such great dogs but everyone just treats them like a pest.” (That sounds like what they think of dingoes in Australia.)
Wild Dingo received a voice mail message from a person asking if I had any available Formosan dogs or where to get them. If only I had the answer. Formosan dogs seem to be replacing Pit Bulls and Chihuahuas as ‘the cool breed to own.’ And as much as I love this breed, I caution, if you don’t know what you’re getting into when you get a Formosan dog, you probably should either talk to those that have them or do some more research. They are high-energy, high-drive, working dogs who need their brains worked constantly. If you don’t have the capacity to do this, then you’ll probably have a dog who acts out and gets into a little trouble.
From what I read, Formosan dogs are very rare and it’s unlikely you’ll find a pure bred Formosan. It’s more likely you’ll get a mixed breed Formosan. Loki is not full Formosan and is definitely part German Shepherd. I made the educated guess that he is also part Formosan from his build and his temperament (high drive, working dog, similar to the GSD). He has a triangular head, muscular body shape, long legs and no belly hair just like a Formosan dog, but his markings and large ears are definitely GSD. But he’s definitely part Formosan based on his build and temperament. It seems Formosan temperaments are similar to GSD’s in terms of herding, guarding and high-working drives. Continue reading “Formosan Dogs: The Next Trend since Pit Bulls and Chihuahuas”
In 1866, Henry Bergh, New York aristocrat, witnessed a cart horse being abused by its owner. At a town hall meeting in New York, Berh pleaded on behalf of “these mute servants of mankind” and impressed attendees with a story of a family delightfully watching a bullfight which ended in a brutal stabbing of the helpless animal. He went on to include horrific stories of cockfighting and slaughterhouses. The success of his speech and the number of dignitaries that signed his “Declaration of the Rights of Animals” chartered a society to protect animals. His charismatic personality convinced politicians of his purpose and thus the ASPCA, The American Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals®, was incorporated April 10, 1866. Continue reading “April is Prevention of Cruelty to Animals Month”
A few people have asked me why I have a dog like Loki (that’s him to the right as an older puppy rescued last year before coming to his final home here). Meaning: why I chose a behaviorally-challenged dog (to put it politely). People who meet him sometimes misunderstand him. He’s a talker and has a lot of anxiety, most of which is beginning to subside. But it takes a lot of work. His story before coming to foster care and eventually to me wasn’t good. In fact, it was downright awful.
Then I find out about stories like Precious, a GSD who was horrifically abused. I won’t reiterate it on this blog, as you can read about it in the link. (Warning: the story may cause a salt water flood to pour out of your eyes.) Suffice it to say, Precious’ story is a lot worse than Loki’s story.
Last Sunday, I broke down and got him his own dog. Not for Mr. Wild Dingo but for Loki. Just so I’d have a few free moments to myself instead of playing tug with him 24/7. Husky owner, Jim (owner of Loki’s favorite chew toy Vushkey) planted a little seed in my ear “Come by the adoption fair,” he said. And there I saw her: one year of age, amber eyes, a fluffy 50 lbs of soft feathers and confectionery sugar, playful as a kitten and so pretty.
Isn’t she gorgeous? Those amber eyes, that raccoon face. And you haven’t even seen her tail. All I need to do is spray some pledge on it and walk around the house saying nice things to her while she happily (“waggingly”) follows me. Unlike a certain dominating German Shepherd Formosan Mountain dog, she happily greets everyone wagging and kissing. Just sweet as cotton candy. I think her middle name will be Belle because she’s so pretty and sweet.
Anyway, here’s what sweet cotton candy can do to a door when you take the Formosan Mountain dog for his walk without her (because she had a little limp in her front paw that day) and lock her in the house.
It’s no secret that I like all animals, specifically dogs. I like all breeds of dogs: big, small, smart, not-so-smart, silly, dignified, long hair, short hair. But I go ga-ga for small dogs: Shitzu’s, terriers, Pomeranians, Maltese and Benji-like mutts. Something about them tugs at my heart strings. Scott doesn’t prefer smaller breeds so we both agreed to have two medium sized dogs, roughly 30-45 lbs, Maggie’s size.
In January, I offered to adopt Marceau, a terrier that Marscat and Ippoc promoted on their blogs. I wasn’t ready to adopt so soon after losing Maggie in November, but his story was so heart breaking that even Scott, who doesn’t prefer small dogs, encouraged me to adopt him. But after interviewing with the foster, I was told that my house was too big and we had too much property in Santa Cruz mountains for Marceau. I think the foster mom thought I was going to use Marceau as a guard dog for my meth lab here in the mountains.