Hello from Riley and his resident humans
Hello! I'm very happy to have found this forum. I've volunteered with a dog rescue for seven years, our group specializes in pulling pets from rural county shelters, working with an awesome complex transporation network and testing, training and overall preparing and training rescue dogs in Ohio. I've not had as much time for it in the last year but hope history more this year now that oldest child drives. She picked a minivan over a full size truck to she could transport more furries to events. My younger child can't be around most dogs for more then a day or two so helping our rescue is a great way to get our doggie fix.
Four years ago I got an email blast about a standard poodle two hours away that needed to be surrended/rehomed within 24 hours. My office mom was a life long poodle enthusiast, always singing the praises of poodles, I was coding on my first house and heard the fates calling. I'll never forget pulling into the parking lot, seeing my gorgeous poodle boy Riley and wondering how I'd made this happen. He came complete with airport crate, clippers, shears, more gear than pup. I felt so bad for his mom, we stayed in touch to ease his transition and help her feel better. Gear, pup, son and I barely fit it all in my Honda to get home. He'll never leave us and has been a great sibling to my kids and welcoming committe to dogs we take for the weekend for events, respite foster, etc.
Two years ago I was picking up a pitiful,skin and bones, standard our group had just pulled for my now retired office mom to foster. Bella was so nervous she puked on my daughter before the car moved, and by the time we got home her foster mom had had to rush her own standard to the hospital with convulsions and wasn't going to be able to take her. She was such a mess I had to take her in. I spent hours picking off bugs as the shelter had given her a topical too weak to work but too strong for another treatment. She would only eat in a dark room with everyone else two rooms away, wouldn't play with toys or my dog, and was so skinny she was all angles. She stayed in a tight little ball on my bedroom floor rarely daring to wander. I was so mad at who ever let her get that bad. A few weeks later my mom, a no nonsense toughie who had been looking for a mastiff, came to visit. My mom she took Bella for a visit to her house to see my Grandfather,then called back to say Bella wanted to spend the night, and was soon asking for adoption paperwork. I'm not sure if she's my sister or my dog's cousin.