A Chance Encounter

Henry discovered a handsome ten year old Bishon  Frise while out walking. The Bishon's mama, Becky, and Henry's mama (that would be me) started talking dogs.  Becky is convinced Henry is part Bishon due to the curly tail, the fur and the tummy spotting. That is fine with me since her pup is a darling little fellow.

Here is the lovely but startling story - Becky found a matted, bedraggled and dirty white stray and caught the lost dog.  I think the pup she caught is the pup to the left.  The stray was frightened and nervous, and after attempting to get her cleaned up at a groomer - an unfortunate failure  - (she bit the groomer) Becky turned to Whittier P.D. for help.  They said they would take her to Downey Rescue.  Guess what!  That was one year ago.  Just when Henry's birth mom turned up at Downey Rescue frightened, nervous, matted, bedraggled and dirty. They named her Chloe. I believe a link to Henry's past has been discovered!


It was a pleasure to be able to tell Becky the next section of Chloe's story.  Downey Rescue did not know that Chloe was pregnant (neither did Becky) until the matting was cut off.  It was that thick and bad.  After a radical trim,  it was apparent that there was more to the underfed wanderer than a single dog. Chloe had four pups in her litter: Anouk, Bobboo, Pontouf - and of course, Henry.

I was able to tell Becky about the other pups and about Deb from the rescue. Deb took the mama into her house giving her and the litter their first comfortable home - at least in recorded history. Deb's living room was completely transformed to a dog friendly enclosure.  It was obvious that all the pups thrived in that loving environment.

I see Deb now and then and we both wonder about all those other pups.  They were all adopted.  They were each adorable and deserving of the best of homes. 

A heartfelt thank you from Henry and his human, Sue, to the Debs of the world and to the Beckys too.  Without Becky, Deb could not have performed her magic on Henry's family. 

Finally, to all of you pups out there searching for your story - you never know when it will be completed by a chance encounter.  Keep sniffing those other dogs! Your story is out there somewhere.

Cousin Daisy Mae

Explain to me how a dog can be adopted as a pup and then left behind when the family moves - in the winter no less - and without care.  Daisy Mae is now Henry's new cousin.  Her owners left her behind. 

As it happens, Daisy Mae is a most lucky pup!  She fell into the hands of Roger and Karrie who live on the Toutle River near Mt. St. Helens.  Daisy is still feeling pretty hyper and disoriented, but when she settles down she will realize she has discovered her gold mine.  Talk about two softies!  This is one lucky pooch.

Miss Daisy has now been chipped so she will find her way home no matter what.  She has her shots - and has an appointment next week to go in for surgery.  Shhh.  She has not heard the down side of responsible adoption.

Roger says that Daisy Mae has a thing for the fireplace.  I'm not sure what that means,  but she certainly looks large enough to block the heat output very efficiently.