Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A Tribute to Ralphie


When we first got Ralphie, he was covered in skin disease and a full pound lighter than his two foster siblings, George and Peaches. He also had ridiculous overbite that made him look like a little cartoon character. So we named him after my husband's old dog, Ralphie, who had a fairly messed up grill and was a unique character to say the least.

Luckily, although he still has his goofy beak face, Ralphie (now named Moose) is a big, healthy guy enjoying a loving new home that appreciates his very special qualities and big personality. Thank you so much to his new adoptive family who saw the same thing that we did in this funny little guy.







A Tribute to Georgie

I thought I'd post a few of my favorite pics of Georgie now that he's off to his new forever home, and settling in to his new identity as Malu. And I must admit, if George should be named after anything, it should undoubtedly be a wild-haired football player. Cheers to George and his new home!













Persistence pays off...

Malu really really wants to sleep in Dixie's bed or as close as possible to her. But when he tries, Dixie gets up and walks away, looking at me with a skeptical look (if dogs can be skeptical). Yesterday, after about 12 tries of flinging his body over Dixie's in the bed, Malu finally got his chance to snuggle.

Malu (formerly known as George) explores his new home


Malu likes to shadow his big sister Dixie everywhere she goes. And his favorite toy appears to be Dixie or whatever toy she is playing with. Sometimes he'll abandon any toy he has, dive towards Dixie's toy and then roll directly onto his back in submission.

Hello Moose

I just wanted to make an introduction. Here is Moose - aka the puppy formerly known as Ralphie - in his new yard. I was lucky enough to take him home two days ago and couldn't be happier about it! Moose now has a new big sister dog that he desperately wants to make friends with, but he is missing George and Peaches a lot!

Monday, September 28, 2009

Aerosmith Peach

This is Peaches doing her best Steven Tyler. "WALK THIS WAY! TALK THIS WAY!"

Kitty Eats the Peach

Peaches loves cats. She played kissy face with a very nice cat named Furbs over at my brother-in-law's house last night. And Furbs was happy to just sit there and accept the friendly licking and sniffing.

Peaches has been trying to continue her feline love affair at home with Kitty today. She's gotten in a handful of very sweet licks to the head, but unfortunately most of them have been met with indifference at best, or tiger bites at worst. Too bad she doesn't know that this is essentially how his relationship goes with all of us, so that she doesn't take it too personally.

In the meantime, I'm sure she'll continuing trying while submissively tucking in her little tail, as she bows down to the real head of the house. It's also pretty cute that both her and the cat are the exact same size right now. But without her brothers, George and Ralphie, she's just no match for the wrath of Kitty.

And Then There Was One

In the last 24 hours, we have gone from a 3-puppy home to a 1-puppy home . . . that remaining puppy being sweet Peach.


Both Ralphie (possibly to be renamed Moose) and Georgie (now named Malu, after Troy Polamalu of the Steelers and USC) went home with their new families yesterday. Both boys now have older sisters who will be able to keep them in check and show them the ropes.


As difficult as it was to let the boys go, a sudden and blissful calm has washed over our home. Interestingly, without additional siblings to compete with for food and attention, Peaches simply can't create the constant frenzy that all three were able to maintain. She was a perfect guest while we visited at a family member's house last night, even rolling over and submitting for their cat. And she happily and quietly slept through the night alone in her crate last night.

The daily pace that we've had to maintain around here has now been cut in half. Whew.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Look Who Got His Pit Bull Ears! . . . and Then Some.

A few days ago we noticed that one of George's ears would randomly stand straight up on end when he turned his head certain ways. And we thought that was goofy and endearing.

Well, now things are just down-right hilarious. Both of George's ears are now standing perfectly straight up together like bunny rabbit ears. With his little round head and serious eyes, he almost looks like a little miniature person with a head wrap.

I've provided multiple examples of this here to assure you that this is not merely the result of a strong gust of wind or a timely head tilt.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Picture Perfect

The gang keeps growing and somehow they still manage to pose for almost every picture. Today they kept piling on top of one another as though they were a group of Calvin Klein models asked to improvise and snuggle.

It's been a busy couple of weeks, so some retroactive pictures and posts will be on their way shortly! Stay tuned.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

A Busy Buster Puppy Day!

Today, all of the various puppy foster parents gathered their fuzzy broods over at Joanie's house to meet some prospective adoptive families. It was a very busy and stimulating day for the little guys and gals, complete with time spent romping over and under the downed tree in the yard, and getting some quality time in with the big dogs. Above is Georgie getting up close and personal with one of Joanie's many dogs, Lila, a big beautiful Argentinian Dogo. Georgie alternated between kissing other dogs and bolting across the yard like a wild man (below).

Everybody was pretty much in a coma by the end of the day, which was awesome for us!

Above is Kate, a potential adopter, who is clearly going to have a hard time choosing among some very friendly pups. Below is Jasper, one of the other foster pups, doing his best to make new friends.

And below are Peaches (on the left) and her brother Baxter, with his big wrinkles and white booties, exploring the puppy-sized crawl spaces beneath the dead tree in the yard.