My mom isn’t feeling very good today, so we did the one thing that always cheers her up; visit the beach. We go there a lot because there’s lots of room to run around, tons of dogs to meet, and lots of things to sniff.
I have discovered that I don’t mind the water all that terribly when I’m just splashing around in the waves. Not only is it not as cold, but there are fun things floating around that I can snatch up, like seaweed. My mom likes to snoop through the sand and shallows for pieces of smooth glass and shells. She found this really neat thing that kind of looked like a ball, but with a hole in the middle. It smelled like salt and made me sneeze. It was something called a sea merchin, if that means anything.
A "Sea Merchin"
I also met two really big dogs. The first was a Shepard that really didn’t care too much about me. He really just want to chase his kong into the water. His parents were friendly though, even if they thought my name was Brutus. There was also a big, black lab who was all on his own. He must have come down from one of the various houses on the shore. He wanted to make sure I was taking over his territory. It was a fun little adventure today.
Today my mom and I decided to hang out with our friend Lauren at The Loyal Biscuit. It’s always fun because A.) I get lots of yummy treats from Lauren and Bill, B.) I always get tons of attention, and C.) I get to meet a lot of new dogs that like to play. My mom likes to go because she can chat with Lauren and drool over all of the cute things.
Like all these cute collars!
I always greet Lauren with lots of tail wagging and wiggles. She likes to sneak me some of the broken lamb patties and free samples. Today she decided to play fashion show and have me try on some new collars.
How does it look?
I also met three really sweet pups. The first two were Italian Greyhounds named Taylor and Zephyer. They were both full of energy and wanted to play. Zephyer is a dog after my own fashionable heart. He went home with a very cute red sweater.
The third pup was a perfectly quaffed poodle. She had a sweet green bow in her hair. It was an exhaustively fun visit. Happy “loyal” tail wags!
One of the tricks my mom likes me to perform is “shake” where I sit and give my mom my paw. I always give her my right paw, so I guess that makes me a righty. And I’m not alone. A study (my mom said that’s like an obedience test of sorts where they ask humans or animals to perform different tasks) was conducted at the Queen’s University, Belfast (or in dog speak: a place that would take awhile to swim to) to see if cats preferred one of their paws. 42 cats were given three tasks:
1. Tuna was placed in a narrow mouthed jar for the cat to reach for.
2. A mouse toy on a piece of string was hung above the kitty’s head.
3. The same mouse toy was pulled in front of the cat.
The results are that female cats tend to be right pawed while male cats use their left paw.
We have been having some technical issues at our home, so I haven’t been able to post anything new in a few days. I don’t really understand these things called computers anyway. You would think, something so expensive and shiny would last awhile, especially since my mom never lets me chew on it! It’s just another human thing I don’t understand.
I’ve been busy hanging out with my friends and trying to stay cool in all of this humidity. It’s been tough, but Beau, Teal and Shadow are staying up by one of those big watery things humans call “lakes” and they invited me up to hang out with them. Of course my mom took me swimming. She claimed it would cool me off, but all it did was make me very wet and agitated. I must admit, I was cooler, but it wasn’t very fun.
I also went to the beach with my buddy Leo. This time it was the saltier version of a lake, I think the humans call it an “ocean.” I enjoyed that a little bit more because I splashed around in the shallows and tried to get Leo to play with me. He seemed far more concerned with wanting to go shopping, not swimming. I was introduced to a rather ornery hermit crab who wanted nothing to do with us. I think it would be fun to carry your home around on your back. At least it would be easy for nap time.
I also visited my favorite park at the Rockport harbor. I made tons of new friends. First there was Clover. She was all wet and sandy from a swim at the beach.
When my mom dragged me down to the beach to try and coax me to swim (she’s really insistent sometimes) I met two really sweet dogs named Rufus and Nellie. Nellie was shy (but a great swimmer).
There were also two puppies that came out to enjoy the bit of breeze we had that day. The first was Mikey, a three month old Standard Poodle. He was really fun to play with! There was also a Labradoodle named Cinnamon.I love going to the park.
Because I am so adorable and sweet, my mom often gets asked where someone could adopt a fur babe like me. She declines from refering them to the breeder I came from because it wasn’t a very nice place. That often leaves her without an answer because not many places (breeders, shelters, etc) have Yorkipoos. We’re what the humans call a “designer” breed. My family jokes around that I’m just a glorified mutt. Since we’re kind of new to the dog world, there aren’t a lot of us around, so we can sometimes be hard to find; until now.
There is now a virtual rescue organization, called the Poo-Mix Rescue, that specializes in “poo” (or poodle) breeds such as Yorkipoos, Cockapoos, Schnoodle, etc. They work to place pooches that are in need (sometimes urgently) of homes. Some of the Yorkipoos looking for homes are:
On one of my favorite blogs to visit, Phetched, the author often talks about a nonprofit group she volunteers for called the Coalition to Unchain Dogs. I checked out the site, and I must say, if I was a human (and lived in North Carolina) I would definitely get involved. But since I am of the cute and cuddly variety and not hairless and two-legged, I thought I would spread the word instead.
The Coalition to Unchain Dogs does exactly what it says in their name. They work to provide dogs, who have to be chained up in their yards, fenced in yards to allow them the ability to run and play. They have freed over 200 dogs so far.
You see, us pups are really like human babies. We need to be stimulated and kept busy or else we become extremely stressed and bored. Of course, that doesn’t mean constant supervision and play, we all need naps once and awhile. And, I like to watch my neighbors from time to time, that keeps me very entertained. When a pooch is put out on a chain, they don’t get the stimulation they need, especially if the chain is too short. A chain can also become embedded around the neck or legs. The American Veterinary Medical Association (my mom said they’re like a group of puppy doctors. I like my puppy doctor!) says that chaining a dog can lead to aggressive behavior and chained dogs are 2.8 times more likely to bite or attack.
So, how can you help? Well, if you live in North Carolina or are moving there, maybe think about volunteering. If you’re like me and live too far that even a fast run won’t get you there, you can donate or shop (something I’m very good at!).
A few days ago, my mom entered me in another one of the various contests she finds through the internet. This time, it’s a photo contest that relies on people’s votes. So, if you would like to help me win $5,000 (most to probably be spent at The Biscuit) click here and vote, vote, vote. You can also enter your cute fur children too! I love a little friendly competition.
My dear friend Lauren and her furry faced man friend Bill are looking for a new home for their cat Solah. She has been living at their store, which is where we first met. Solah is very friendly, at least as cats go, an didn’t mind me sniffing or licking her. She really liked my mom petting her, so I guess she is dog and human friendly. Lauren has said that Solah doesn’t like other cats, so I guess she would have to be in a home where she is the only cat.
If you are looking for a fur child to adopt, give Solah a thought and check out more information by clicking here.
As always, my mom’s trips through this thing called the internet always lead to something interesting and dog related. Today, she informed me of this amazing pooch named Popeye, so I just had to check it out.
Popeye is a foster dog with Walkin’ the Bark Rescue located in California. My mom explained to me that a foster dog is a pup that needed a little extra help that places like animal shelters do not have the time to give. So, these foster dogs are placed in homes where they can get the attention and care they deserve. Like most foster pups, he’s looking for his forever home. But, there is something very unique about this Basenji, he only has his two front legs. He was found in Taiwan (my mom pointed that out to me on a map, but if it’s too far to go to on a walkie I don’t really know where it is) where he had been hit by a one of those frighteningly loud things called a motorcycle. The accident cause him to lose the control of his hind legs, bladder and bowels. He was brought into the US and taken care of by an incredibly dedicated foster mom.
Popeye’s continuing story, as well as his foster mom’s is extremely inspiring. To see this little pup transform into a year old pooch who can roll along in is Doggone Wheels cart just as well as any other pooch can run on four legs makes my puppy heart soar. I wish that some day I could met Popeye and tell him just how much that he means, not only to us pups, but for the countless humans who can see this happy, carefree pooch and know that they can be just as carefree too.
If you would like to help Popeye, you can send donations here or if any of you humans know a family looking to take in this spunky dog into a forever home, his petfinder page is here.