Years Covered in White Hairs: July 2013

So word is that Manny went to his new home Sat afternoon!!! Much to my mild surprise as due to overcrowding he had not made it into the public areas where would-be adopters could view him. Which means his adopters either came looking for him specifically based on seeing him online, or were one of the couples who met him when I walked him in the lobby earlier Sat.

Manny in the exercise yard Sat.

Brenna and I are very curious about who adopted Manny, but as adopter information is private we may never know. There was one very nice couple who were interested in him when I walked him, and someone on facebook who expressed interest. It doesn't surprise me that he got adopted. It's a rare half starved stray who knows sit, shake, down, and walks great on leash. Not to mention is well mannered with other dogs and people. So it was a numbers game until he found a home.

Sadly my fellow shelter volunteers didn't manage to get photo op like we got with Ned this Sat, but that's pretty much how it works as a shelter volunteer. You work with a dog to get them ready to be adopted and see them regularly for weeks at a time. Then they are gone and hopefully you'll never see them again.


Ned and his new owner

Thank you to everyone who forwarded Manny's blog post, the shelter workers who took him in, vets/vet techs who patched him up, and the volunteers who walked him and kept an eye on him for me.

PS- Brenna is very relieved that Manny has found a new home, and that she can abandon her plan to move into a hotel room for some peace and quiet in the event she came home one day to a third dog. Sam is happy because he'd miss her....

PPS- About a month after this post I became facebook friends with Many's new owner.

On Monday, a stray dog was hanging out by the dumpster behind our row of condos. It stared hungrily through the car window, watching Brenna as she drove by on her way to a meeting at work.

All of its ribs were showing. A long, unsecured tether stretched out behind it. No human was around.

Brenna got that unpleasant feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you know you're about to do the right thing, and you know it's going to be a pain in the butt.

That dog would move on if nobody fed it soon. There were a lot of places nearby where an exhausted, starving dog could curl up on a hot day, and hope to wake up to something better.

And maybe never get up.

So she called Sam.

That may sound like cowardice, but the truth is that Sam is the dog person in the family. The idea of rescuing a stray would make Sam's day. And he'd know how to do it. Whereas the idea of rescuing a stray makes that unpleasant feeling in Brenna's gut settle in for the long haul.

With a little bit of food in hand, Sam led it to our backyard. It was emaciated. Its ears were chewed up, probably from flies. Somebody had tied a rope around its neck. The rope had rubbed its skin raw over the white patch on its chest, probably from the dog's effort to escape. It had other wounds, too - a cut here, a scratch there. It had ticks and fleas.

And then, there were those ribs.

Shit.

This dog is a survivor.

In spite of the obvious neglect, the dog was also very friendly. He didn't cower from Sam in the manner of a dog used to physical violence. If anything, he demonstrated an easy going, "Sure, dude, whatever you say," kinda nature, even when Scamper (aka Little Miss Mayhem) let it be known she didn't like having a strange dog in HER backyard. Indy objected loudly to not being able to greet the new dog properly. (Admittedly said greet would last 5-10 seconds then the dog would be uninteresting...)

After some water and food, the dog followed Sam eagerly enough into the car. It knew how to walk on a leash. It knew how to sit.

Sam drove it to San Jose Animal Care, where he volunteers regularly. While it seemed unlikely anybody would claim the dog (without serious questions about animal neglect, anyway), the dog clearly needed medical attention and more care then we could give it during the week.

Besides, we can't afford to bond with a third dog. Where would we put it? WE CAN'T ADOPT THIS DOG, DAMMIT.

So we called it Dog X. You don't have to worry about bonding with something called Dog X, right?

Over the next week, Sam followed the dog through his contacts at the shelter. The dog was eating. The dog was getting de-flea-ed. The dog was getting medical care. The dog was getting some dental work. The dog was getting its behavioral tests. The dog was getting fixed.

Then, yesterday, it was official.

The dog had passed all its tests. The dog was adoptable.

Here. Take a look. http://www.petharbor.com/pet.asp?uaid=SNJS.A842448

They had the nerve to name it Manny. How Dare They.

Then, today, against her better judgment, Brenna joined Sam when he went in for his volunteer shift at the shelter. Against her better judgment, she took some photos of the two of them together.