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Business in a Perfect World

Tuesday, January 17th, 2012

In a Perfect World all of our furry domesticated friends, such as dogs and cats, would all have a loving family, a full belly, veterinary care, and a home.  But we do not live in a perfect world – far from it actually. 

Animal Rescue is almost a thankless job.  It is overwhelmingly positive each time an animal finds their “furever” home.  Yet at the same time it is just plain overwhelming to get through each day in this “business”. 

Although we are a charity – and animals are our “business” – we experience many expenses that any business might have.  There is insurance that has to be paid for, maybe even rent.  The phone bill, water bill, electricity, and internet all have to be paid for – as does heat and air-conditioning.  How about paying for shelter upkeep – new roof, hot water heater, fencing…  We also need supplies in order to carry-out our work – bleach, paper towels, mops, sponges, pens, paper, binders – not to mention computers, copiers, and printers…

Then we have the very specific needs when it comes to “supplies” for animal rescue – cages, dog beds, traps, cat toys, transportation, kitty litter, dog food, leashes, shampoo, carriers, scratching posts, collars, towels, blankets, litter pans, nail trimmers, brushes, dog coats, water bowls, veterinary bills – surgeries, vaccinations, lab tests, exams, x-rays, medication… 

We rely heavily on our supporters – volunteers and donors.  After all – in the absence of either of these groups – we would not be able to even exist much less carry out the work that we do.  Again we are a charity – a not-for-profit.  We don’t sell coffee, or trade your stocks, clean your pool, manufacture clothing, or park your car.  All we can really offer is a second chance for a dog or a cat.  That is “our business”.

With this “business” comes great joy, of course.  It also brings daily heartbreak since there is an endless number of animals that are in need – many of which we are not able to help.  EVERY DAY both of our locations get at least 100 requests for help – someone just found a cat, a neighbor is abusing their dog, they can no longer afford medical care for their cat, their mother just died and she had three dogs, a cat was just hit by a car, a wonderful dog is set to be euthanized at a kill shelter, they just found a bunch of kittens…  very sadly, the requests are infinite.  The help we are able to provide is, very sadly, relatively limited.           

In a Semi-Perfect World dogs and cats would have the law on their side, veterinary care would be free to all, and our shelter would be so huge that we would have a space for every single animal that needed our help – oh, and kibble would rain from the sky.  But again – that is not reality. 

We are a no-kill shelter.  Even Kill-Shelters have their own issues with over-crowding where even they cannot take in every animal that they may come across.  But with that type of shelter – new space is created to take in more animals on a daily basis.  They do this by euthanizing those dogs and cats that may have any type of medical condition, be a bit older, may be a bit less trusting due to years of abuse – and any dog or cat who has not been adopted in the three days they have been at the shelter – maybe in a week – maybe they give them up to a month sometimes.           

Again – Bobbi and the Strays IS A NO-KILL SHELTER. That means that once an animal comes into our care – they are in our care until they get adopted – sometimes for years – sometimes for life.  We have a set amount of space and resources for dogs and cats – and space cannot be freed or created to take in a new dog or cat until one actually gets adopted. 

We also may literally be a last chance for a dog who is otherwise very healthy but needs a simple surgery or a cat who simply needs daily medication.  We also get more than our fair share of animals that have been through years of abuse – ranging from simply being ignored their whole life, surviving on the rough streets of New York, used in dog-fighting, or are very sick because their medical condition was never properly treated – or much worse abuse.  These dogs and cats require extra care, funds, and attention and because of that may take even longer to be adopted. 

We do what we can.  To some – well, they know it is a lot.  To others – it may not seem like enough.  We understand someone’s frustration when they are only trying to help a stray they found or an animal they can no longer afford to keep.  We have all been there ourselves.  While one person may be trying to help one animal one day we, as an organization, are experiencing that frustration multiplied many times over on an every-day basis as we try to help as many animals as we can. 

While many people join us in celebrating our joy and happy tears when one of our wards is adopted into a loving home, it is disheartening when a few do not understand our frustrations, sadness, expenses, legal limits, and space restrictions…  They may scream at us and call us names, bad mouth us, and try to get others to stop volunteering for us or donating to our cause.  This is especially heartbreaking since it only further hurts the very dogs and cats they would like us to help as well as the animals that are already in our care.

We help as many animals that we are able to with the limited resources we have.  All we can do is try to remain positive and push through another day and then another and another.  The intelligent and beautiful dogs and cats that we open our hearts to keep us concentrated on our purpose – to find them loving homes for life.  So we keep pushing forward in a world that always seems to push back.  Ah – “business” in a world far from perfect…

Take a Penny, Give a Penny

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011
Story submitted by Emily Gilbert, a Bobbi and the Strays volunteer.
Penny was a used as a “bait” dog in illegal dog fighting. Most people know what this is. If you do not – the bait dog is usually chained, muzzled, and/or confined in some way so that another dog (the fighting dog) can attack it freely for what some cruel people deem as “sport”. Sometimes the bait dog will be used as a kind of prop in order to train a fighting dog to become even more aggressive during an actual dog fighting match.
Penny was seized by police during a dog-fighting raid and sadly, soon found herself on the euthanasia list at NYC’s Animal Care and Control – not that she hadn’t already been through enough. (At least her “owner” went to jail for animal cruelty.)
Luckily, Bobbi and the Strays pulled her from the ACC and gave her a second chance. While Penny did not bear physical scars, her emotional scars were very much apparent. She was extremely timid, yet sweet – never aggressive! She would cower in her cage seemingly afraid of the entire world. It always took her time to come out of her shell for newer people or newer places – but once she did she was all kisses and love. Being so shy for new people – she was repeatedly overlooked by potential adopters. Poor Penny went two years at the shelter without any interest.

Penny at an adoption event

When I met her, I knew immediately that she was special and just needed a patient person to draw out her personality and make her feel safe. 

Penny meeting some children at an adoption event

Six years prior to that my family had put our dachshund of 17 years to sleep. My mother said that she could never go through that again and swore she would never have another dog because of it. But recently she had started talking about possibly adopting a dog. When she said this I told her that she had to drive up to New York and meet Penny.
She and my stepfather drove from Baltimore and sat in Penny’s run with her for an hour, earning her trust. They threw tennis balls for her to fetch and patiently waited until she felt comfortable enough to come near them. By the end of the hour they were able to take her for a walk and then she jumped into the back of my car and left the shelter for good. My mom and Tom were in love. 

Penny with her new mommy and daddy

That night, just over a year ago, they took Penny back to Baltimore and she’s been with them ever since. She loves to play fetch in the backyard and go for car rides. And she’s taken over their queen-sized bed, in which she spends her afternoons napping. She’s a happy dog. She wiggles her butt and wags her tail with excitement. Every day she’s a little less shy and lets more and more people, things and experiences into her world.

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As happy as she is, it’s even more amazing to see how happy she’s made my mother and stepfather. We can’t imagine our family without her. She’s proof that an overlooked shelter dog can turn out to be a very special, amazing companion. If Bobbi and the Strays hadn’t given her a chance and cared for her during her long wait for a forever family, our family just wouldn’t be the same.

Wednesday Morning

Saturday, July 23rd, 2011

Its 6:37am and I am on my way to our Freeport location, on time (for once!) to pick up a dog to be spayed. I have to bring her back to Queens where she was found so she can be spayed at the clinic. There is no traffic! It seems like its a good morning.

My phone rings and one of my employees, Tara’s, name pops up. I think she is calling to make sure I am coming for Yolanda, the dog, so she doesn’t feed her… or maybe, at worst, there is another litter of kittens in a box by the door…(someone dropped off kittens in the middle of the night last week)

“Are you coming here?” She asks. “yeah…” I said suspicion rising in my voice.

“Ok good because there is a dog that was tied to the fence but he ate threw the leash and now he is hiding in the bushes… actually there are two leashes so there is probably another dog somewhere…”

She pauses and before I can say anything she says a little more stressed, “Actually he is running down the street…”

“Ok if he is scared, see if you can corner him somewhere or get him in the yard. If he is running towards Mill, don’t chase him because I dont want him to run into traffic. Ill be there in ten minutes”

As I speed down the southern state my mind is racing. I forgot to tell her to watch her body language, I forgot to tell her to avoid eye contact, I forgot to tell her so many things… I know Tara is capable and has probably caught many dogs running in front of the shelter, but I also know one little mistake and the dog can be gone. All of the dogs we have rescued come flashing back in my mind… most memorable Sadie, Sonny, Baisley, Frances….and all the drama that happened with their rescues…

As I turn onto Rider Place, I see Tara at the end of the street. There is an alley way between the industrial buildings with lots of trees, bushes, dumpsters, trash… a good hide out for a dog… I try to be quiet as I approach as I don’t want to scare the dog but accidentally run over the food bowls she left out… oops… there goes that plan…

She is kneeling towards the end of the alley way and is facing sideways… non-threatening… I creep quietly along the wall. She is doing everything right. I don’t see the dog though. She is facing tons of trees and bushes with a fence behind it. Its possible she has him semi cornered. I see the branches move and hear the leaves rustling.

“They are both back there,” she tells me.

“Anyway out?”

“there’s an opening in the fence.. one ran out the other side but now came back in.”

I told her I would go around the building and come from the other side of the fence in case they tried to run out that way. The opening is only a gate that was left open. How lucky did we get? I tied it shut so there is no way for them to get out if we can just corner them in that area.

Brian, another worker, shows up, thank god.  We slowly start enclosing… I have to break branches and crawl on my hands and knees to get through the thick growth. I focus on one dog and Tara and Brian go for the one closer to the fence.

When I see her, my heart breaks. She has almost no fur and her paws are swollen. She is lying down curled up in a ball, scared out of her mind. She is backed up against a wall and a tree. She starts to try and back up more… I immediately but slowly drop to the ground on my stomach to show her I am no threat. She relaxes a bit but still looks unsure.. I am about to roll over on my back like a dog, but as I slowly reach my hand out she sniffs it calmly and licks it. She is still wearing part of the leash she chewed off. Avoiding direct eye contact, I take that leash off and put the leash Tara gave me on her. I think the hard part is over…but I was wrong.

Most dogs once they are leashed, may fight a bit but then get up and walk with you. Most. Not all. Some just get up and walk right away. But this dog just refused to budge. I know it sounds mean to pull them but sometimes you have to. But the collar she was wearing was weak and could slip over her head or snap. I ask Tara to hold the leash and I run to the car to get a slip leash and put it over her head. We manage to pull her out from behind the tree. Tara holds the dogs head straight (so she won’t turn and bite with me) with the slip leash and I pick her up. She is not aggressive at all, just terrified. I carry her to my car. She smells horrible. She is so scared she curls up in a ball in my back seat…

Then I go back to help Brian and Tara with the male. They got the leash around his neck but he is biting the leash and not letting go. We put a second leash around his neck and between the two of us we are able to walk him out to where the cars are. He every so often flips out and tries to back out of the leashes. He isn’t aggressive, but not as docile as the female. I am uncertain about lifting him into my car with the female in there so I drive her back to the shelter and Tara and Brian walk the male one block to the shelter with two leashes….

I have to carry the female from my car to the yard. Then I go back to help Brian and Tara but they have it under control… Taking a closer look at the male we see his eyes are blood red and his mouth is bleeding, probably from biting the fence all night trying to escape. He has more fur (slightly) than the female but he is way more swollen… I am already thinking about how I am going to get these to the vet, how much pain these two must be in and how terrified they are…

When we put the male in the yard, he won’t move. Just stays there like a statue… with his head down… and then slowly, slowly, slowly… he lowers himself to the ground and lies down… not moving… too scared to move a muscle…

“let them be for awhile, let them relax,” I tell Tara and Brian. They are scared out of their minds and need time. the best thing to do sometimes is just to let them acclimate.

I am late for getting Yolanda to her spay appointment and she HAS to go today because she is getting adopted. After I take Yolanda, I have to take Molly, another chi to a different vet to have a mass removed from her head. Molly is also getting adopted today. Our vet doesn’t come till Friday but I am sure these two will have to go into the clinic for dips and tests… I will need help getting them there… they can’t even walk on a leash… Before I get overwhelmed I tell myself to focus on getting Yolanda and Molly where they need to be and I will deal with the pitties when I get back. They are safe at the shelter now. One thing at a time, one thing at a time.

I take Yolanda out of her cage and walk her and put her in my car. She wants to sit on my lap which is fine with me so I can keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t chew my car. As I pull out of the parking lot, I take a deep breath. We got the dogs. they are safe. I’m going to make my appointments… everything is okay. Then the phone rings… Its Melissa… someone left six cats (one adult and five kittens) in a carrier in front of another one of our locations.

And this is how the day goes.

The two pitties after their rescue

Bucky

Saturday, February 26th, 2011

I remember the day I first heard about you, I was on the phone with Bobbi and she was worried about you and Ginger…how both of you were found by Michael (the same Mike who found Zeke who is now adopted) in the freezing cold through the winter blizzard. She was worried about how much space we have at the shelter since we were packed…luckily the very next day we got two free cages and Bill and Rose who was helping to take care of you in their home transported you to Vetport.

I remember the first time I saw you, you looked so sad and quiet in your cage…I asked Olua “is he friendly?” as I opened up your cage door and I leashed you and you jumped up to look at me. Boooyyy you loved to jump! lol I remember the first time I put you in the outside run and you jumped the 7 foot fence!! You had so much energy yet you never ever pulled not even if you were interested in playing with another dog. I would have so much slack on the leash, even if I dropped it you would walk right by my side. Sometimes you would look up to me with your “hug me” eyes and jump up on me, my god you were tall! I swear another inch and you would be 5’5 lol but of course I would push you off with a command and you respected it and kept walking but always looked up at me. You and Ginger were inseparable. You would stop dead in your tracks and start crying if you see her from a far. You guys wouldn’t eat if you didn’t eat together or at least see each other.

I remember the first time I noticed something wrong it was Friday morning (2/18/11), at first I thought it was nothing but Kennel Cough so I put you on meds like we normally do.

Saturday morning (2/19/11) the winds were 50mph and freezing, you could barely breathe. I thought it was from the cold wind but I had Christine take you to the vet just to make certain it wasn’t anything worse. You came back with some meds for upper respiratory infection, they did blood work and sent to the lab just in case.

Sunday morning (2/20/11) I was excited because you and Ginger were getting adopted. Michael (who found Bucky and Ginger) came by around 9am to walk you and Ginger (I told him to not walk him for too long because you were sick and on meds). Michael was concerned but I assured him you would be okay a lot of the dogs recover faster at home, so he took you on the walk and came back. You didn’t have the same energy as you did… when I went in your room to check up on you you were laying there in the corner of your cage covered in your own drool, shaking and heavily breathing…I immediately called one of our volunteers Melissa who was going to take Duke to the vet for a dip…But I had to give her Bucky instead.

While all this was going on I called the adopters who were supposed to pick them up today to tell them the bad news about Bucky and see if they would take Ginger until Bucky was feeling better =o( But they really wanted to take both of them at the same time so they said they would wait till Bucky got better. When Melissa came back to the shelter after taking Bucky to the vet her pants were covered in Bucky’s drool =o( The vet did xrays of the lungs and abdomens and a urine sample and kept him for observation. The lungs seemed to be cloudy but nothing that bad to cause such horrible symptoms. They said one side of his heart was slightly larger and one of the veins that pumps blood to the heart was pronounced but don’t know why.

Monday (2/21/11) was a stressful day transporting a kitten that was found on the expressway (whole other story) and dealing with how sick I was over Bucky, but they decided since he started eating a bit he could go back to the shelter so Jose (our night shift supervisor) came that night to pick him up…I was still worried. Couldn’t sleep.

Tuesday morning (2/22/11) I came in to the shelter and you were acting even worse…you didn’t even want to walk. So horribly lethargic. I called Laura (our shelter manager) and she came rushing to take you to the hospital. They put you on fluids because you were dehydrated and wouldn’t eat…They couldn’t figure out what was wrong with you. Dr. W and his team of vets met up was going to meet up Wednesday morning to talk about what they could do for you. Dr Rafael decided to perform a tracheal culture and send it to the lab, but results won’t come until Friday =o(

Wednesday (2/23/11) I get a call from Bobbi saying Bucky is not doing too good and it looks bad they think he has distemper. Me and Jackie (a volunteer) went to go visit him see how he was… Jackie , so sweet, had bought him some toys from Petco and some chicken hoping he might eat something.

When we got there I could not believe my eyes… The same dog who jumps fences as high as 7 feet was laying there with his eyes droopy, banging his head against the cage door and staring into space. I wanted to turn away, my eyes started tearing up…Jackie looking at me as she was leaning over trying to get him to stop shoving his muzzle into the cage door saying “OMG, Sonia why is he doing that, look at his nose it’s all bloody” we were both getting choked up with how horrible he looked. I opened the cage door and he got up one of the vet assistants said “OMG he is standing” like he hasn’t done that in awhile. He wouldn’t even look at us…I don’t even think he knew where he was…

Dr W came in and told us all the symptoms he is having looks like distemper and there seems to be brain damage showing neurological signs and there isn’t a cure. He told us it is 50/50 chance he can either take a turn for the worse or getter better. Before putting him back in his cage he threw up what seemed to be blood.

I was speechless in how fast he got this horrible. As we got back in the car Jackie started crying and all I could think is how the hell could this happen to such an amazing dog. We were all praying through the night that he makes it. I could not sleep nor eat, I stood up all night long to research more about distemper.  Jackie came across a website for this new treatment that is being practiced in the South West called NDV Newcastle Disease Vaccine. I planned on bringing this up to the vet the very next day.

Thursday morning (2/24/11) Bucky has taken the turn for the worse. Tracy (one of our staff/volunteers) visited him at the hospital and called me up crying. I called Dr. Rafael around 4:30pm to talk to him about the NDV, he said he will do some research and to call him back at 6:30pm. When I called him he said he looked over some stuff and said that there are different reviews about the treatment but want’s to learn more and do some more research tonight and give me feedback tomorrow morning… but in Bucky’s case he said it looks like he is not responding to any of the treatments so far and his case is really severe and is suffering. Dr Rafael gave me two options… either we put him in induced coma which will put him in a relaxed sleep so he wont feel any pain and can rest, but it won’t make him heal up any better or faster it will just put him in a numb state temporarily…second option… euthanize him.

I went silent. I took a breath and told him I have to talk to Laura and Bobbi and will call him back. As we made this decision I had to stop and cry and collect myself before I called Dr Rafael back. I told him if it’s possible to put him in coma for tonight so he can rest and we come tomorrow in the morning to say our good byes. He said of course and he would make a comfortable bed for him to rest in tonight so he’ll be extra comfy as he sleeps in peace.

I had to call everyone that knew Bucky to let them know what was happening and if they could make it in the morning to see Bucky for the last time. It was so hard to break this horrible news to everyone but they all knew we did all we can do and it is time for Bucky to finally rest. I called Kristie to call Dan who was supposed to adopt Bucky and Ginger to break the news to him…since I was such a mess as it was I don’t think I could of handled that phone call.

Friday (2/25/11) I knew waking up in the morning from the lack of sleep I had with the major headache from crying all night and the horrible weather, today was going to be an ugly day. I was on the train and out of no where I started crying and everyone staring at me as I tried to hide my face and tears from falling. Laura came to pick me and Olua up from the shelter to go to the vet. There we met up with Bill and Michael who was utterly upset and I felt his pain, he like everyone else was dumbfounded by what happened and how bad it got so fast and there wasn’t anything anybody can do to help him. When they called us in for Bucky we walked silently into the room where he was lying in his cage…everyone automatically broke down crying.

You were lying there sleeping… you looked more relaxed in your coma from when I saw you on Wednesday night. You were still breathing hard and the Dr explained that it’s because of the neurological symptoms, your nerves were damaged and the breathing tube was swollen so it was a struggle for you to take in any breaths. You lost all your weight I can’t believe how much, I just saw skin and bones =o( . Everyone put some gloves on and came to you and gave you some love, an extra belly rub and ear scratchies…Michael was crying saying “You are such a good boy…so good” as he kept petting you, Olua right next to him caressing your belly…saying “everything will be okay now…you’ll meet a lot of nice doggies and people will take care of you up there”

At first I couldn’t go near him I was so traumatized but I ended up putting on some gloves and got the strength to come say bye to you…I put my hand right above your head and started petting you…crying. “I promise we will take such good care of Ginger…I know how much you protected her and loved her…” I whispered softly to you. Everyone still crying trying to stop and pull themselves together as we talked to Dr Rafael. He started explaining distemper and how the symptoms just creep up so fast and sometimes it is too late and there is no real cure for it…especially when they start showing neurological damage it’s basically a death sentence. The NDV treatments haven’t been proven to really work and some vets think its a fluke.

Distemper is so rare in the NYC because usually everyone does the responsible thing and vaccinate their puppies but in Bucky’s case who knows his history and where he has been before us. We had vaccinated him when we got him but he must have been carrying the virus before that.

Everyone prepared themselves as Dr Rafael started to put you into your final sleep where you’ll be over the rainbow bridge and peaceful…where you can jump high fences that you loved so much and there you will have your very own owners who will take care of you and wait for Ginger and finally have a family. Everyone said “I love you Bucky” as he put you to sleep, I also whispered “Ginger loves you” Because she does.

I know you are up there watching over her, as you were her guardian on earth, you are now her angel.

Rest in Peace Bucky

We all love you

Sonia Saakian

Bucky

The Search For Frances Part 5

Saturday, January 15th, 2011

The next morning I practically leaped out of bed and ran to the car and drove to Bath Beach in eager anticipation that I would find Frances waiting in the trap for us. I was so excited and I really, really, really thought that after everything we had been through that finally we would be rewarded with  being able to rescue Frances. But it wasn’t to be. Little did I know, the search was barely half over that Sunday morning.

When I got there, Christine was already there. There had been a cat in the trap but no Frances. We waited awhile in Christine’s car down the block away from the trap, out of sight. Hours went by. Finally we couldn’t take it anymore. We decided to go post some fliers in case maybe she got scared of this area yesterday and set up a new “home base” or if she was on the move again. I tried not to think about the second option. If she had started running again last night she could be anywhere by now.

We searched Shore Parkway East. We searched back by the sanitation yard. We went into the offices to give them fliers. There was one girl who said she would make copies to hand out to all the fliers.  We went on to a closed off abandoned beach by the water to search. There was no sign of her.

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Then we went back to Calvert Vaux Park.  Part of this park was where we thought we had her cornered yesterday. We drove into the park behind the Home Depot.  Were you technically supposed to drive in the park? Hard to say. There were no signs saying you couldn’t but the gates were barely wide enough for her jeep to fit through.  We could cover more ground faster in the car and Frances would less likely to be startled or feel she was being chased. We just wanted to observe. If she ran into an enclosed area and we saw her, it was our best chance of getting her.

As we drove in, I noticed a guy who worked at Home Depot walk in behind us and stare after us. “That guy is watching us,” I told Christine. She didn’t care. Christine was fearless.

“Let him watch,” She said. “What’s he going to do?”

We drove slowly through the woods. It was freezing outside. I just prayed that Frances found someplace warm to sleep and some food to eat. We made our way back into the parts that were technically closed off to the public.  Christine told me this is where she met the homeless people yesterday. I had seen their tents where they sleep when we were chasing Frances yesterday. They only spoke Spanish but Christine’s friend Ramone had translated. They said they would keep an eye out for Frances. Christine asked them if it was cold back here. They told her it was beyond cold. When she got home she started a coat and blanket drive to help them out. Just walking around outside made me shiver. I couldn’t imagine having to sleep out in the cold.

We were about to leave when we saw them come out of the woods. Christine, who knew some Spanish, asked if they had seen Frances but no one had.  They asked her for money. She gave them ten dollars. Then we turned to leave. Though they were very nice, it probably wasn’t smart to be back in a closed off area of a park with five or six strange men.

When we drove up to the gate behind Home Depot I saw that it was closed… with a huge chain around it… and a big pad lock. The guy who watched us before had purposely locked us in!  A string of expletives left Christine’s mouth. Now we were really locked in a closed off section of the park. I could walk around the gate into the water to get out. I had big rain boots on because the forecast had predicted showers. There was no way to get Christine’s jeep out though.

After the initial shock and fear wore off, we took some deep breaths. There was no  other way to drive out of the park.  We could call the police… but we probably really weren’t supposed to drive back here…

“Go to Home Depot and buy bolt cutters,” Christine said.  So I walked through the water walked around to Home Depot wishing I had gotten a better look at the guy who locked us in so I could kick him in the balls and bought the biggest bolt cutters I could find.  Walking back to the park and seeing Christine and the jeep locked behind the iron gates I had to laugh. What else could go wrong? I should  not have asked.

Luckily Christine is much stronger than I am and she was able to cut the chain. There was no way I was doing it.   Christine told me to return the bolt cutters but I decided to hold onto them. Who knows what other situations we were going to get ourselves in.

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As we were driving out, we got a call from Sean Casey, a friend who has his own animal rescue, that someone had seen a dog that fit France’s description running in the parking lot of the VA hospital. The dog then ran out and was running towards Dyker Beach Golf Course.  I quickly looked on the map. It was the next neighborhood over from Bath Beach. My heart sank. She was on the run again. Sean gave us the quickest route there and told us he would meet us at the Golf  Course. The person who saw Frances lost sight of her but it was likely she ran into the golf course.  He said many stray dogs end up there.

As we drove down Cropsey my heart sank more. So many busy blocks. So much traffic. It was quite a distance. Considering how far she ran from Prospect Park it wasn’t that far, but it wasn’t near where we set the trap. Cropsey turned into 7th Ave when we made a left. The golf course was on our right. We saw the VA hospital on our left and then Poly Prep school which also had vast park like grounds.

The sky was turning dark when we turn into the golf course. Sean was there waiting for us. He had spoken to the people at the golf course and they agreed to give us some golf carts to look around the grounds for the dog.  I called some volunteers to let them know that Frances was on the move again. Vicki and Carla were coming out to meet us.  Sean told us he would come back if we spotted her again and needed help. We thanked him and took off, a shaky start on the hilly terrain of the course, but we were off, continuing our adventure.

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The grounds were sprawling.  Most of it open. There weren’t many people playing golf in this miserable weather which was good for us.  There were a couple of densely wooded areas that we had to get out and search on foot. The tree branches and thorny bushes created walls of growth that were difficult to get through. Christine told me that this is what the part of the Rockaways looked like where Frances was born. It was possible she thought this was home and was hiding here.  We took the flashlights and split up. It had started to drizzle lightly.  The wooded area I was searching bordered a chain link fence that connected to a park. There was a hole in the fence where Frances could have easily slipped out.  Even if she did ran in here, she could have ran out this way. Further into the woods I saw another tent where a homeless person was living.  You couldn’t see it at all from the golf course.  I made my way around it and though the woods. It was a slow and painful search. Painful because most of the branches had sharp thorns on them that my clothes kept getting stuck to.

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We were halfway through the course when Vicki called and said she was here with her dog Murray. We were hoping that Frances would see or smell Murray and that would entice her to come closer. We got another golf cart and split up. I took one and Christine, Vick and Murray were on another.  They covered the perimeter and I went into search the wooded areas in the middle of the course.

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About an hour later I caught up with them. Vicki and Christine were laughing hysterically. Apparently when Murray saw a squirrel he had jumped off the cart to chase it and Vicki was still holding the leash. Pull Murray got dragged before Christine could slam on the brakes.  Poor Murray!!

“You are supposed to find Frances, not squirrels!” I said petting him.

We agreed that we didn’t think Frances was here. I noticed cameras all over the course. No one had seen her at all. We searched all the wooded areas. The girl who sighted Frances wasn’t sure she ran into the golf course. It just seemed like the place she would go. She could have run across 86th steet. She could have ran back over to the other side and gone into Poly Prep. Or she could have ran in and then ran out the hole in the fence I saw.

We decided to go back to posting fliers and hope for another sighting. There wasn’t any fliers in this neighborhood. We had a lot of work to do.

We met Carla outside of the golf course. Carla and Vicki went together and Christine and I went together.  There was a dog run outside of the golf course. Carla and Vicki started there. Christine and I went back to check the trap first, just in case, she ran back that way. She wasn’t there but we caught another cat. Christine went into the woods and freed him. We met some more volunteers, the Mohler sisters, at the trap who were going to help us post fliers.

Then we started to drive back towards the golf course down Cropsey. There were fliers all the way to Bay Parkway. North of Bay Parkway we started to put up more fliers.  We would stop every block and I would do one side of the street and Christine would post on the other. It started to rain harder. We had to wrap the tape around the whole flier.

The other volunteers called and said they were heading home hours later. It was dark and the freezing rain made it hard to post.  Christine and I continued till we ran out of tape. Then we went to a store on 86th Street and bought twelve more rolls. Then we noticed  both of our cell phones were dying. Our numbers were on the fliers so this was a big problem.  We went to three different stores looking for a car charger for at least one of our phones. Finally at PC Richards we found one. Then we went back out to start posting more. We drove all the way down Bay Ridge Parkway posting in case Frances ran down that that way. The rain stopped and we thanked the gods and then it started again and we cursed them but we kept going and going till well past two am.  She was on the move again and there was no telling how far she would go. We wanted to get there first.

Tell us Your STORY!

Monday, January 10th, 2011

We are looking for YOU to tell YOUR story on our blog!  So please share your story! 

 We are looking for stories that incorporate Bobbi and the Strays as well as tell your own story.  Here are just a handful of ideas to get you started:

*  a “happy tail” – the adoption of your dog or cat from BATS 

*  your experience as a volunteer with us

*  how we helped reunite you with your lost dog or cat

*  your experience as a foster parent for one of our animals

*  a funny story about Bobbi : – )

*  your experience at one of our events

*  a rescue you were involved with 

 

Now that you have the idea of what types of stories we are looking for – why not submit your story for consideration?  

Please email it to shelter@bobbicares.org.

 

And if you have some great pictures or even a video to go along with your blog entry – we may be able to post them as well.  Please email us for instructions on how to submit video or pictures prior to sending them to us. 

 

Here are just a few stories that were submitted in the past:

A Ruffy Story   

Milo’s Legacy

Why I Volunteer

Meeting Crookshanks 

 

Thank you for your support!

Out of the Pits!

Thursday, September 16th, 2010

Wednesday’s Story

Bobbi and the Strays got an email from a woman in the Bronx asking us to help with her female pit bull that she could no longer keep due to landlord issues. She was hiding the dog named Wednesday in her bathroom in her apartment for fear of being kicked out. Wednesday was a beautiful unaltered female pit bull. We feared what would happen to Wednesday if we didn’t step in to help. Many people want pits like her to breed and sell puppies or to fight. A lot of them end up abused, abandoned or euthanized at our city shelters.

One warm May morning, I drove up to the Bronx, dragging two friends a long with me for the ride  to pick up this pit bull named Wednesday.  We found the building without too much trouble and the girl met us outside with a large tannish/red and white pit bull that was being walked with a pocket book string- no collar, no leash.

Wednesday looked healthy. She was a good weight. She had a huge block head and I could tell she had puppies already in the past. The young girl was crying when she gave me Wednesday. She said she had no choice. Her landlord was forcing her and she didn’t want to put Wednesday on the street. She feared what would happen to her there. She said she would rather have Wednesday euthanized. There wasn’t much I could say.  Both things were horrible to me.  Wednesday hopped right into the back seat of my car. I sat in the back with her and one of my friends drove. Wednesday looked longingly out the back window as we drove away.

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Wednesday at an adoption event

When we got to the shelter we brought Wednesday inside. She looked unsure and scared.  Even though we were saving her life, I always feel sad leaving at them at the shelter.  They may feel like we are abandoning them. But then they learn that we come back everyday to take care of them and they start to feel comfortable.

After we took Wednesday to the vet and had her spayed we enrolled in obedience classes at Pawsative Dog Training.  We saw this dog had a lot of potential. She was smart and attentive, eager to please her people.  I had a feeling she could earn her Canine Good Citizenship Certificate which would help her get adopted and help dispel any notions that she was an aggressive dog just because she was a pit bull.  One of our dedicated volunteers started to bring her to beginners classes.  She passed basics with flying colors after eight weeks and then was enrolled in the CGC class.

Diane took her to classes once a week and then came to the shelter in between to practice with Wednesday.  When she passed her Canine Good Citizenship test we were all ecstatic, though not surprised.  Wednesday had such a fabulous temperament and Diane was devoted to helping Wednesday reach her potential.

Not long after she earned her CGC, Wednesday was selected to appear in a runway show at Pet Fashion Week in Manhattan. Several other Pawsative graduates were also going to be models!  Wednesday was a super star! She did a wonderful job at representing her breed and representing shelter dogs!

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Wednesday was adopted soon after by a new volunteer who fell in love with her.  She now lives in a home in Queens.  She has retired from modeling and is content to spend her days being the faithful companion to her person.

When I think about Wednesday’s story, it amazes me.  Here is this dog that was locked up inside a bathroom in the beginning of her life, being bred and having her puppies sold and then almost being homeless on the street or taken to be euthanized.  Then the next thing we know she is an AKC Canine Good Citizen and runway model!  Never underestimate the potential of a shelter dogs. Many of them are just like Wednesday, waiting for someone to recognize their potential.

BATS is on Facebook!

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

Bobbi and the Strays is getting more and more technical and spreading the word through other outlets on-line – besides, of course – our own website – www.BobbiAndTheStrays.org.

We even have our very own Fan Page on Facebook with over 1,200 FANS!  Thank you to our current Fans!  Everyone else – please join us!!!

Join Bobbi and the Strays Fan Page!

We post pictures of the dogs and cats we have available for adoption, photos from our past events, some great volunteer shots and of course pics of our adoptees happy in their new homes.

You can also find out about the latest goings-on too – like our upcoming events, newest rescue animals, contests that you can help us win, and other great info.

Connecting with our other fans can be fun too.  Please feel free to post your own photos, comments, and of course, any ideas on how everyone can help stray dogs and cats.   

Bobbi and the Strays is on Facebook!

Be sure to suggest our page to your friends too!

Milo’s Legacy

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

This story was submitted by Susan, one of our wonderful volunteers – she coordinates the Pet Guardian Sponsorship program for Bobbi and the Strays.

 

When we went to the shelter in February 2007, there were lots of dogs who needed to live in a foster home instead of a cage until they were adopted, but poor Milo was the saddest of the bunch.  He was crying out, totally miserable, so we swept him up and brought him home.

 

His was a true hard luck story. He was a little senior dog who was found shivering in the cold, just before a major ice storm hit our area. How heartless to turn him out like that.

He had been totally neglected. Milo’s coat was matted, his claws had grown under his feet, and there was a tremendous amount of debris wedged between his toes. He could hardly walk. His front teeth were falling out and had to be pulled by the vet.

From the moment he arrived he was different, but we didn’t know why he behaved the way he did. He would ignore us when we called him. We thought he just didn’t like his new name, and to tell you the truth, we didn’t either at first, but several weeks later when he ignored the sound of a bag of chips being opened, we thought we’d run a few tests of our own. He totally ignored all of the sounds that we deliberately made. Milo was deaf. From that moment we were more conscious of how to try to connect with Milo, being careful not to come up behind him so that we wouldn’t startle him, and giving him more visual than verbal cues. Even though we knew he couldn’t hear us, we never stopped talking to him. He always made you feel like he understood by looking at you with those serious eyes.

Sweet little Milo

Sweet little Milo

His deafness explained why he’d ignored us, and the condition he was in when he arrived at our house told us why he wasn’t comfortable being held and loved. He just hadn’t received many cuddles before.

From the start Milo had lots of accidents. At first we thought it was a matter of adjustment, but then figured out that it was a matter of his physiology. He just couldn’t help himself. The last of the carpets in our home were ripped out, and Nature’s Miracle started arriving six gallons at a time.

Milo was supposed to be an easy adoption because he was so cute, and there were people who were interested, but when they heard about his special needs and incontinence their interest evaporated. Milo needed someone around most of the time to clean up after him, or to let him out. Several months later we decided that this would be Milo’s permanent home since he had learned to trust us and to even accept being cuddled for a few minutes at a time.

We would love it when he would come up to you and bump you with his little nose to let you know he was there, requesting a pat on the head. His wanting to connect with us almost felt like a gift.

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Milo with his Mom

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Milo with his Daddy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At first he walked well, but then a few months after his arrival he got very ill. The vet never said what it might have been, but after that Milo was never the same. He had a heart murmur and would have to stop several times when walking to the corner and back. His back legs became unsteady and most of the time his steps were slow. Fortunately we have a fenced in backyard, so that wasn’t a problem, we would just carry him up and down the steps, but it was a shame to see how fragile he had become so quickly.

Milo spent a lot of his time sleeping, usually because his frequent diarrhea attacks were so draining, but in the mornings, he would follow you like a little puppy, all eager, tail in the air, just waiting for you to warm up his breakfast. It’s the only time his youth would return to him as he did his little happy dance. If he was that cute as a senior, he must have been incredibly adorable as a younger dog.

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Milo didn’t have any sense of smell and relied totally on his vision to find his food bowl. You could set it down next to him, but if he didn’t see you do it, it might as well not have been there. When you did focus Milo’s attention on it, he would be filled with joy. Milo lived to eat and would usually get fed whenever he woke up from a nap because it was difficult for him to maintain his weight.

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Milo would make us smile because he was such a sweet, innocent little guy who would get mixed up at times, walking into a corner and then standing there trying to figure out how to get out of it, and prance along proudly at other times. He got along with everybody and everything. Baby kittens? No problem. New dog in the house? Okay, welcome to the family. But the absolute cutest thing he did was join the rest of the dogs in barking when we came home. Most of the time he would be asleep, but when he was awake, he would join the happy insanity of greeting, yodeling his special little hello, wagging his tail, and be blissfully facing in the wrong direction. You’d walk in, get surrounded by nine barking, smiling faces, and there would be Milo in the middle of the bunch, just as enthusiastic as the rest of them, but just as sure that someone would be coming in through the back door instead of the front. You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement and uniqueness.

He was our special, frail little baby, and the frailness increased as the months went by. He was hospitalized in July, and needed another IV a week before his death. He started on a new treatment plan of five different medications, and they seemed to really be working. The Prednisone even restored the spring in his step. That’s why his last day came as such a shock to us.

His day started out well, a happy dance for breakfast, but then he started to fade so quickly. By the afternoon he couldn’t stand. We rushed him to the vet. Milo was put on an IV, and we were given an update on his condition. We were told that we should begin considering euthanasia just in case nothing could be done. When I brought Milo to the vet I feared it would be the last time I’d see him alive, and so it was.

Like many of you we have had to make the ultimate decision for the four-legged members of our family when they were suffering, but Milo’s last gift to us was to spare us from having to make that choice for him. He slipped away during the night.

His little bed is no longer in front of the grandfather clock. It was too painful to come down the stairs and see it empty.

Milo in his bed by the grandfather clock

Milo in his bed by the grandfather clock

Milo, you’re in a much better place now, free from pain. In your own special way you made us better people. You touched the hearts of many people. We miss you so much.

Milo really did know what joy was. He took delight in the little things. When he’d fall, he’d pick himself back up, raise his head and walk off, his ears bouncing with each step. In spite of the many physical difficulties Milo experienced, he would always find something to be happy about–a few minutes of being cuddled, or a surprisingly long nap in someone’s arms, the anticipation of the food being prepared for his meal, or the joy of being a part of the pack waiting for his family to walk through the door. He was the tiniest little dog in that bunch and they could easily have pushed him out of the way, but once he spotted us he’d find a way to worm his way through the crowd, tail wagging with joy until he reached us.

Little Milo is on Susan's lap.

Little Milo is on Susan's lap.

To me he was Milo, to his Dad he was Milosh, to one of his long-distance friends he was Mighty Milo. Milo’s eyes never failed to touch people. They really were the windows to his soul.

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Milo, thank you for teaching us that it’s the little things that make you happy and to keep on going when things get difficult. We’re so glad you were a part of our lives.

Rest in peace little one.

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I would also like people to know that Milo’s last years were made possible because of the kindness of his SPONSORS taking care of his medical bills and other special diet bills.  Our sponsors have huge hearts and may not even truly realize how much of a difference they make!  Thank YOU!

Why I Volunteer

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

Story submitted by Vicki Wright, a Bobbi and the Strays volunteer. 

My search for a new dog to bring into our family started  online. Although our beloved Cody passed away only a few weeks prior, I certainly wasn’t ready for another dog, but looking online seemed safe enough. After putting in our zip code and type of dog, I found a lot of shelters that I was totally unaware of. The one that caught my eye was Bobbi and the Strays. Of course I liked the name, but after checking more into it, the story of the place itself was inspirational. 

In the meantime I did some volunteer work with a local shelter as well as another animal rescue group, who does not have a shelter. I did enjoy my work with these organizations, but I felt something was missing. It just wasn’t a good fit. 

 

Although we did not adopt our new dog from Bobbi’s, I kept checking the website for new dogs and upcoming events. I felt drawn to it somehow and that is when I became a fan of Bobbi and the Strays on Facebook. As a Fan, I saw a picture of the Alley Pond Park hike and contacted Laura about getting involved in it. I received an e-mail from Laura immediately stating how happy she was that I was interested in doing this. That was when it all started for me. 

 

I met Laura and a few other ladies that following Sunday morning and was teamed up with Lennox. Before Laura brought him out she asked “can I handle a strong dog that pulls”?  I thought to myself…hmm the dogs at the other shelter were pretty bad walkers, so sure I can. Ahhhh! Lennox………my first love. Even though he basically took me for a hike, I didn’t mind at all. During that hike I learned that the dogs sometimes go to training classes but at the moment there wasn’t anyone to take them. I was actually going to go to dog training school, so I jumped on the chance to take a dog. I took Lennox on Monday nights to Pawsative Dog Training. That was it, I was hooked. This was the place for me.

Vicki (2nd from Left) with Lennox at Alley Pond Park

Vicki (2nd from Left) with Lennox at Alley Pond Park

I try and get to the shelter at least twice a week to walk, feed, and play with the dogs. It is the highlight of my week. I also have brought home several dogs for playdates with my dog. They love getting out of the shelter for the day and sleeping in a warm home. This is by far the most rewarding thing I have ever done.

Vicki, her dog Murray and Bamboo at Vicki's house. Bamboo got to go home w Vicki for a playdate with Murray

Vicki, her dog Murray and Bamboo at Vicki's house. Bamboo got to go home w Vicki for a playdate with Murray

I can’t say enough about Laura. She loves those dogs like crazy and is the nicest person I may have ever met. I realize that volunteering is about helping out the animals and the reward in that is unsurpassable, however, Laura is always there with a “Thank you”. She is so appreciative of everything that the volunteers do. I just want to thank Bobbi and the whole crew of workers for making us, the volunteers, want to do all we do.

Axle on a playdate with Vicki's dog Murray at Vicki's house. (see Murray's head!)

Axle on a playdate with Vicki's dog Murray at Vicki's house. (see Murray's head!)