Posts Tagged ‘dog’

Summertime in Fur

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Advice submitted by Debbie Knowles. 

     Last night, as we were coming home, I saw something that worried me. A large-ish, furry Shepherd mix, probably about 50+ lbs was tied to a parking meter on Metropolitan Ave where we live.

     Now, it was about 5:30, but the sun was still shining strongly, and while there was a little shade, it was sparse. The dog, panting, looked hot and tired. The sidewalk looked hot enough that it shone in the late afternoon sun.

     I went and looked in the Deli, in front of where the dog was tied. There were a few people in there. My husband promised that when he came down to the car for the second bunch of groceries, he’d go into the store if the dog was still tied there. Mercifully the dog, and its person, were gone. But I felt for the dog, because dogs don’t wear shoes, and his heavy coat of fur must have been heavy for him in the summer heat.

     In the summer, the inside of a car acts as a greenhouse, and can go from air conditioned cool to almost a hundred in a matter of about 3 minutes. The windows act as heat conductors. Any animals, plants, children left in this make shift oven will suffer from overheating quickly, and could die in a matter of minutes. Nothing alive should be left alone in a car, not even for a minute, unless there is a person sitting there with them with the air conditioner on. You cannot even leave an animal in a car with the windows open in hot Summer heat – animals simply don’t have the ability to sweat as humans do, and a car, even with windows cracked still gets hot as blazes within minutes and the heat can be severe enough to kill them.

     Certain breeds of dogs (and cats) also should have limited time outside in the heat of day as well. Those with short muzzles, longer coats, or lot of – or not much – fur are all at risk in the kind of weather where ‘only ‘mad’ dogs and Englishmen walk about in the noonday sun’. Dogs and cats with little fur can suffer sunburn, and dogs and cats can suffer burns on the pads of their paws regardless of their fur.

Some additional cautions should be taken with animals in the heat of summer such as these pointers.

1) Don’t take your dog for a walk in the heat of the summer days. Follow the ‘Southern Creed’- walk before 8am or after 6pm. If the dog needs to go out in between these times, make the walks brief, take an umbrella to shade yourself and the dog, and walk in the shade, preferably on grassy areas.

     Bring water with you, for yourself and the dog. Many pet stores sell ‘doggie boots’ which will protect dog’s pads from burning pavement. Realize dogs with exposed skin like Chinese Crested and dogs groomed to the skin can suffer sunburn (as can cats such as Rex’s or Sphinx). Make sure that they are protected from direct sun.

2) Never, ever leave your pet, plant, or child in a car. Not under any circumstances, not even for a moment. It is dangerous.

3) Don’t let your dog ride with his head out the car window when driving. The dog can fall, jump, or be injured by anything that could become airborne when tires go over it like small rocks. Also, if another car came to close, it could harm the dog.

4) Walking dogs off a leash is dangerous. Why? When I was 17, I was walking our family dog, who was a very docile, obedient animal and ‘trained’ at my side near Forest Park. I turned to pick up after her, and when I turned back, she was gone. It took all of 3 minutes. Very luckily for me, she was found by a kind lady walking her dog a mile away at the other end of the park, and she called the vet listed on our dogs tag and we got her back.

     She had never done this before, and didn’t again, for she was always leashed after that. Shanna was terrified of fireworks, and she might have heard one in the distance, or a car backfire. But it taught me a lesson – no dog is trained enough to be off leash unless they are in a dog run or fenced yard.

5) I would also advise that on hot days with heat advisory alerts, if you have an air conditioner, keep it on for your pet when you’re away. Our apartment is small, and when the air is off gets very hot, even with a fan. My elderly cat doesn’t like the air on high, but she definitely doesn’t like it too hot. And our Ruffy has asthma, and needs the air on.

     Any animal who has any problems with asthma, or breathing (dogs or cats with pushed in or short snouts, especially) should have air conditioning, or at the very least, be in a dark, shady place with plenty of water available. I think it is better to pay the extra electric than face a medical crisis with your pet.

6) Please don’t leave your dog tied up outside, even if in the shade. This is an invitation to anyone who would steal. You wouldn’t leave your wallet with you ID and credit cards outside the store, would you? Well, how much more important is a member of your family who can’t speak up for themselves.

     I’ve heard that people think their dog won’t go off with anyone else, or that they live in a ‘nice’ neighborhood where ‘that doesn’t happen’. Well, it does happen, all too often, and better to be safe and do your dog walking in one trip, your errands in another than to lose your dog and maybe never see them again.

Summer time can be a great time for everyone, pets included. If we use common sense, our furry family can enjoy it with us and be safe and sound!

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

We have a YouTube Channel

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

Greetings supporters!

Bobbi and the Strays is pleased to announce that we now have a central location for all the videos which we post on YouTube.  It is our very own YouTube Channel.  Hooray!!!  Please check out some great videos if you have some time. 

AND – if you have a adopted from us, are fostering one of our animals, volunteering for us, or even if you have some video footage from one of our events – and would like to submit a video for consideration to be posted on the Channel – please just contact us.  We are looking for videos that incorporate Bobbi and the Strays as well as tell your story.

Here is the link to the Channel.  Enjoy!  And as always, thanks so much for your support!!!  There will be many more videos to come.

Don’t forget to “Subscribe” to our channel as well!

To submit a video for consideration – please DO NOT email the actual video – but contact us at shelter@bobbicares.org for instructions first.

Thanks so much! : – )

Here are some recent uploads:

Cubby is available for adoption – look how cute!!!

Gina is for adoption – here she is playing by the pool!

Here are some great movies made by Rex Films for us…

Tickles! And she was adopted into a great home too!

Bones – now has a great home!!!

“What have I done?”

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

 

When it comes to homeless dogs and cats in NYC, the supply often outweighs the demand especially with cats and certain types of dogs such as pit bull types.  We are often overwhelmed with all the emails and phonecalls we get asking for help with strays or with pets that families no longer want. This is why we are in desperate need of foster homes.

 

I have already adopted two pit bulls that while they are loves of my life, they both had zero training when I adopted them. They were both fosters that I ended up keeping. They have great temperaments but needed to learn manners, housebreaking and were both very high energy. My female pit bull, Lucky Charm, still is picky about what other dogs she will socialize with so I have to be very careful with her. My male pit bull, Horatio gets along with all other dogs which is probably how I ended up adopting him. He was a foster that completely won Lucky over so he ended up staying =)

 

After I adopted Horatio, I stopped fostering for awhile. Learning to walk Lucky and Horatio together, getting them used to riding in the car together and greeting visters were all things that took time and patience. I have had Horatio for almost two years not. Not long ago I started fostering again. In DecmeberI took in an Old English Sheepdog, Billy.  Horatio, was of course very friendly and welcoming but Billy was too nervous to pay him much attention. Lucky, of course, did not like Billy at all when she met him. I expected this. It usually takes her some time to get used to new dogs. So I kept Billy seperated while I had him. It was work walking Lucky and Horatio for an hour and then walking Billy for an hour. I rotated them in the living room so they would all have time with me. When Billy wasn’t with us, he was in a crate in my office or just free in the office. He liked the crate and actually went right to it when he saw it. He was a great dog, completely housebroken and walked well on a leash. Social with everyone.  After three days he was adopted.  There are two moments when you foster a dog where you say to yourself, “Oh God, what have I done?” It happens when you first bring the dog home and for a moment you realize how easy things were BEFORE you brought the guest home and then when you adopt him out and your heart breaks because you love him so much and you wonder if you should have kept him? Billy was no exception but after seeing the wonderful hous he was adopted to and how happy he was there, I knew it was the right thing.

 

Since then I hadn’t had another foster till last week when a man emailed us saying he had a three month old pit bull puppy he didn’t want anymore. We were full at our Vetport and Atlas shelters (and puppies really need to be in a home environment if possible) so I, of course, emailed back “I will foster him!”

Then I thought, What have I done? But then I thought, I can do this! I went to the Vetport that night to meet the man and pick up the puppy. He actually left before I got there  but there was the pup. A three month old brindle male that I named Rockaway.

 

I scooped him up in my arms and took him to my car. I had already set up a crate in my bedroom. I wanted the puppy to sleep in the same room so I can listen for him and makes sure he was okay. Also I wanted Lucky to be able to smell him and get used to him.

 

On the way home, Rockaway fell asleep on my lap when I was driving and I was instantly in love.  I let him go to the bathroom outside once we were home and then carried him into my house. Lucky didn’t seem to notice I was holding a puppy and Horatio was just super excited, as always. (Please note the proper way to introduce a new dog is to walk them all together on neutral territory- not to just barge into the house with a new dog like I did =) I walked right into the bedroom and put Rockaway in his crate. He sniffed his surroundings, a new plush bed, some new chew toys. Lucky marched right up to the crate and sniffed him through the bars. Her tail was down and wagging lowly and she seemed calm. Good sign. 

 

It was 10pm and I was tired. I let Lucky and Horatio out and then we all went to bed. Rockaway cried and whined at first as I tried to go to sleep. I surprisingly didn’t have a “What did I do moment?”  For some reason I felt confident and knew he would be okay. I just had to stay calm and wait it out. In a matter of minutes he stopped and fell asleep. He slept all through the night.

 

The next morning I let Lucky and Horatio out first and then brought Lucky inside and brought Rockaway out to the yard with Horato. Horatio was super excited and ran up to a terrifed Rockaway. (Again, the nice thing to do would be to walk them together) But Horatio has a way of getting dogs to feel comfortable and come out of their shell. It wasn’t long before Rockaway was following Horatio around like a shadow.

 

I introduced Lucky slowly to Rockaway. She was very interested in him at first, but not aggressive. I had to watch her at all times. The first time I let Rockaway and her interact I was not nervous. Usually I am, I admit. Lucky sniffed him, followed him around. She tried to hump him several times but listened to me when I told her “no.” Within a matter of days she was playing with Rockaway the same as Horatio was! Now I can let them play in the living room while I am on the computer. I keep an ear out but I don’t have to contstantly be watching every move.

 

Its funny the first time I let all three of them play together in the other room, Horatio and Lucky suddenly appreared at my side and sat there staring at me. It took me a minute to realize something was up.  Where was the puppy? I went to the living room and saw Rockaway on his dog bed with my shoe! Ha! It was like Lucky and Horatio knew he was doing something wrong and wanted to let me know he was and also that they had no part of it!

 

As the days passed Horatio and Rockaway played and played like I knew they would. I thought Lucky would run around for awhile but then come back and lie down with a toy like she usually does. But today Lucky and Rockaway had a very long play sesssion where they play nipped at the neck and rolled over for each other. Then Lucky picked up a toy and teased Rockaway with it till Rockaway chased her around the living room in circles. When they were tired, they came into the office and lay down on the loveseat together. I knew Lucky would get along with the puppy eventually but I never thought she would like him this much. I was thrilled!

 

Even though all three dogs are getting along better than expected fostering Rockaway is still work. He isn’t housebroken yet. He still likes to carry my shoes to his bed if I leave them where he can find him. I haven’t yet mastered walking all three of them together. Horatio can still be a little pully and Lucky a little fiesty when she sees other dogs on the street. Rockaway walks beautifully and I don’t want him to pick up bad habits!  He is overall, a very good puppy. I accidentally got locked out of my apartment the first morning I had him and we walked to the coffee shop around the corner (that welcomes dogs) and we sat there for two hours on a bar stool (him asleep on my lap) while I waited for my boyfriend to come bring me the extra keys.  He was a dream to have at the vet when I took him to get his first puppy shots and exam. He did get car sick twice but I didn’t mind too much. My car went to the dogs a long time ago! When I took Rockaway to an event this weekend, he was a star- great with everyone.

 

When I took him to his first training class at Pawsative last week, one of the trainers, John, came over to meet Rockaway.  Rockaway immediately sat and looked up at him with big adoring eyes.

“This is a nice dog,” John said.  I nodded.  Then he asked the million dollar question. “Are you keeping him?”

 

“No,” I said quickly as if I was so sure about it, as if I wasn’t thinking about it constantly. “I already have two and my apartment really isn’t big enough…”

I trailed off.

 

“He’s a good dog,” he said and that was just it. Not that Lucky and Horatio aren’t good dogs. They are perfect now but they were considered more dificult adoptions at the time. Rockaway is a great puppy. He is social, smart and adorable. He is very adoptable. Why keep this dog when I already have two and this dog could have a wonderful home of his own… I work a lot, Lucky and Horatio take up a lot of my time… and yet Rockaway fits in so beautifully with them.  Its a delimma a lot of fosters face… Its one I thought about with each and every foster I had…

 

Right now its ten o’clock at night and Rockaway is sleeping peacefully on the loveseat curled up into a little brindle ball.  We haven’t gotten any inquiries yet for Rockaway. I guess I will have to cross that bridge when we come to it.

Rockaway asleep after a long day of playing

Rockaway asleep after a long day of playing

Rockaway and Lucky on the love seat

Rockaway and Lucky on the love seat

Horatio, Lucky and Rockaway. What good dogs!

Horatio, Lucky and Rockaway. What good dogs!

The Story of Jethro

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

This is a rescue story as experienced by Laura, our Shelter Manager.

 

The first time I saw Apollo, it was twilight in early October. I was walking Theo, an oversized chocolate colored Rottweiler mix, around the cargo areas of JFK airport, where our large dog shelter is located, when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Dogs were always seeing things in the dark that I couldn’t. That is why when I looked up, I was surprised to see a dog standing frozen in the middle of the road, about 50 feet away from us. He was about the same size as Theo, around 90 lbs, black with a white stripe down his face and white paws. His eyes were locked on me and Theo. My first feeling was panic. I thought he might come start a fight with Theo and there would be nothing I could do to separate two big, strong dogs. But not a second after, the dog turned around and ran away, disappearing into the shadows of warehouses and abandoned tractor trailers.

 

Theo and I ran back to the shelter. Three volunteers followed me out to look for the dog. A caring cab driver looked at my leash and asked me if I was looking for the big “bull dog.” It had just run past him 15 minutes ago going towards an airline hangar.  We searched for an hour, but we had to eventually call off the search.

 

After work I drove around the airport looking for the dog. The cargo areas of the airport are expansive and I knew my chances of finding him were slim, but I had to try. The night was getting colder. I was worried he was hungry and thirsty. Even though I know there are thousands of strays out in the night, once you see one, lock eyes with him or her, it’s hard to get the image out of your mind. You worry about the dog until he or she is safe.

 

Two days later, my co-worker, Erin, came running into the shelter out of breath. “I just saw a stray dog!” she said. And the search was back on again. I grabbed a leash and food, determined to get him this time.  She had seen him the same place I saw him two nights ago, on the same road, so he must be hiding out nearby. It was already dark out again, but I had to try. I couldn’t bear the thought of this poor guy being out another night with no food or shelter.

 

And there he was coming down the road towards me, looking all around in the dark. Looking for his owner? Looking for home?  His eyes were large and frightened.  I knelt down in the middle of the street and held the food out and called to him softly.  He stopped, took one look at me, and turned around and bolted in the opposite direction towards the taxi holding area.  When stray dogs are scared and confused, they are not easy to get, no matter how people friendly they are in normal circumstances.

 

I called the shelter on my cell phone and asked them to call the Port Authority Police, who are responsible for picking up stray animals at the airport. I gave my location as I was following the dog at a distance – I dropped back as far as I could, trying to keep him in eyesight. I didn’t want him to feel chased, but I didn’t want to lose him again either.

 

He was jogging along-side the expressway ramp, heading towards an airplane hangar. I then ran past that same cab driver. “I have been seeing that dog everyday for a week!” he exclaimed as I went past. “I tried but I can never get him!”

 

Just then my heart leapt into my throat as the dog ran out into traffic and onto the median and then crossed the road back over again!!! Yellow taxis honked their horns and slammed on breaks.  The poor scared creature jetted up a hill.  I followed, keeping him within my sight. When I emerged, the same cab driver was waiting for me in his black Lincoln Town Car. The back door opened. I didn’t even hesitate to jump in. What the heck? I would have said, “Follow that dog!” if it wasn’t so obvious that’s what we were doing.

 

The dog ran back towards the runways. The cab driver cut several cars off, ran a red light, and zoomed into a parking lot just as the dog disappeared around the back. The cab driver drove slowly and quietly towards the back of the building.  We saw the dog sniffing the grass!  He didn’t look up when the car stopped. I quietly got out and without warning, he took off again. It was now impossible to follow him by car, so I followed him on foot. Then he started to climb up the side of the overpass.

 

Then – he stopped halfway up – and jumped off onto the JFK Expressway! I never felt so helpless. My heart felt like it stopped beating for a second as I braced myself to hear what I feared most.  The slamming of breaks, the blasting of horns, the yelling – and I heard it all… but there was no crash! I ran up the overpass and looked down on a mess of stopped cars but no dog! He had survived! Then – I jumped off onto the highway too! I ran as fast as I could down the shoulder of the Expressway. He was out of sight now but he couldn’t have gotten far. There was no place for him to hide – only stretches of highway with walls on either side.

 

Seconds later my cab driver friend in the black Town Car raced up next to me to me and he barely stopped as I opened the door and jumped in. It was a scene straight out of an action movie! We continued down the Expressway and looked for hiding places on the side of the road where he could have slipped into. However, there was no sign of this dog! The dog had disappeared into the shadows again and we had no idea where.

 

I thanked the cab driver as he dropped me off at the Shelter.  I found Erin with two volunteers in a car and a Port Authority Policeman all looking for the dog. I told them where I last saw him. The officer went off to look for him. Any dog that the Port Authority Police find come straight to our shelter. If they found him, we would know right away.

 

We waited the rest of the night, but they never came. I wasn’t ready to give up of course. After work, I got into my car and retraced my steps looking for the dog. I continued to drive around before and after work for many days. Each day when I came into the shelter I would hope to see him there.  The nights were getting colder. Weeks went by. It was heartbreaking to think about him out there in these elements, alone, scared and hungry.

 

Just about when I started to let go of hope, I came into the shelter one day and there he was, sitting in the back of the cage all curled up, gazing at me with those big soulful eyes. He looked as big as I remembered him. Huge head, massive white paws.

 

When he stood up though, his body looked like a skeleton. My heart dropped. I never in my life saw a dog so thin, or knew a dog could be so thin and still be alive and standing. I could count every single one of his ribs from far away. It was especially alarming because of how big his head and paws were. I came close to his cage and knelt down. He approached me slowly, head down. Tears ran down my face. I was so happy that he was here, but by the looks of him, I knew his ordeal wasn’t over yet. He stuck his nose through the bars of the cage and I gently pet him. His head was still down but he looked up at me with those expressive eyes. I felt like I just made a friend for life. I told him not to worry, that he was safe now and everything would be okay.

 

Poor skinny Jethro...

Poor skinny Jethro...

Now he had a fluffy warm bed to lie on. As advised by the vet, we fed him five small meals a day. A large amount of food all at once would make him sick. Everyone who worked at the shelter spent a lot of time just sitting in the cage with him, talking to him softly and petting him. He was a very calm and affectionate dog who loved everyone. Even after being starved for over three weeks (maybe longer), he didn’t mind if someone put their hands in his food. He got along with other dogs. He shared his toys. He had a heart of gold.

 

Once he was stronger we were able to take him for walks. We named him Apollo and posted his story on the Bobbi & the Strays website. We thought he may be a hard adoption because of his size, breed and being underweight.  A lot of people in New York City live in small spaces and want a small dog. Apollo looked like a Cane Corso Mastiff to us. To a lot of people he could look intimidating, even though he really was a big mush.

 

But Luck was on Apollo’s side! A mere three days later, a wonderful couple from Long Island, New York, fell in love with his photo and couldn’t get him out of their mind.  They came to see him and were interested in fostering him first – to see if they were a match.  The couple started fostering him on a Friday evening. By Sunday, Apollo had found his permanent new home with them and a new name – Jethro!

Healthy Jethro now...

Healthy Jethro now...

We were so happy for the dog who was once abandoned without any hope.

 

Jethro with his doggie friend : - )

Jethro with his doggie friend : - )

He now hasn’t a care in the world and in our opinion, that’s the way it should be. 

 

Jethro - Happy & Loved!

Jethro - Happy & Loved!

The Hourglass

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

We get tons of inquiries a day. People found dogs and don’t want to bring them to the kill shelter, people can’t keep their dogs and don’t want to bring them to the kill shelter, people don’t want to keep their dogs and threaten us to take them to the kill shelter if we don’t take them.

But the reality is, we just don’ t have the space to take them all in at once. Right now we have a waiting list that is growing daily. I am grateful for the people who are holding the animals they found till we have space. Sometimes we are lucky to adopt them out right from the founders home and the dog never has to see the inside of a shelter. But these cases are far and few between.

Just recently a wonderful family found a sad pit mix wandering around their neighborhood. Though he looked healthy and taken care of, he wore no collar and no tags. He had no microchip. Not wanting to leave him out shivering in the cold they took him in. Unfortunately the dog and their dog didn’t get along when they introduced them so they seperated them.  The wife, Maria, emailed me a photo and description of the dog that she had started to call Rudy and asked if we could take him in. She described Rudy as being shy but very affectionate, housebroken and extremely well behaved. I explained the situation to her and told her I would put Rudy on a waiting list and in the meantime advertise him to see if we could find a foster.

A week went by and no one responded to my ads. Maria emailed me and said she was scheduled to go away on Sunday and couldn’t hold Rudy longer than that. It was now Monday. I immediately reposted Rudy’s ad making them as urgent as possible.

Amazingly that night we found a foster for Rudy. Andres responded to the ad and emailed an application. He was eager to meet Rudy and help him out. After checking his references, Maria set up a time for Andres to come to her house to meet Rudy. She called me that day sounding a little worried, asking me a lot of questions about the fostering process. I assured her that if she wasn’t comfortable with Andres that we wouldn’t give him the dog.  What we would do if we had no other foster was uncertain but it was clear Maria cared very much for Rudy and didn’t want anything to happen to him.

I waited by the phone that night to see how the meeting went. When she called, I held my breath but Maria was so happy and couldn’t believe how well everything went! She said Andres was a very nice man and he handled Rudy very well. Rudy was shy but Andres let Rudy come to him and they seemed to have a conncetion. By the end of the meeting, it was clear the two were already forming a bond. When I spoke to Andres he expressed simillar sentiments. He was very happy and couldn’t wait to take Rudy into foster.

We scheduled a vet appointment the very next day to have Rudy vaccinated and neutered. Maria generously offered to make a donation to cover the costs. We agreed that I would take Rudy to his foster home in NJ on Sunday. We perform a home visit for everyone who adopts or fosters. I would always bring a crate, bed, toys and leash for Rudy.  Maria and Andres set up a meeting on Satruday as well so Andres could spend some more time with Rudy to get to know him before he took him home.

Everything seemed to be perfect and I was so happy that we had a safe place for Rudy to go. I actually couldn’t have dreamed up a better outcome.

Maria and I spoke on the phone not too long ago clearing up last minute details. “I feel happy for the first time since I found Rudy,” she said,”because I know he is going to be okay now. I was so worried about what would happen to him.”  Maria asked if she could come on the home visit and I agreed that would be fine. She seemd to want to spend as much time with Rudy before he went and cared very much about his well being.  “This whole process has really opened up my eyes to how much is involved in rescue work,” she said. “You guys do such wonderful work and put so much into each and every animal.” Her comments really brightened my day and warmed my heart. Rescue work is not easy and is often heartbreaking as we are unable to help all the animals in need.  Many end up being euthanized in our city shelters everyday but when we are able to help just one animal like Rudy, it makes it all worth it and gives us strength to continue.

Within about ten minutes of hanging up the phone I checked my email and saw Maria had just emailed me.

“Andres called and received a job offer in Florida. He cannot foster Rudy. We are back to square one.”

I was so surprised. After everything seemed to fall into place, I didnt expect this at all. I really felt crushed. Heartbroken. I just stared at the screen. This has got to be a joke, I thought.  I couldn’t believe it. Just when you think everything is going to work out… that you managed to save one dog that otherwise didn’t have much of a chance… it all can fall apart in an instant.

But we have come this far and I refuse to give up. I immediately reposted Rudy’s material in as many places as possible. Sent out an email to all my contacts, pleading for a temporary home for Rudy.

Its Thursday night.  I have two and half more days at best. I know there has to be someone out there for Rudy.  Rescue work has enormous highs (when you are able to help an animal) and devastating lows (when you can’t help one that you are trying so desperately to help) and the rest of the time you are walking a thin line between them.

When its like this, the only thing I can do is keeping going, keep trying. There are no formulas, no magic words to say, no special skill. Its a game of persistance and luck but a game with a timer that always clicks loudly in your ear. Its as if the hour glass has been turned over again. The clock is ticking. 

Will a home for Rudy be found in time? Time will only tell. 

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Rudy at Maria's house

UPDATE!!!!

There is a happy ending for Rudy!!  Maria sent out an email plea that was sent out to her coworkers and forwarded from there. It reached a nice family who live in Long Island that came out to see Rudy that night and fell in love! Rudy seemed to bond especially with their ten year old grandaughter. They took Rudy home that night where he met their other dog and they became friends. They all slept in bed together =) They report Rudy is doing great!

Big thanks to Maria and her family for saving Rudy and fostering him and refusing to give up hope.  You guys inspire me! Its happy endings like these that give us strength to keep going. 

Below is Rudy and the grandaughter, Daisy.  The flash did a number on Rudy’s eyes but we know he is happy and safe  in his new home!

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See BATS PICTURES!!!

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010

Did you know that Bobbi and the Strays has a Flickr account?  Well we do – so please visit and take a look.  You don’t even have to have a Flickr account to look at our photosHere is the direct link.  (Flickr is a photo sharing website.) 

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AND you can also post your own photos or videos of your adopted furry family to our Group Pool as well – maybe even some pics of some of our events you might have attended.  You can even start some great conversations in our group too.  For this – you have to be/become a member of Flickr, though.  The great news is that it is FREE – and Easy!

If you would like to post to Bobbi and the Strays Group Pool on Flickr – here is what you need to do. 

1)  Go to Flickr – www.flickr.com

2)  Log On or Create an Account

3)   Load your photos or video to your own account

4)  Go to the Search Box and type in bobbiandthestrays – all one word – that is just how Flickr does it – then hit the arrow next to search and pull down the menu to “groups” – this way you search for our group

5)  Bobbi and the Strays will come up – click into our group

6)  You will see “Group Pool” in pink – near the top – click that

7)  Then click “Add photo or Video” and just choose what photos or videos you would like to add to our Group Pool.  (Please note that any photos/video you want to add to our group must first be posted under your own account)

Remember to check our page on Flickr often as we regularly upload photos from our events, pictures of our volunteers helping our animals, and of course, the wonderful dogs and cats that we have for adoption.

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Remember our page -

www.flickr.com/photos/bobbiandthestrays

You can even bookmark it. : )

Greetings from Brooklyn!

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010
 
Hello everyone!  I would like to share a holiday greeting from one of our alumni – a dog named Brooklyn.  She was saved from the city shelter and is living the good life with her loving new family.  It’s the stories that adopters share which give us the strength to continue.  The hope that one day we can do this for all the homeless dogs and cats and there will be none left without a warm loving home… Thank you Anna for writing this wonderful history of your life with Brooklyn! 
Love, “Aunty Sandy”
(as Brooklyn now likes to call me!)
 

MERRY CHRISTMAS BOBBI AND SANDY!

Love Brooklyn (and my parents Anna and Jay)

 

I started off my new life when Bobbi saved me from the bad place. I was taken to a new half-way home where people looked after me and promised they would find me a furever home… I hoped it would be soon

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One night two people came to see me, they had met a couple of my other friends first and were saving me for last. I was just excited that I got another chance to get outside and run around! Little did I know that my little toilet break would be the night I met my new mom and dad!!

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On Easter Saturday it was my birthday.. mom and dad came to collect me and take me to my new home in Queens! My very own home! Boy was this going to be fun! 

 

I arrived at  my new apartment and I couldn’t believe my eyes, I had a brand new bed that was all mine! There were also toys and LOTS of new smells and food and water in my own place in the kitchen!

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 Unfortunately it wasn’t going to be all fun and games, you see I had gotten sick over the past few weeks. What we initially thought was just kennel cough developed into pneumonia and I was a very sick girl indeed. I didn’t eat, I threw up a lot, I couldn’t breathe and I barely stood up.. it was very scary. At least I was warm and safe.

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 Mommy and Daddy made me a bed on the floor and mommy slept with me most nights to wipe my nose and make sure I could breathe okay.

 

 I needn’t have worried, my guardian angel, Bobbi, stepped in once again and made sure that my new mom and dad were able to get me better at a couple of different vets offices and with lots of different antibiotics. I lost a lot of weight (yep, I actually dropped into the mid 30 pound range – I’m a pitbull for goodness sake I’m not meant to be that skinny!) but slowly I started to feel better, I really didn’t like those pills everyday, yuck!

 

 My aunty Sandy was really nice through all of it, I heard mom on the phone every night talking to her about me and how I was going. I knew I was in safe hands.

 

 My life has been a blur of funness ever since I beat my sickness.

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Mom bought me a raincoat (though I still shake myself when my feet get wet even though I am actually dry, mom thinks this is very funny!)

 

 I love to go camping, mommy and daddy take me to the Poconos in the summertime.

 

It’s great, I chase chipmunks and smell lots of stuff and I don’t have to wear that silly leash all the time!

 

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My grandparents came to visit from Australia, my grandma knitted me my very own winter sweater! 

 

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I have new boots now for next year at the Poconos, it turns out that I ignore that I am hurting my feet running around all the time until they are very very sore. So mom bought me some outdoor shoes! I’m not super used to them yet, but it sure beats gravel between the toes! J

 

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I am so grateful to Bobbi and her team. If it weren’t for them I never would have found a furever home or my mom and dad.

 

 I now weigh in at close to 50 pounds, mom says I am a little piglet, and I think she might be right!

 

 I have learned so many new tricks I can now sit, stay, high five with right and left paw separately, roll over and play dead. My dad is so proud, he shows me off to all of our friends. I just like the treats, but don’t tell mom and dad that!!

 Thank you Bobbi and Sandy, and all the other helpers, who played such a big part in making sure I was given a second chance in life!  

Merry Christmas! 

Love Brooklyn

(Oh and Anna and Jay too!)

Xoxo

Sweet Eba

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

Poor Eba.  Just being in a shelter is difficult for the dogs, but for this 7 year old rotti girl, it has been particularly hard.

Eba’s original owner had passed away and the person he wanted to care for Eba could not do it so she surrendered Eba to our shelter. When Eba first came in, she was very attached to her current caretaker and didn’t want anything to do with us.  One of my new workers was a little worried.

“Lets just take a walk together,” I suggested and we all walked Eba around outside the shelter. Eba got into her walk and she didn’t even notice when I took the leash from her caretaker.  I then ignored Eba and just continued on the walk. Most people think you should give the dog a lot of attention and talk and pet the dog when meeting, but for a dog like Eba, who was clearly uncomfortable with us and her suroundings, the best thing to do is to ignore her and let her feel you out. So that is what we did. By the next day Eba was our best friend.

She quickly became known as the dog who walks right at your side, gazing up at you in adoration, or the dog who just flops over for belly rubs anytime or place. Her little stub of a tail goes crazy in excitment when meeting other dogs. She usually has to be bribed to go back in her cage with a treat and it breaks out hearts everytime to put her back.

Eba was lucky enough to go to a wonderful foster home but when the foster parents had to start working more they returned Eba to the shelter because they didn’t want her to be alone all day.  Eba was adopted out not long after but returned the next day.  Some people have the best intentions and try to compensate for the dog being in the shelter with tons of affection and attention right off the bat but for a dog like Eba who has been through so much, she needs space to adjust.  It doesn’t take her long but her new home was too overwhelming too soon and they brought her back when she went to bite a vister to the house on the first day =(

When I give Eba to new volunteers to walk, I always tell them the same thing. “Ignore her for awhile. No petting. talking etc. When she is ready, she will come to you.” They look at me with uncertainity as they take the leash but when they come back, they usually say the same thing. “She is the best dog! She is so sweet! She just rolled over for belly rubs on the grass and didn’t want to get up!”

When Eba started limping one day, a caring volunteer took her to Howard Beach Animal Clinic where we found out the bad news. Eba had a torn ACL in her leg.  She was in a lot of pain and would need surgery.  To make matters worse, they found a lump on her belly that could be a cancer tumor. They would have to do a biopsy. If she had cancer, they would have to do another major surgery.  On top of that, she would need 16 weeks recovery for her leg.  Just the thought of her having to recover in a noisy, stressful shelter brought me to tears.

The day I brought Eba back for her surgery we had to wait because it was extremely crowded. In a room full of strangers and strange dogs, Eba decided to flop over for her belly rub.  It was the cutest thing. She seemed oblivious to everything else! She seemed relaxed and content to be pet in a crowded vet waiting room, waiting patiently for her turn to be called. When I left her there for her surgery, it was hard not to cry. She was such a good dog!

After the surgey, Dr Weinstein called us to say that everything went well and that Eba should spend a couple more days at the vet recovering before going home.  They did a biopsy but didn’t have the results back yet.

We prepared for her return at the shelter. Someone donated a large comfortable orthropedic bed for Eba to rest on.  The staff knew they couldn’t let Eba run or play. She could be leashed walked only.

Then we got the good news! The biopsy came back and Eba didn’t have cancer! When I went to pick up Eba from the vet, Dr Weinstein brought her out and said, “This is a nice dog!”  It seemed he really taken a liking to her.  He gave me detailed instructions about her recovery and told me she would have to come back in ten days to get her staples out.

Eba didn’t seem like a dog who just had surgery. She was happy to see me and I had to keep her on a very short leash because she wanted to hop and run out to my car. I had to use all my strength to stop her from jumping in and allow me to lift her gently into the back seat.  She wanted to put her head right near mine as we drove back to the shelter.

In the days to come, staff and volunteers would take extra special care in dealing with Eba. When the weather was nice enough we would take her out on the grass and just sit with under a nearby tree. She couldn’t walk very far and sometimes she would just lie down and rest.  We would wait patiently till she felt strong enough to get back up. She would lie there, rolled over, asking to be pet, her paws straight up in the air. She was goofy, loving, playful. 

When I took Eba back to the vet for her check up, Dr Weinstein said her leg was healing well. They took the staples out and instructed me not to let her run or play yet. She was still healing. Then in the middle of her check up, she flopped to the floor again for a belly rub!

Eba is almost completely healed now. I am sad that she had to recover in the stressful shelter environment but I am proud of the strength and grace she possessed.  I pray every night that someone will come along who is able to adopt and see Eba for the wonderful dog she is.  She has to be one of the most devoted and loyal canines I have ever met- and I have met a lot! I know whoever adopts her will be extremely lucky. Someone just needs to give her a chance.

I want to sincerely thank Dr Weinstein of Howard Beach Animal Clinic for performing the surgery and taking special care of Eba for us.  We would also like to express our deepest gratitude to the Pedigree Foundation for giving us a grant that helped make Eba’s surgery possible. Also thank you to the volunteers and staff who also donated special items and their valuable time in helping Eba recooperate after her surgery. Thank you!!

IF you are interested in adopting or fostering Eba please email Adopt@bobbicares.org  or click here for more information on this special dog. 

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Eba relaxing by the tree at the shelter Eva loves belly rubs!

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Eba resting in the grass

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Staples in Eba's leg after her surgery

Eba relaxings with a volunteer at the shelter

Eba relaxing with a volunteer at the shelter

Our animals need your HELP!

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

 

Do you have a BIG heart?  Would you like to make a special and disctintive donation – even on behalf of a friend, family member, or another person deserving of a great gift?  If you donate in this touching and affecting way by becoming a Sponsor you will be helping a homeless animal in their greatest time of need. 

 

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Our animals are in desperate need of Pet Guardians.  Times are especially tough for these dogs and cats.  Some have been with us for a while while they await their forever home.  Others have been sick or were found abused and/or injured and were in immediate need of medical care – and medical care can be quite costly.  This is why these wonderful animals need heroic Guardians to watch over them.   

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Maybe you want to make an impact on many animals at the same time.  Then why not sponsor one of our programs such as our ‘Spay & Neuter’ program or our ‘Emergency Medical Care’ program? 

 

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If you do decide to donate on a monthly basis and become a Bobbi and the Strays’ Pet Guardian or donate so that a friend or family member can become a Pet Gaurdian, a special welcome letter will be sent to you (and/or your friend) along with regular updates on your sponsored pet and/or updates about Bobbi and the Strays. 

 

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Please follow this link for full details of our Pet Guardian program and to see which of our animals are most in need of Sponsorship at this time.  You can also call us for more information at (718) 326-6070 or email sponsor@bobbicares.org. 

 

Don’t forget, Bobbi and The Strays is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization. Contributions are tax-deductible as allowed by law and are greatly appreciated!  (And – don’t forget – Sponsorship can make a GREAT GIFT!)