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“Who do you call?”

Tuesday, May 4th, 2010

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

 

It’s funny, but once you start helping an animal rescue, you immediately become the person that your neighbors turn to if there is an animal “problem.” Sometimes you feel incredibly frustrated because you can’t help, but there are other times when you can.

That’s the way it was last summer when our first litter of driveway kittens (4) arrived at our house. A neighbor had them in their yard and so, even though we hadn’t trapped any before, off we went, carrier in hand, leather gloves and long sleeves at the ready. Thank goodness for those leather gloves.

Belle with her brothers and sisters

Belle with her brothers and sisters

I happened upon the next kitten while driving through the driveway, scooped the little one up, and then found myself unable to park the car with one hand. Fortunately my sister-in-law and niece arrived at the same time and I passed the kitten off to my niece. Now I keep a small collapsible carrier in the car, just in case.  It came in very handy when we found an injured racing pigeon, but that’s a story for another day.

Otto

Otto

Otto

Otto

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We let it be known that we were trying to capture this little Tuxedo kitten that we spotted in the driveway and one day the doorbell rang and I was off.  This little guy proved to be a fighter, every bit as defiant as his grown-up feral siblings, but he was charmed by my daughter, Erica, and after a couple of sleepless nights for everyone, he quickly turned into a sweetheart.

Boomer

Boomer

We’re getting used to the doorbell ringing for kittens, but one morning the phone rang at 7:15.

It was a call about a small dog that had been wandering around since the day before and was now resting on a neighbor’s lawn. I gathered up some biscuits, fashioned a leash into a “noose” to put around the dog’s neck, put on the leather gloves just in case, walked across the street and stopped in surprise.

The “small” dog was heading my way and wasn’t my idea of small at all, but was a big Rottweiler mix. The dog was not threatening, but did not act as if she wanted to be rescued, refused the biscuits and headed back to the lawn where she had been resting. The individual who had called me lived next door and went inside for water and some leftover chicken, both of which the dog happily devoured. Feeling a little better, the leash was slipped over her neck and off she went to the shelter to be held for 72 hours in the hope that her owner could be found, and if not, to begin her journey to finding a new home.

I had posted this dog’s information on the Animal Care and Control website and received a phone call saying that they may have gotten a call from the dog’s owner and gave me her information. The dog had traveled all the way from Brooklyn to Queens, crossing major boulevards and traveling many miles in the process. Who knows how many thousands of cars zoomed past her as she made her journey.

NEVER BELIEVE THAT A DOG WILL REMAIN IN A 10 BLOCK RADIUS.

A lost dog will just keep on walking because they don’t know which way to go to find their family and will just keep on walking and walking, trying to do so, even if it’s taking them in the opposite direction. Expand your search, contacting vet offices and rescue groups many miles away from your home.

Thank goodness we were able to catch this dog and bring her to the Bobbi and the Strays large dog location. The dog was missing since Sunday, caught on Monday, and it took until Friday for the owner to find the dog. An animal in the city’s system would have been given 72 hours, until Wednesday, for the owner to turn up at which point it would either have been euthanized or put up for adoption. As it was, Cassie received shots that day and was set to go to an adoption event the next day.

Cassie

Cassie

Time is of the essence in locating a lost dog or cat. 

All of the kittens we rescued from our driveway, eight from five different litters, were all adopted out through Bobbi and the Strays.
Travis

Travis

Jasmine
Jasmine

 

I wonder what this summer will bring.

 
Please also remember that Spring is “KITTEN SEASON”.  Please refer to this post to see how you can become part of the solution and save the lives of countless cats.  

 

Also - for a bit more insight into TNR (Trap, Neuter, Release/Return) - please refer to one of Susan’s past blog posts - Cat Fishing.  

Share YOUR Story

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

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:

1)  a “happy tail” - the adoption of your dog or cat from BATS 

2)  your experience as a volunteer with us

3)  how we helped reunite you with your lost dog or cat

4)  your experience as a foster parent for one of our animals

5)  a funny story about Bobbi : - )

6)  your experience at one of our events

7)  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:

Oreo – Happy at Last   

Cat Fishing

First Adventure with BATS

Greetings from Brooklyn

 

 

Thank you for your support!

 

“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. 

rudy

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!

rudy-adopted