Cody: Adopted!

4 1/2 long months in the shelter, one week in a foster home and adopted :}

4 1/2 long months in the shelter, one week in a foster home and adopted :}

Guess who got adopted today? Cody Coyote! So happy for him! I did tell his adopter that if it didn’t work out, I’d have him back in a heartbeat, but let’s cross paws that this is forever for Cody. I’ll ask his new dad to send me a picture of them together and post it when I get word that he’d never give Cody back. Not ever. Until then, let’s hope our boy warms up quickly to his new life. Big thanks to all who helped and shared his info.

Cody: Husky/CataGoofball


Cody is my weekend foster. I don’t especially have a thing for Husky’s, Shepherds or Catahoulas, all of which I think he may be. And I didn’t go to the shelter, lock eyes with him through the chain link and say, “Wow. That’s my boy,” as I have done with another dog or two (or 10). Nope.

I had just heard on Facebook that Cody was there the longest — since November when he was picked up as a stray — and that he wasn’t doing well. He was getting skinny and he had to be carried back to his kennel if someone took him out for a walk. And a whole bunch of us volunteers felt bad for him, including my friend, Sharon, who had taken him to some offsite adoption events, but couldn’t bring him home as a foster because her male dog doesn’t often tolerate other males.


So I picked him up Friday afternoon, intending to have him only for the weekend and to keep him in my indoor/outdoor kennel, provided he wasn’t a barker. And Sharon offered to take him to another offsite adoption event for me Saturday, as I had to work. 

 When I picked him up from the shelter, he was kind of a nervous wreck. He was even afraid to get into my car, so I had to lift him in and put him in the kennel I keep in the back. I don’t like lifting strange dogs and putting them in places they don’t want to go. Call me a chicken, but I can only imagine them ripping my face off under the circumstances. I’m happy to report, Cody didn’t. In fact, he just slumped in my arms like a baby.

I got home and decided to throw my dog, Crespo, into the car too and take them both to the dog park, but I was a little concerned about how the introduction might go. Cody seemed very friendly, wrestling with a dog in the lobby of the shelter as we were leaving, but you just never know. And my dog is a huge hulk weighing in at 85lbs., so sometimes other male dogs find him intimidating and decide to go for a pre-emptive strike against him.

I kept Cody in the kennel and let Crespo sniff him through the bars. No ill will. In fact, both boys wagged tails. So I threw Crespo in the car and drove the five minutes to the dog park, where they had their introduction in the parking lot, both of them leashed and one in each hand. Yeah, maybe that was stupid. But it worked out fine with no growling or posturing.

The first five minutes at the dog park proved terrifying for Cody and I kept him leashed, just in case I needed to get to him right away. And also because I wasn’t sure if he was one of those dogs who would take off and try to elude me at all costs. The first thing he did was tuck his tail and curl his body into a big horrified question mark. But by minute six, he morphed into a racehorse/bucking bronco/kangaroo and had a ball. And when I say kangaroo, I mean, all four of his feet left the ground simultaneously more than once in a dog-on-dog mad dash. One time, Crespo stopped short and Cody wound up squarely on his back, as if they were horse and rider. Fortunately, Crespo thought that was hilarious. 

Cody reminds me a little of Napoleon Dynamite during the big dance scene...

Cody reminds me a little of Napoleon Dynamite during the big dance scene…

...or a kangaroo.

…or a kangaroo.

Trying to get in on a little tug-o-war with Crespo and his girlfriend, Dottie.

Trying to get in on a little tug-o-war with Crespo and his girlfriend, Dottie.

An hour later, Cody and Crespo piled into the car as if they were old friends. Well, that’s not really true. I still had to pick up Cody and carry him to the car. He doesn’t like cars. Even if one drives by us on the street, he’s really worried it’s going to run us all over. He’s very skittish. I guess if you spent the last four months of your life in a cage, you’d be afraid of everything too. 

Back at my house, he wasn’t thrilled to go in the backyard kennel, so again, I had to carry and deposit him in there. And he wasn’t even interested in eating a bowl of food sprinkled with frozen bits of brisket I keep in my freezer for special dog treats made of leftovers. He was really having none of my big time foster dog hospitality at first.

But when my husband went to check on him in the morning, the food bowl was empty. And our second trip to the dog park was instantly a good time for Cody.

There were five adoptions at that offsite Saturday, but Cody wasn’t one of them :{ He did have a delightful time, however, and seems just fine with all kinds of people, and even did well with cats. Sharon was planning to bring him back to the shelter for me if he wasn’t adopted, but my husband and I decided to give Cody a few more days here with us. At first, he barked on and off  in our outdoor kennel, and we can’t subject our neighbors to that. But he’s since settled down and if he continues to be quiet out there, we’ll foster him longer. Cody’s a very sweet boy. Please spread the word to help him find his Forever Home. If you’re interested in putting in an adoption application on him, please email me at It’s possible for us to ship him to the northeast on Rescue Road Trips (


If he goes back to the shelter, you can find him at:

Companion Animal Alliance of Baton Rouge

2680 Progress Road | Baton Rouge, LA 70807
Phone: 225.774.7701| Fax: 225-775-6403
Shelter open: 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday; 11 a.m.-7 p.m. Thursday; closed Monday.

His impound # is #29293


Wouldn’t you like to make this your permanent nose to kiss at home? I’ll tell you what, Cody sure would like it.