Knightly: From Sad to Happy (very fast)


See this sad fella?

Sad, sad Knightly at the shelter. Way too overwhelming for this sensitive boy.

Sad, sad Knightly at the shelter. Way too overwhelming for this sensitive boy.

Here’s what he looks like 48 hours after being in a foster home. Amazing that the  quiet space in my garage was all he needed to detox from the noise and harrowing experience of the shelter.  And then a little play time with a couple of my dogs.

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I wish I could post video here, but my blog isn’t equipped for it. His wrestling sessions with Crespo are pretty hilarious.  Here’s a little sample:

Throwing head back and laughing hysterically (in dog language), while Crespo goads him into playing.

Throwing head back and laughing hysterically (in dog language), while Crespo goads him into playing.

If you’re interested in adopting Knightly, check out his petfinder link:

My pal, Jacinta, may be able to put his wrestling debut on his petfinder link. Please go check him out. He’s a lovely, sweet and submissive fella. And I suspect someone hit him now and then, because he can’t seem to believe when I lift my hand to pet him that I’m not going to strike him :{ He’s so easy going and mellow too; I can’t imagine anyone losing his temper with this Teddy Bear of a guy. He’s timid and shy but warms up quickly and I’ve even gotten kisses already. In other sad news, he is heart worm positive. He needs someone who will see him through that and give him the love he deserves.

Another friend of mine is taking over fostering him tomorrow and I’m really going to miss him. He’s a super easy and calm dog. Please share and help him find a home. He loves other dogs,  ignores cats, and like kids. However, he really startles from loud noises, so he’ll need kids who will be gentle with him and respectful. He warms up slowly but then very surely. Comes bounding when I call him and we’ve only known each other 48 hours.  I can’t say even all of my own dogs do that. Please share Knightly’s story and help him find a home.


See that little blur at the end of Knightly’s butt? That’s his tail wagging. Timid, but happy.


UPDATE (4/14/13): I’ve had Knightly a week and I’ve decided to keep him here another week. He’s come so far I don’t want to change his environment while his confidence is building. Plus, he’s the easiest house guest we have ever had. He had some interest at an adoption event Saturday with a lovely couple I thought might come back and adopt him Sunday, but they didn’t :{ Hopefully, the right person will come for him soon.



Frida is Lost: Bring Her Home.


This is one of my first fosters, Frida. When she was here, I named her “Blossom” because that is what she needed to do in order to find a good home. She was so shy she pressed herself against the back of the kennel and didn’t want to come out. And when she did, she spent all of her time hiding under my coffee table. But she found the best home I could ever have hoped for, with a poet and LSU grad student whom I have come to adore. And we are all freaked out because a couple of days ago, at their new home in New Orleans, she slipped out through a faulty gate in the yard and disappeared.

I’m writing this post in the hope that those of you with connections in mid-city New Orleans will help look for her. She is still very shy, though not aggressive at all. I suspect she followed a food trail somewhere and got trapped in someone’s backyard. This is not the kind of dog who ordinarily wanders; she LOVES her mom and dad, rarely lets them out of her sight and is the kind of dog who, if let off the leash, runs straight home. They have invested so much time (training her) and money (fast-kill heart worm treatment) and love in her. Please help them get her back.

I really don’t like to post sad stuff, because there’s enough of that out there without me, so let’s not put this in the sad category. My brother’s dog was missing for a year and was returned healthy, safe and sound due to some fliers my mom put up in a supermarket near her house. My friend Patti’s dog hopped her fence and was on the lam for a week before someone put signs up and the woman who had him in her backyard called and returned him.

Let’s bring Frida home. (Meanwhile, I need to get that song “Bring her Home” from Les Miserables out of my head, so please let’s do this fast).

Thank you, beautiful people!