Christmas Gift - The Best Part of Rescuing German Shorthairs

Wednesday night was eventful, to say the least.

I picked up a female GSP from a local rescue/vet.  Since it was Christmas, the vets closed on Wednesday, so she had to stay the night with us. Thursday, we ferried her to Fredericksburg  to meet her new foster family.  They’re going to call her Zuzu, because, you know, it's Christmas - and "It's a Wonderful Life".  I love it!

We brought Zuzu home, bathed her, and let her get accustomed to Zanna and Dex the Wonderdogs.  Dex was in her face, wanting to play, wouldn’t give her one second to breathe.  Zanna was a little more standoff-ish, but somewhat welcoming.

 

Snoozing with Dex after a hard day!

Trying to get Zanna to play!

In the end, they all got along just fine, and soon wore themselves out.  Zuzu crated like a dream.  She didn’t wake up until 4 a.m., at which time all three dogs decided they had to go outside.

It took me a while to figure out Zuzu was hungry again.  So I fed her.  Then she got that just-fed burst of energy.  It’s 4:30 in the morning, peeps.  But there’s no telling what schedule she’s been on at the veterinarian for the last 30 days, so…grace.

Zuzu and I escaped the rest of the dogs and repaired to the guest bedroom, where she snoozed up against me for a couple of hours.  It’s a good thing.

She had another big day with travel.  She did so well!  Before she got to call it a night, she had more adoptive siblings to meet, and even a horse!  I believe she’ll settle in well.

Traveling day.  She did so well!

Zuzu’s not even been here and gone 24 hours, and I’m already missing her.

Zuzu in her new foster home.  Isn't she beautiful?

Godspeed, sweet girl.  I’m praying your life is all roses and pig ears from this point forward.

It’s never boring around here.

If you’re interested in adopting this sweet girl, please contact Texas GSP Rescue for a consultation/house visit.  They are the greatest people, and we love working with them!

New Kid On the Block or What Were We Thinking?

As some of you may know, we lost our precious Zack the Wonder Dog to a quick growing cancer in July of this year.

Zanna the Wonder Dog misses him.  And we miss him. 

So much that we made a quick decision (i.e., we weren’t thinking, didn’t do the research, we weren’t thinking, (oh yeah, I already said that, didn’t I?) didn’t look at the big picture) to adopt a dog that we had decided to foster.

Before we even got him into foster status.

His name is Dexter.

He is wrecking our house.  He regularly believes table tops, no matter the height, should be his perch from which to gain purview of everything.  So that he might find something else to chew up. Tear up. Throw up in the air and catch with his mouth.

So, if I’ve been a little distracted, I believe it's because I have a toddler in my house.

And Janie the Dog Whisperer has officially hung up her hat in an admission of failure.

We have had to call in a dog trainer.  One who thought he could turn Dexter around in 45 minutes. (Even he quickly changed his mind, haha!)

We laugh, now.  And ThatManILove says that, with every act,  Dex is just trying to fill up his love bucket.

It’s been four weeks and Dexter is making huge progress but he is still stretching us to the max.

Insofar as we can tell, Dexter was a chained up yard dog, with virtually no human interaction.  It took us almost 2 weeks to establish eye connection with him.   

I hate it when my carpet has stuff on it, like pieces of pig ears, fabric,  and plastic.  It drives me bonkers.

And he loves to tip over the grands’ storage toy buckets.  LOVES their stuff.

Right now, I’m just walking over, under, or by the mess, and putting on Young Living Stress Away Essential Oil.

If I get out the vacuum cleaner, it will be certain death to that machine…because Dex will want to play with it.  He LOVES to help me dry my hair.

If you can imagine a dog with interest in E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G., you might have a wee idea of what animal we have.  Add the German Shorthair hunting instinct?  And just a tad of young pup?

Voila.

Dexter.

And he has absolutely stolen our hearts.  He makes us laugh, ‘til we cry.

Playing the "Don't Cross The Barrier" Game.

 And Zanna?  Is back to her wild ways, getting Dex to chase her, play fighting, and (gulp) even flirting.

She LOVES him.

All is well in her world.

Dexter is officially part of our house.  He's been neutered, chipped, and sleeps on our bed about half the night.  He's in like Flynn.

If you’d like to foster or adopt a German Shorthair Pointer, let me suggest www.texasgsprescue.com.  They’re great people – and you will fall in love with a German Shorthair.