Saturday, October 18, 2014

Berman Believes in Forever Love!

Written by CP Berman

CP Berman, now Blissful in Forever!

They’re in Love!!!  They are so “crazy” about me (whatever that really means…) and they really seem to be enjoying spending time with me!

Ha!  I bet my Foster Mom is gonna’ be surprised to hear this!  She was like all, “Berman!!!  That’s enough!!!” and that sort of thing, but I have made excellent progress!

I've pretty well figured out that this is my permanent home – Forever! - and it makes a difference, knowing that Mom and Dad will always take care of me.  I mean, it was confusing at first because, almost right away, they up and took me off to some strange place they called “Florida” and I was sure they were going to dump me off somewhere – but they didn’t!  They kept me right with them and then brought me back home – and now I am one contented little camper.

Don’t believe me?  Well, just watch my little movie!  You can’t get much more contented that that!  Mom and Dad love to watch me when I am totally relaxed.  They say I am “a hoot to watch” which I think means I make them laugh! 

Making your Mom & Dad laugh is a great thing to do, and it’s really very simple:  I just roll on my back with a toy bone or ball in my mouth, kick my hind legs out, take the toy out of my mouth with both paws and drop it back in my mouth again – They think it's hysterical!  Unfortunately, I killed the squeaker on the bone in the film, but when I have one with a squeaker, I really get going!  It's so cute to watch Mom and Dad giggle!

Foster Mom’s description of me on the Col. Potter website said I had “the potential for being an awesome dog” and I have to admit, she got that absolutely right!  All it took was an Awesome Mom & Dad!

Oh!!  I think I must be in Love too!

Thank you Foster Mom and Col. Potter!

Read my Intake Story Here:

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

A Dandelion in October!

Written by CP Dandi

Mom is always watching me!

Have you ever had Dandelions in October? 

Well, I know my name is Dandi, but Mom calls me “Dandelion” so she has a dandelion every month of the year!  Some people do all kinds of things to get rid of dandelions, but my Mom does just the opposite!  Works for me!

You may remember that I came here with a big problem.  My heart wasn’t put together right at the factory so…  What Mom?...  Oh, I was born with a “congenital heart defect” Mom says.  She called it “Tetrology of Fallot” and it is pretty bad.  However it happened, my heart is not hooked up right, and that means I don’t get the right amount of blood flow, and that means I don’t get enough oxygen to really live.

I like to supervise Gabby, Allie, and our friend Luca in the pool

Well, I am living pretty well, though, right Mom?  Mom is always here, or some other nice person is here, all the time, just to make sure I don’t get into trouble with this oxygen stuff.   They always have an extra supply of oxygen that I can have whenever I need it.  I also take special medicine to help keep things working right.

Sometimes I get to visit with sick children, but not too much.  I like this special little girl who calls me her “Furry White Angel” and I make her smile, even though she has problems with her heart too.

See!  I'm in charge of the play room!

When I go to the hospital with Mom, which I really like to do, I spend most of the time in the special play room.  All of my brothers and sisters and friends come there too, and we have a great time!  Sometimes Allie and Gabby, Ashley, or one of the other Therapy Dogs go off for thirty minutes to visit patients, but then they come back and play with me.

Now, the other dogs only come to the hospital two days a week for only half a day.  It’s really only four hours, so I think that isn’t really a half a day, but Mom calls it “half a work day” so I guess she knows what she’s talking about.  The point is, I get to come every day, and this means something very important: I get to control the room, and what fun that is!  I have all of my own favorite toys, but I also get to steal my friends’ toys, and that’s the best!  I love being in charge!

We have a nice patio at home...

...and a nice big yard - with lots of toys!

We have a lot of fun finding things in the grass...

...and we like to team up to keep the squirrels up the tree!

Of course, at home, I like to run things there too!  We have a beautiful yard and lots of fun toys, and critters to hunt and chase!  That takes teamwork, so I am glad to have the help.  I guess I don’t always have to be the boss!

My big sister Ashley has a heart problem too, but her problem is different.  Mom explained it to me, but I still don’t really get it.  The important thing is that I look at Ashley as a good role model, and she gives me lots of encouragement.  We both might have what Mom calls “uncertain futures” but we are here right now, living every day to the fullest, one day at a time.  I’m OK with that, you know, because each day we know we are loved more than I bet you can imagine!

I get lots of encouragement every day!

Thank you Col. Potter for rescuing us and helping us find the very best Mom!  What’s that, Mom?...  Oh…  Mom says I should thank Col. Potter for my Freedom...  Well, I’m the boss right now, so I’m sticking with my own ideas!

Thanks for finding me the very Best Mom!

Read my Intake story:

Read Ashley’s Intake Story (CP Highway):

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Today is our “Triple Gotcha Day!"

Written by Mom
Bea, Neha, and Zander Celebrate their Triple Gotcha Day!

We adopted Bea and Neha together on 9/24/2008 after they bonded in foster care.  Bea was an owner surrender and her family could no longer afford to take care of her and Neha belonged to an elderly woman who died.  They were fostered in Virginia.  Neha was grief stricken for several months, barely lifting her head to eat and not interested in much around her.  Bea changed that and when she came, Neha got back her vitality.  Neha chased the soccer ball around her foster mom's yard and Bea bounced into her and played with her and her foster brother.  Six years later, Bea is 14 1/2 and blind and Neha is 12 1/2 and they are still fast friends.  Bea still manages to find Neha to bump into and play with.

Zander found his way to us as our first foster on 5/4/2009, I saw his picture on the CRM page and actually asked to foster him by name.  We were told he was a puppy mill rescue and estimated to be 7-10 years old.  He was in such bad condition that he barely survived his transport to us.  He weighed under 11 pounds and had a severe cough when he arrived.  Our housecalls vet put him on medications and he was diagnosed hypothyroid with chronic yeast issues.  He suffered from fear aggression, resource guarding, and fear biting.  He had a failed 19 day adoption and we took him back and decided to adopt him.  We saw a behaviorist and worked on his issues.  He still needs a muzzle at the groomer and the vet, and lacks bite inhibition, but we are one and a half years out from the last bite.  We dated his paperwork 9/24/2009 so they could share their gotcha day.  At the time we were sure that we would wake up one day and he wouldn't.  He has really beat the odds and our vet re-aged him and she thinks is close to 10 years old now.  They are wonderful additions to our 'furmily'.

Read About our 1st Triple Gotcha Day!

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Fife Strikes up the Forever Band!

Written by his New Mom

Fife and New Mom

Fife is home and everyone is doing fine!  He is chasing my Miniature Schnauzer around the coffee table and they are both loving it!

Thank you so much Col. Potter for bringing him into my life.  He is an absolute doll and my Forever Best Friend already!

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Miss Divinity Bids Farewell...

Sweet Miss Divinity, 12/1/1999 - 09/10/2014

We have been much blessed to be able to follow the wonderful exploits of Miss Divinity and her Dad for several years, but she has now folded her tent and begun her final journey, and we must, sadly, let her go.

Divinity loved to go camping with her Dad!

Divinity spent her first nine years in a breeding facility, so the Freedom to play with toys or roll in the grass came very late in life.  Divinity and her Dad kept a truly lovely Blog with many stories and photos that we can still enjoy, as the lessons she teaches are timeless:  There is no age limit on Love and there is no limitation to what a determined little Cairn can do with the Love and support of a caring human being who can look at a “worn-out” working girl and imagine only great adventures in her future!

Safe Journey, Miss Divinity, and God Bless You, Divinity’s Dad...

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

CP Kessler has No Komplaints!

Written by CP Kessler nka Kepler

Look at me!  I got a New Mom!!!

You know, it seems like just the other day when those people over at Animal Services rescued me from that awful situation, out in the freezing cold, but then said I was “unadoptable” because I had so many things wrong with me.  I remember looking up at the pity in their eyes, thinking that I was about to have a rendezvous with my maker…

But look at me now!!!!!

That passionate Intake Coordinator over at Col. Potter just wouldn’t give up on me!  Col. Potter to the Rescue!  Nine years old?  No problem!  Sick?  Very sick?  No problem!  Intact?  No problem!  To be fair, they didn’t ask me on that one, but that’s fine.  A sacrifice I was willing to make!

So Col. Potter Rescued me, for real this time, and then my Foster Mom and Dad did an unbelievable job, following the doctors’ orders and getting me healed and healthy again.  I even got my hair back!

Then these really great people - really, really nice! - decided they wanted a mature dog, just like me, to keep Darwin company, and what a great deal that turned out to be!  Darwin, as far as I knew, was a stuffy old scientist of some kind.  I was a little worried because I even think he might not be actually living anymore, so I wasn’t sure what kind of company I was supposed to be keeping, but it turned out that Darwin is a dog!  Another Cairn just like me!  He is great to keep company with!  He will clean out my bowl, even, if I don’t feel like finishing every bite, and he is very good company at the groomers where Mom took us to get cleaned up.

I know this looks bad, but it’s just my new brother Darwin and me waiting for our bath – no problem!
See!  Darwin will clean up my bowl for me - what a guy!

And I have a new name!  Mom and Dad decided they needed another scientist in the house, so they named me “Kepler” after the astronomer, Johannes Kepler.  Now, in all fairness, Darwin and I did keep our eyes on the Super Moon this week, but I don’t think we are going to get carried away with scientific activities.  After all, Darwin and I find keeping our focus on our family and our bright future is more than satisfactory, especially since that’s all about the science of Love!

Thanks to everyone at Col. Potter who put the “R” in Rescue!

Read my Intake Story Here:

Friday, August 1, 2014

Caruso Celebrates his 2nd Gotcha Day!

Contributed by CP Caruso

CP Caruso is a Happy 4 year old Boy!

Hey!!!  Caruso here!  Can you believe a whole year has gone by since I talked to you guys?  Well, it’s true – and do you know what that means?  Today is my 2nd Gotcha Day!!!  Yay!!!

My Mom and Dad are so Great, they celebrate two special days just for me!  Mom says that because I was rescued by Col. Potter on June 8th, and because nobody knew exactly when my birthday was, she and Dad decided to designate my rescue date as my birthday – so we celebrate on June 8th!  Then, they adopted me officially on August 1st, so that’s my “Gotcha Day!”  Two celebrations and two for-sure sets of new balls!!!

Caruso loves to hang out with big sister, Cindel…
…and he and Wicket have shared lots more brotherly love too!

And there is Lots to celebrate!  Mom says that I am doing much better on walks!  I knew that because I have heard different people giving me compliments!  Last week, for example, I was walking with Wicket and Mom didn't see the big dog coming since he was hidden by some shrubs.  All of a sudden, out pops this girl and her big dog, but Wicket and I didn't bark or anything!  Mom was so impressed!  Wicket doesn't like certain dogs and I have always had issues with most big dogs, so she couldn't believe how good we were - and she didn't have any treats in her pocket!  I think it’s that “maturity” she talked to me about last year, don’t you think?

Actually, I’m not so sure she should have been surprised.  After all, when she took me to my Big Birthday Party in June, I was very well behaved!  She kept calling the party “CRAP” - which I really didn’t understand, but I figured it was some kind of code about my 4th birthday!   Anyway, I think the “maturity” thing started sticking to me then – ‘cause when you’re four, you got bigger responsibilities!

Caruso celebrated his Fourth Birthday at CRAP!

For example, I take full responsibility to get myself into my crate on my own now, and I don’t even wait for Mom to have a treat in her hand first.  This is a big deal, Mom says, because it means I trust her more, and that makes her very happy!  All she has to do is point to my crate now and I go right in!  Even if she walks away for a bit, I will still be sitting there in my crate when she comes back – and she always comes back with a treat!

Waiting for Mom to come home is very mature work!

Yes, I am growing up!  Even my Grandma and Grandpa say the same thing!  Of course, Grandma gets to observe my “maturity” quite a lot because I like to follow her around when I’m over at their house – which makes me a Grandma's Boy as well as a Mama's Boy!

Shhhhh… I’m hiding…

Don’t worry!  I’ll never let “maturity” take all of me!  I still love to play ball, any time, any place, and that is very, very good!  In the morning, Mom plays fetch with me for a while, and then I snuggle into my special "hidey spot" at the end of the bed when she is getting ready to go to work – just like I did when I was just a two-year old baby!

Some things shouldn’t ever be changed by “maturity”!

Thanks again to everyone in Col. Potter who worked so hard to save me and set me up for the Best two years of my life - so far! 

Check out my video where I am very mature, playing ball with a little baby!

Check out my video where I am playing ball with Wicket!

Check out my Third Year Blog Post:

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Muffy in Memoriam

Written by her Mom

Muffy at 15 years old

Muffy was a member of our family for seventeen years.  She was only half Cairn, and while she didn’t look like a Cairn, her personality was all Cairn.  She was our only child for six years and went everywhere with us.

Muffy loved to grab Dad’s recliner!

Muffy was a wild child when she was young, and she would race through the house like she was crazy, or zoom perfect crazy eights in the yard till her tongue was hanging out.  She had a strong prey drive and once, when she cornered a chipmunk behind something in the yard, she would not give up.  After several hours I had to pick her up and bring her in the house to rest.  Muffy could also be stubborn which I loved about her too.

Muffy didn't look Cairn...

When Muffy was an only child, she knew when bedtime was and she would head to bed right before us to pick her spot on the bed - which was usually with her head laying on one of our pillows!  When we came to bed, she would relent and give us our spot, but she had to lay right between us.  If she thought you were taking up too much room she would kick us to move over:)

...but she acted pure Cairn!
Muffy was super smart.  It only took her once or twice to catch on to any training I did with her.  She knew all her toys by name and always knew where each one was if you asked her to get a certain toy.  She would trick Dad by asking to go out and as soon as he got to the door, she would run and steal his recliner!  I swear she was actually laughing at him:)  Once when my girlfriend was over with her epileptic daughter, Muffy alerted us right before the daughter had a seizure. 

Muffy brought Mom & Dad to Col. Potter, thus helping many Cairns in need.

Muffy is the reason we became involved with Col. Potter.  She was our gentle, dignified, alpha girl, and was a wonderful mentor to all of our Fosters.  She loved all people and most other dogs, as long as they had manners:)
Muffy was one of those once-in-a-lifetime kind of dogs.  We have so many wonderful memories with her, and we miss her terribly.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

In Memoriam A.H.H. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, excerpted from Canto 27.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Buddy fka Sainted Riley has a New Sister!

Written by his Proud Foster Mom

Buddy fka CP Sainted Riley and his New Sister, Lena!

Our first Foster boy, Sainted Riley (now Buddy) was adopted almost 5 yrs. ago by a wonderful guy in Ohio.  He got married 2 years ago and, in early July, they had a new baby girl, Lena.

Adam wrote to me a few months ago and asked if I had any suggestions as to how to prepare Buddy and Mia (he also adopted his Foster girl) for Lena's arrival.

I told him to buy a large baby doll and to wrap it up in a blanket and carry it around, rock it at night, and put it in the swing and crib various times during the day/evening.  I told him to let the Cairns sniff and lay next to the pretend baby, but to teach them not to step on the baby or to yank or pull the blanket.

I also told him to bring home a receiving blanket from the hospital that Lena had been swaddled in - and the messier the blanket the better!

He did all of those things, and they are doing great - especially Buddy!  They are always with them, as in right next to them at all times, but Adam and his wife are extremely please with the canine/baby bonding process.

Pam E.
Proud Foster Mom
Normal, IL

Read Sainted Riley’s Intake Story:

See Sainted Riley’s First Update and Video: