How to escape if you are a CAT.

If you are a CAT and you accidentally get shut into a room here is how to handle the situation:

1. Meow loudly, repeatedly. If you are loud enough, it echos.
2. Beat on the door, then "run" your feet on it, to really get it banging. Do this often, it's good exercise.
3. Dig and scratch under the door..stick your feet out in case someone walking by might see your plea for help. Be sure to pull up pieces of carpet so the humans can see your frustrations.
4. Yodel, humans really respond to it better than meowing.
5. Go back and start throwing stuff off of shelves in the room you are in. They should know to come looking for you sooner.
6. Try beating on the door WHILE you yodel..maybe it's the combination that attracts humans; they are rather slow.
7. When they call your name-BE QUIET and don't move! Finding you shouldn't be easy.
8. When they finally open the door to your room, turn around and pretend you aren't sure if you want out or not. Maybe even lay down right inside the door. You don't want them to feel they are overly needed.
9. If they try to pick you up RUN back into the room and act like they are trying to murder you. Let's face it-they just locked you up-they are not stable!
10. Be sure to get stuck in at least one room or closet a day. It helps keep the humans entertained and mentally exercised. Without this daily routine they can become bored and destructive.

~Kenya Jo (Black Cat Ninja, who does this aprox. 4 times a day, EVERY DAY in my daughters room.) =^..^=

Are all rescues BAD?

In the light of what happened recently with one of our local rescues being shut down..and all animals being turned over to the city shelter...

Not ALL rescues are this way! I know it's hard to see the difference-all you see on TV is the ones who get busted for filthy conditions and tons of sick animals.

A good rescue WILL say no when they are full. A real rescue will adopt you a fully vetted healthy animal, and you'll get vet papers showing they have been vetted. A real rescue keeps them spread out in foster homes, living with families until adopted. That way instead of having 40+ animals under ONE roof, there are multiple families-most fostering only 1-2 animals (as if they were their own). This is how we can tell what type of home situation they would prefer..they are living with us! But it's also why it's hard for us to adopt them out..and why we are a little picky. We DO love them like our own..so we want to make sure you'll love them as much as we do.

If a rescue is asking ridiculous adoption fees for a filthy, sick animal...RUN! A real rescue will have a low but fair adoption fee-for a clean healthy animal. Sadly we lose money with every adoption, because let's face it. People just are not going to pay FULL vetting for a rescued animal. They just don't. We are very lucky vets offices give us some discounts. AND of course we are very grateful for those amazing people who donate funds and supplies-this definitely helps make up on our loses!

Please do your research when adopting your babies-shelters and rescues are fabulous options for getting a new furry family member. Support the ones who are doing it right! Please report any situations you feel uneasy with-or with poor conditions (including breeders/backyard breeders) right away-turning your back fixes NOTHING. Adopting an animal is a huge FAMILY decision...so don't take it lightly. Once you find an amazing rescue or shelter..keep supporting them! Whether it's money, item donations or just spreading the good word...it will make the difference in the life of an animal in need!

 

~Stephanie

Kitties & Kritters

What is an animal rescuer?

What is an animal rescuer? 

You would be surprised how many people look at me in pity..or sadness when I say I do rescue.  Almost..like I'm ill and about to die.  Or, maybe like I have an infectious disease they are about to catch if they get too close.  HELLO!  I'm not ill people!  Yes, as a rescuer we do all share a very specific "condition".  No, there is no cure.  We all have hearts that are way too big.  Pocket books that are considerably SMALLER than these gigantic hearts.

We have some kind of blinders that form over our eyes..so we see that black cat with one eye, that pit bull who's missing hair..as nothing short of PERFECT.  Beautiful.  A being who deserves to live and be happy.  Now, can you tell me that this "condition" we animal rescuers have..is it such a bad thing?  You can't tell me a kitty purring, or the cute head tilt of a dog isn't kryptonite to you too.  If it's not-you are the one who's got problems, honey!

Here is the real scoop about rescuers.

We have a hard time saying NO.  And when we do, it's physically painful.  We cry and feel guilty for days.  Weeks.  Heck, forever because the calls and messages just keep pouring in.

We see every sweet face..with big eyes..and fuzzy ears..and want to save them.  Because..WHY not that one?!  He deserves to live!  She didn't choose to be dumped in a shelter!  But we can't save them all.  And the faces we can not save haunt us.  So, please forgive us when you contact us with a LEGIT reason to rehome your pet..we will give you lots of other options..heck we might even seem a little short.  But know that our hearts are broken all day long...we just want to help one more furbaby stay in their home.  If I ever have a night I am not haunted by the faces of animals I can not save, I"ll let you know.  But since the very first moment I realized I had a place in rescue...a "calling"...I'll never forget those faces.   But thankfully the amazing success stories and finding wonderful homes keeps us going.  THANK YOU to those who choose adoption. Recycled pets totally rock.

We go in the hole (happily) with every foster.  You just can't get all the funds back you put into a foster-but if you find someone willing to pay $798 for a 5 year old black cat, you just let me know.

We will skip dinner with our family just to meet up with a potential adopter, and not think twice.  Did I mention we don't get paid?  Did this twice this week already.  And in case you are wondering, YES wine and popcorn at 8:30pm does count as dinner.

We know that at least once a week one of the 3 P's will appear in our house at some point.  (Pee, Poo & Puke.)  And always on a RUG or CARPET.  Luckily it's usually just the 3rd "P".  Is it sad I'm happy when it's just puke?

We know, accept and LIVE the fact that every new foster will have an interesting "starter period" where they are more work than a newborn baby.  We set our alarms and take them outside to potty, spend endless hours on training, becoming zombies..yet somehow continue to do our normal every day chores, jobs.. keep up with our own pets, and of course continue to work with our fosters.  Oh, and taming feral kittens is equally fun!  No really-you should try it.  The first PURR you hear will melt your heart.

We know that once we get past the first few weeks that we will have already fallen madly in love with our fosters (usually before the end of day one).  You have to love them as your OWN to rehabilitate them.  Every adoption is like giving up a personal pet.  It's HARD.  I cry every single time, I actually cry THINKING about adopting out my foster Pit Bull Sasha...she's a doll.  I keep thinking it's going to get easier..or maybe I'll get used to it.  But I've done over 100 adoptions now.  I just make sure to bring a few tissues with me, and try to keep it together at LEAST until I get to the car.  But I won't lie, there have been quite a few times the adopters are hugging ME, and apologizing for adopting my babies.  It's a happy cry, but it hurts our hearts.  This is why we so appreciate photos and updates...there is no greater thing!!

                                                  Foster Sasha, and "foster failure" Kasey.
We are beyond a first name basis with our vets office..I think my vet knows the sound of my breathing.  If I don't go there once a week I fear they might send a search party.

We buy more food and pet supplies than Petco stocks in one day.  Or, so it seems.  It's pretty close.

We have NO problem telling someone they need to get their animal fixed.  Even if they are three times my size, with two unaltered Rottweilers..who are wearing prong collars.  And yes, I'll discuss those collars too.  I am tiny, and mighty.  (Rescuers don't have capes, but don't think we are not super heroes!)

We will talk to you too long..and give you WAY too much information about our fosters.  But please bear with us.  They are like our children..and we are proud.  We love them.  We saved them from bad situations..and we want to be darn sure that your home is nothing short of ROYALTY for them.  So hang tight..be patient.  It's hard for us to part with them.  Yeah, we are a little bit on the crazy side-but it's not a window licking crazy.  Just a "wee too much cat hair in our tea" kind of crazy.  Totally harmless.

We have connections.  Animal connections.  It's kind of like the mafia, but way more fuzzy.  If you have questions or need anything..hit us up.  Again, we are pretty much super heroes-we've got you covered.

The moral is..don't feel sorry for US.  Feel sorry for the ANIMALS.  But don't sit on your bum and feel sorry.  Get up.  Donate, volunteer, network.  ADOPT, FOSTER.  Donate locally, pick a local shelter or rescue to send your old unwanted stuff to.  Or, surely you have a friend who does rescue?  If not-pick better friends!  (Just kidding, no REALLY, find a find who does rescue!)  We are fighting an uphill battle.  We are fighting for those who can not speak for themselves-so we speak for them.  If they could they'd ask you to open your heart..and help us make a difference.  You may only be ONE.  But even if you save just one life of a homeless pet-that makes you a hero.  And the world can sure use a few more of you.

CHOSE ADOPTION.  Support your local rescues/shelters.  SPAY AND NEUTER.  Love a furry face.  Love them for LIFE.  Be part of the solution.

Purrs and Butt Wiggles,
~Stephanie
Kitties & Kritters

My thoughts on breeders.

I have a wee story for you...and let me start it by saying I am in NO WAY an advocate of breeders in any way. If you LOVE a breed...rescue it. If you want to experience the miracle of life...rescue a pregnant mom and help by fostering her and her babies!

Now that that is out there (!!), I am from a small town..where I did not even know rescue existed..or was needed. I had heard of shelters of course..but there was none for hours and hours from where we lived-so I just didn't see it first hand. When I moved out-I wanted a dog...an American Eskimo. I did what I thought everyone did..I bought her from a breeder. Here is my experience from this-and why when I was younger and didn't live in the city..I didn't see anything wrong with buying a dog. 

I found a family who lived in the country and had two female Eskimos. Their friend had the male. The dogs were their PETS, lived in the house..had fancy little beds. The moms only had one litter every OTHER year. The puppies stayed in the house with the family. The puppies weren't allowed to go home until they were old enough for their second set of shots. So she came to me with her first and second set. She was dewormed and treated for fleas. She came with a health certificate proving the family had good health. She was in pristine, fluffy white condition. They had cut the blanket the mama dog laid on into 6 pieces-one to send home with each puppy, so they would feel comforted by the smell of their family. She came home with a bag of food, some of her favorite treats, and three of her favorite toys. They were crying, and handed her to me, with an adorable bandana around her neck, and a bow in her hair. They called to check up on her often.

They were amazing..took such good care of their dogs! In a perfect world..this would be great! But sadly, there are so many jerks out to make a quick buck, who do NOT care who the dogs go to. Who do NOT send the babies home dewormed and with shots, and certainly without any health certificates. Who do NOT treat them as their loving family pets. 

Once I moved to the KC area and adopted our first rescued cat-I was HORRIFIED. I cried, and was filled with RAGE! How can humans allow this to happen?! Don't people care?! The answer is no. Most don't and the rest turn their heads. The small bit of us who DO try to do our part can't keep up and are constantly overwhelmed. It's heart breaking. My "breeder bought" dog is now 9 years old..and definitely lived the life. I am not saying I wish I didn't have her-she was my very first baby..and I love her to death. If I had known THEN what I know NOW, I most certainly would not have bought a puppy from a breeder. I would have found a rescue and adopted one. EVEN THOUGH, they were basically picture perfect breeders, who take such amazing care of their animals. 

The fact is-there are TOO MANY being bred, too many being born, and not enough awesome homes. Thank goodness for the awesome families who choose adoption and bring a rescued animal into their homes. Thank GOODNESS for the amazing people who selflessly open their homes to fosters....it's expensive, exhausting...but we do it for the animals. Because the reward of kisses, love, and seeing a once terrified animal HAPPY-are worth more than money can ever buy you. So far on my rescue adventure..I find when you save an animals life..you also save a piece of yourself.

Save a life...ADOPT! 

~Stephanie, Kitties & Kritters

"PET" Peeves!

Here are some of my dog PET peeves:

Do not let your dog advance on someone barking-unless that person is trying to murder you and your dog is keeping you safe. And for the love of GOD don't say, "Oh, he won't bite!" Because, I'm sorry, that behavior is just one inch away from the next step: BITING...or worse. It depends on the dog what would push them over the edge, but it's NOT SAFE. You are the pack leader, do not allow it. Don't know how? That's what trainers are for.

Goodness...Kasey (foster turned keeper) did this when I first rescued her.  It was terrifying.  Her bark is SO big..and a large dog coming at you..bad combo. Did I think she would bite anyone, probably not-but I do know she would have done serious damage to another animal.  It was just too scary to let it go unfixed.  She learned very quickly this was not allowed with a sharp "HEY"...then the treats would come out.  She then learned that seeing new people and animals meant..she got TREATS!  So when new people/animals come around, she comes and sits by me, patiently waiting for a treat.  This is an abused, neglected Pit mix we are talking about.  Who is now the most docile lover bunny in the world. 

Do not use one of those *%$*$#*$ retractable leashes, allowing your dog to be 10 feet in front of you. It's not safe for YOUR DOG or OTHER DOGS. They are hands down the WORST leash on the planet (ask ANY trainer). Maybe you have the best dog ever? Great! Now, in using a retractable leash, you just stuck your awesome dog way out of arms reach, so if a bigger NOT so nice dog comes out of some bushes you can't get there in time. Or whatever..insert TERRIBLE SCARY THING HERE..you are too far away from your dog. You don't know what could happen..car..anything. If your dog is way the heck out in front of you, how can you keep him safe?!?!?! Not to mention your dog should NEVER walk in front of you anyway. They should be beside or behind you. YOU are the leader, not the follower. So many behavior issues come from little things like this. The only time to use a retractable leash, is when you are in the middle of a field, all alone, and don't feel like moving-but want your dog to roam a bit. Other than that, throw the dang thing away and get a real leash! (Ok, I'll admit, the retractable leash is a mega pet peeve of mine!!)

Kasey would have been your dogs worst nightmare before I rescued and rehabilitated her.  She came to me with severe dog/cat aggression issues..that didn't always show right away...they would sometimes happen once the animal was in reach.  Can you IMAGINE if I had her on a retractable leash?!  She could have killed a dog/cat or injured someone.  OR, can you imagine if we had come around the corner to a tiny dog on a retractable leash..and suddenly they were WAY too close?!  Thankfully we worked very hard-and she no longer has those issues in anyway.  BUT, not everyone fixes aggression/fear/dominance issues. 

When you walk your dogs...allowing them to meander...sniff...take their time...stop constantly...they are NOT getting the beneficial mental and physical effects of a walk! They should be in a trot, tail low, head low, ears relaxed, looking straight forward. In the ZONE. If you do not accomplish this peaceful zen during your walk, you are wasting your time and the dogs time. Do it right to see the many many MANY awesome things it does for behavior and energy issues! And, again..your dog should be beside you or behind you-and not pulling or tugging in anyway. If your dog is yanking you around the block, you are doing it all wrong. If I can walk two 50+ lb Pit Bulls and a 23lb Eskimo in a perfect heel...at the same time (I weigh only 120lb), then I think you can get your dog to walk next to you also! It's about how you do it, NOT YOUR SIZE. It's so easy to do! Walks should be enjoyable!

Mariah (previous foster) was a "WORST OFFENDER" for dragging humans down the sidewalk.  It took her about 30 minutes to learn NOT to pull me (I teach this WITHOUT me tugging at her leash/neck.)  I must say, I was pretty tough looking walking her, Kasey and my Eskimo dog, all in a perfect heel.  I'm big on respect-I promise you, it is the ONLY secret.  Well, that and patience.

Do not, I REPEAT, DO NOT EVER shove your dog (or cats) face into their potty or poo. That is just cruel and disgusting. I could go on for days on the proper methods to potty train a dog and fix a cats potty issues. But I promise you-in all the dogs and cats I've worked with I have NEVER shoved their faces in their mess. It is an accident. They don't mean to make you angry. Don't show any emotion when they make a mess..put them where they should be, and make a big deal out of how awesome they are doing when they DO go to the right place. (Cats I start them over in a small room or large crate). A very strict schedule for puppies and non potty trained adult dogs is the best way to potty train. I can't believe people really still do this.

Kipper (foster turned keeper) started pooping EVERYWHERE suddenly...turns out he had a rare form of bacteria in his stools.  One that was hard to trace...and took lots and lots of meds to cure.  He couldn't help his messes!  Once his treatment was over, he never pottied outside of the box again.

When your dog does something you do not like, do not SCREAM at it or HIT it. REALLY, terrifying the living crap out of your dog makes them FEAR YOU. You want your dog to RESPECT YOU. Yes, you do sometimes need to use a short, stern "HEY" or "STOP". (I save "NO" for life saving situations only..like a car or a big dog etc). But respect goes a long way. You want a dog to be your best friend, not a terrified servant..right? And dogs DO NOT UNDERSTAND HITTING. They do not whack each other over the head, so they just don't get what you are doing. They just know it's scary and it hurts. There are so many other methods to get your point across. Of course the BEST is positive rewards for doing good things. You get more flies with honey, love. I know your mama told you that.

Ladybug (previous foster) was one of the most vicious dogs I've worked with..honestly!  Look how peaceful she is now!  She was physically abused..definitely yelled at a lot.  It took a lot of patience and time for her to come around.  Even though she came at me many times with intent to harm-I never screamed at her or hit/kicked her..simply remained calm, and rewarded her when she was being sweet and social.  She learned not ALL humans will hurt her.  Without that trust, she wouldn't be in the stellar home she is in today.

Don't skip heartworm medication. Your dog is indoors only huh? Don't they go potty outside? They get heartworms from mosquito bites. How quick can YOU get bitten? I dunno about you, but I am a very tasty human, and in a matter of 2 minutes I will get 4 bites. It only takes ONE BITE to infect your dog. Heartworms are very expensive to treat once your dog is infected. Not to mention the treatment is PAINFUL. You will have to watch the pain in your dogs eyes..watch them in agony. Have to keep them from moving much during the long treatment, because movement could kill them. The pills are very inexpensive. It's so easy. Some brands even have it in combination with flea/tick stuff...so many great options. But you really must take this seriously. Seeing a dog receiving heartworm treatment is one of the hardest things you'll see. Don't make your dog be the one to suffer when it's so easy to prevent.

Please don't think I'm a know-it-all. I'm not. We all can do things better. That is why I wrote this tonight, in the hopes that just ONE PERSON will read this..and make a change. My #1 priority is a happy healthy pet...both MINE....and yours. I just see things that make me cringe...and maybe, just maybe I can make a difference! 

~Stephanie
Kitties & Kritters

What I WANT to say...

When people tell me they need to rehome their pet for X, Y and Z reasons (when it isn't something legit)...here is what I want to say:

I have a cat with herpes and a severely sensitive stomach (aka pukes a lot, unless on his special food). 

  (Koda, aka Puker McHerps)

I have another cat with a leaky butt hole, that I have to clean daily. 

 

(Kenai, Leaky Bum Bum)

I have a terrorist cat, who has broken more things in the last week than all my lifetime of pets have ever broken. 

 

(Kipper, The Terrorist)

I adopted a cat while my youngest was only 9 months old..and they became best buddies, because I taught my kids how to act with pets.

(My daughter and Kasey)

 I have an older dog with horrible teeth, and allergies to vaccines. 

 

(Kiara, Stinky Mouth)

My other dog has horrible skin and food allergies and used to have anxiety/behavior issues before I worked with her. She also has bladder issues from being over bred. In addition to her special food/allergy treatment, she has had countless surgeries and cost me thousands of dollars in the past 9 months since being rescued. 

 

(Kasey, Million Dollar Dog)

My oldest daughter was severely allergic to cats and mildly to dogs..and ended up in the ER even. But we got allergy testing/shots so she isn't allergic anymore. 

  (My girls and Kasey)

Somehow in all the times I've moved to another apartment or house..my animals have all come with me, without question. 

I foster tons of animals, spending my own money, time, supplies. They stay with me while they are rehabilitated and then I help find new homes. I often find myself heading to clean litter boxes..then remember I just did it. I pick up doggie doo in my yard daily, and it really smells like crap. 

After all this, I'm not getting rid of my furry family members. But yes, tell me again why you are rehoming your pet?

(Again, YES I know there are real reasons that people rehome their pets. This isn't about those! And yes I know being turned into rescue/shelter is sometimes better than staying with a crappy owner. Just let me rant and be happy ok!) ;)

 If at all possible...keep your pets..FUREVER.  They should not be "disposable" pets..they are furever pets.  We are ALL they have.  Don't abandon them unless you really have NO OTHER OPTIONS AVAILABLE TO YOU!

 

~Stephanie, Kitties & Kritters

The outgoing cat isn't always "the one"!

I've got a cat I rescued from the shelter, who is very shy. He doesn't come out when people visit usually. He is scared of loud noises. He isn't fond of the kids when they are actively playing. He isn't really a lap cat, and doesn't usually seek out affection, though he is always up for a petting session. He spends most of his day sleeping on my bed.  (He is actually getting much more social...after well over a year with us!)

What he DOES do, is sleep with my 3 year old. He knows the routine, and is always sitting on her bed waiting. They snuggle together (she is 32lb..and he is 17lb!), and he's helped her overcome her fear of the dark. Every nap she takes..and every night at bedtime..he is there for her. 

I know people only are drawn to the really outgoing cats-but the shy, more timid cats still have a lot to give! We love our Kenai, and wouldn't trade him for the world. He's a happy..yet very lazy boy. And he is a SUPER HERO to my daughter. ♥

 ~Stephanie, Kitties & Kritters

P.S. Stay open minded when choosing a new pet...the RIGHT pet will CHOOSE YOU!

How to find the PERFECT rescued dog.

I spent the first 5 days after rescuing Kasey in a complete panic attack. Not only was she terrifying and out of control..the people who were going to help bailed on me, and she had big vet bills before I even MET her. 

 I spent the first three months trying to find her a home while struggling with her skin/allergy/anxiety/behavior issues. There were a lot of tears, a lot of heartache, big vet bills...and still no one wanted her. But somehow during the chaos, stress and hopelessness I felt...a bond was created between the two of us. One that helped Kasey know TRUST. Love. And after her fourth month here...even though the battle with her allergies, medical issues and anxiety were nowhere NEAR done...I knew she was here to stay. 

Rescuing a dog is NOT easy sometimes. Not every dog comes into your home "perfect". Kasey had a hard life before..she was abused..neglected..dumped..over bred. Her medical issues caused her pain and discomfort. It's no wonder she was so anxious. Her aggression went away the moment she learned she could trust my family and I. But had we not battled all of this TOGETHER the bond between us wouldn't be the same. Wouldn't be as strong. 

I'm not saying your perfect dog doesn't love you. But what I AM saying is: DON'T GIVE UP ON AN ANIMAL WITH ISSUES. Because they DO deserve your love. Your time. Your trust. They DO come around. They come to us with broken hearts..and it's OUR JOB to fix it. 

I would never have found my doggy soul mate had things gone differently. I don't think most people would have even given her a chance. Kasey is honestly the best and most loyal dog I've EVER had in my life. I will cherish every day I have with her..I'm thankful our paths crossed..and even more thankful for the amazing friends who helped me save her. It takes an army!

 ~Stephanie, Kitties & Kritters

 P.S.  Don't give up, they need us.  

Why am I against breeding you ask?

My rant for the day. I am against breeding. 

WHY? You think just a few litters is no big deal? You think you love YOUR dog so much you need more? You love a breed so much you dedicate your life to breeding them? Unfortunately too many "breeders" don't care about genetics. They pass on awful health conditions, behavior issues..and simply don't care. Keep them crated in filth..never allow them to run and play...TOUCH GRASS..have human interaction. They don't care about shots or deworming..flea treatment..heartworm preventative. All they see are DOLLAR SIGNS. 

Kasey for instance was bred, GOD knows how many times. She has horrible food and skin allergies. Her puppies likely have the same issues. Do you think the owners who "bought" those puppies are spending the thousands I've spent on helping her overcome those issues? Perhaps some, but not all. 

She had to have three nipples REMOVED because they were infected and causing her such discomfort. Also she was bred SO many times she often loses her bladder. Yes, she dribbles pee when she stands up. She can't help it..she had TOO MANY BABIES. Now she is on a special hormone medication to help with the issue, but still will probably end up in diapers some day. 

Do you suppose the other BREEDER MOM dogs are treated as well as Kasey? NO, they are tossed outside, no one even cares or NOTICES they are having issues. 

 Kasey is also what "breeders" like to call a DESIGNER BREED. Which is a fancy way of saying an on-purpose MUTT. That's right I said it. Your Yorkie Poo, Chi-Weenies..they are all MUTTS, bred without a license in someones back yard. SORRY. Kasey's "Designer Breed" is called a Bull Pointer. 

Anyway, that's a rant for another day. This is in a nutshell, why I am against irresponsible breeders! Save your arguments about the FEW decent breeders for someone else's eyes. 

 Phew. Venting is necessary. Now off to spend some quality time with my flipping AWESOME rescued dog, who is NO LONGER forced to make someone money by being over bred!


~Stephanie
Kitties & Kritters 

**Please excuse all the cute pics..how else am I going to show off my cutie pie!  ;)  For "before pics" of Kasey, few my previous blog entry.  She is looking FABULOUS thanks to allergy testing..and lots of patience!  The right food and allergy shots are the most important...along with the rest of her daily meds/vitamins!

The Dog No One Wanted.

The Dog No One Wanted.

Kasey.  Previously Norma Jean.  Before that..she was just a random number at a shelter.  A rural shelter in Nixa, Mo.  Overlooked for almost too long.  Until..someone saw her photo.  With her soft, sweet eyes.  Less than 24 hours before her time on "death row" was up.  Who was that person?  Me.  Yep, I saw her sweet face..and without thinking I said I'd take her if we could get her vetting sponsored.  Didn't even ask my hubs.  Of course two of my amazing rescue peeps stepped up and covered the $200 bill to get her shots, fixed, heartworm tested, antibiotics (for HORRIBLY swollen nipples)..and a few other vet essentials.  My plan was to get her transported here, then get her into a foster home.

She was listed as an American Bulldog/Lab mix..but everyone who saw her said she was a Pit Bull mix.  I chose to go with American Bulldog..since it didn't make people shy away from her.  But look at that face..either way...all I saw was sweetness.  Right?  I decided to call her Norma Jean.  After Marilyn Monroe.  Any Marilyn fan knows that is her real name-but they switched her name because it sounded better.  Similar to how I was saying Kasey was a American Bulldog...instead of the breed she REALLY is.

It took a week before she could be vetted and get transported.  Friday was the day.  Norma Jean was taken to Winding River, and I picked her up.  I was pretty nervous getting her...I committed to a dog..I had never met.  I have kids, cats and an 8 year old dog at home..was this a good idea?  Dogs are never what they seem behind bars.  But those eyes..looked so kind.

A young gal brought her to me, struggling to keep from being dragged around.  She wasn't huge..but definitely strong.  She had no reaction to either of us at all, didn't even look at me.  I struggled to get her OUT of the building..man she was strong.  I was thinking in my head, (ok SCREAMING in my head) "OMG..what have I gotten myself into!" She had to potty so bad we barely made it up the stairs to the driveway before she had to go.  Poor thing.  She was pulling wildly..no response to me at all.  The cheap lead around her neck was cutting into my hands, but didn't slow her a bit.  I only parked across the parking lot-but it seemed like a mile!  Norma Jean did some aggressive fence lunging at some dogs who were in a run outside.  Not going to lie-that was scary.  But..she'd just left death row...she'd been through a lot.  She was drooling excessively-which made me NOT want to even put her in my car.  I normally work with American Eskimos..they don't drool OK!  They are small!  They can't pull me around!  WHAT WAS I THINKING!  Barely was able to get her INTO the car.  She wanted to go everywhere but where I wanted her to go.  Once in the seat (drooling everywhere) she finally looked at me briefly.  Then back to looking at something far far away out the window.  Her nipples were huge and inflamed.  Hair was missing on her legs and backside.  Sores on her legs.  Her privates were horribly swollen..she had to be in pain.  Her hair just looked awful-it was course and dirty.  I didn't like the thick collar around her neck.

That is us still in the parking lot.  I couldn't put the keys in the ignition for awhile.  I told my hubs we'd have her for just the weekend.  After this display..no one in their right mind would want this dog.  My husband was going to kill me.  I tried to talk to her, to see if she'd calm down.  No change.  I drove off toward home, having mini panic attacks the whole way.  Finally Norma Jean laid down and curled up.  I stopped at a stop light and snapped another photo of her.

When I peeked at it and saw the beam of light shining on her..it made me calm a little bit.  I'm not one to think it's a "sign" or anything-it just was a peaceful photo.  Maybe things weren't going to be so bad.  If only I can survive my husbands wrath when he sees this dog...and the fact that she won't be gone when I said. 

Things only got worse when I got home.  I always immediately take all new foster dogs for a long walk around my neighborhood so we can get to know each other..blow some steam..and relax.  I attempted to "walk" Norma Jean.  She pulled me so hard I nearly fell on my face every other step.  Every fence with a dog in it, she got so ferocious I was terrified.  I had ZERO control over this dog.  She was dangerous.  No way I could even think about having her in my house.  I've got two young kids!  Cats!  And an 8 year old American Eskimo.  No way.  Panic set in.

I didn't even take the crate into the house, I left it in the garage.  I took her out back to run around in our fenced in yard while I got her food and water all ready.  While in the kitchen gathering things..I hear a scratch at the garage door.  OMG.  How did she get out?!  But there she was, at my garage door.  OK, so she has no training, aggressive and jumps fences.  That took my chances from slim to NONE.  I had to get her into the crate.  Well, that sounds good on paper.  Ever try shoving a 52lb animal into a crate..that does NOT want to go in?  It's like giving birth to a water buffalo.  But I got her in there. 

No, I could not continue to do that...no way I can have this dog at my house.  In my house.  NEAR my house.  I immediately started messaging my rescue friends in a panic.  WHAT DO I DO?  Where can I take her?  I can't keep her!  She is dangerous.  HELP ME.  No one had any ideas or options...and I certainly didn't want to take her back to the holding facility.  Might as well dump her back at a shelter.  I survived that night.  Of course I reassured my hubs she was going to be gone by Monday.  Knowing fully that was NOT going to be the case. 

I only let her out to go potty and feed her on Saturday.  I would sit and talk to her through the crate.  She seemed sweet..a little rambunctious..but not vicious like I had seen the day before.  None of my rescue friends had options for her.  I posted in a group asking for advice, but of course got nothing of any use.  That night I let her out to feed her and my husband came with me.  We were just talking and then noticed Norma Jean was standing there...looking at us both intently.  I know she was WILD and terrifying yesterday..seemed to have NO training at all.  But, nonetheless I asked her to sit.  She did.  WHAT?!  I asked her to roll over.  Lay down.  She did.  Shake, she did.  Turn around, she did.  Really?! My hubs was very impressed.  At least I didn't have to worry about being murdered in my sleep anymore..

After it was still KIND OF hard to get her into the crate..but she seemed much more calm after our "mini get to know you" session.  It was like a light bulb went off, "OMG, these humans speak my language!" My hubs and I couldn't believe she knew every command we could think of.  Maybe things would start to go in my favor?

Sunday I decided she needed to stretch those legs.  I wasn't as scared of her today.  Norma Jean seemed pretty interested in a ball the night before, so we brought that with us in the back yard.  Must say, we had a pretty tired girl after that!  Of course, she played fetch dead on...and brought it back and placed the ball into my hand!  (Notice the nasty thick collar was replaced!)

Ok...she was starting to act like a normal dog.  For the most part.  Lots of excited jumping...but at least she was some what responding to me.  My dear friend and dog trainer, Melissa, came over to test her for dog aggression.  She had me so worried on Friday...I had to be sure what I was dealing with.  I've worked with aggressive Eskies..but this girl?!  She brought her deaf and blind dog with her to help her test.  Amazing how animals are sometimes the best teachers?  Kasey did not show aggression to the dog.  Bumped into him at times..a little confused to why he was ok with bumping into her...but no aggression.  What a relief.  But we did a lot of talking about her fence jumping and lunging.  Definitely no way anyone would take her.  Who wants to deal with all of that?!

Introductions with my Eskimo went..ok.  Kiara is 8.  Doesn't like nonsense.  And didn't appreciate being bumped into.  But, better than expected.  No aggression from Norma Jean.  Didn't even attempt kids or cats just yet.  Not ready.

Now that we started with fetch..we played it at least once a day!  We played until she was too tired to walk.  Then, her rash started,  After about one week of being with me.  Everywhere.  Itchies.  Neon pink dog from head to tail.  Turns out in addition to everything ELSE..she had severe allergies to all the fun outdoor stuff.  Didn't we already go from slim to NONE?  Now add daily allergy meds and special food to her list.  7 pills a day to be exact.  And vet insists that YES she is part Pit Bull.  And somehow NOW..I just don't really care what she is.  She's a dog.  A white dog.  Who cares!  (We did DNA test her finally for fun..she is a Pit Bull/German Shorthair Pointer mix!)

Luckily we got her over the round of antibiotics and steroids for her swollen nipples....and steroids and special bath for her allergies..and onto a treatment plan.  She wasn't in so much discomfort.  Which meant she started to really react like a normal dog with our family.  I have a giant crate I borrowed from my neighbor, and put it up in the middle of the living room.  So she could see and hear my kids and cats..our routine..what we were about.  She was very calm, and even when my terrorist cat was stealing pieces of food out of her bowl..she didn't care.  So..I started letting her be out and about on a leash in the house.  Had to do some corrections about jumping..and trying to go after my cats.  But only for a week or so.  Then we had to teach her she wasn't allowed to shred the toys.  She could rip apart a Kong in less than a minute.  Bully Stick?  Gone in less than 5 minutes.  Everything she got a hold of...GONE!  But the LEAVE IT command saved me there.  Thank goodness..someone taught her that too!  In addition to STAY.  Another command that helped me with this girl.  Soon she was free roaming when we were home.

And..I just couldn't call her Norma Jean.  It somehow didn't fit her.  So I spent three days saying every name I could think of.  Trying to get a response out of her.  And I mean every!  When I said "Kasey" she tilted her head to the side.  Well, it's as good of a name as any!  Not to mention I love the letter "K"...

She took up her place under my feet immediately.  Funny how suddenly..she was so calm?  Sweet?  What happened!  Where did the scary dog go?  That was only a few weeks ago!

Kasey quickly found a boyfriend.  Kipper the terrorist kitty.  They are always found near each other.  And if Kipper wanted her food?  Yeah, she let him have it.

She had pretty horrific separation anxiety.  AND crate anxiety.  OMG.  Thanks again to my dog trainer friend, Melissa, for saving me.  I gave up on the crate thing...because with further use of LEAVE IT..she touches nothing that is not hers.  We tested her..she is an angel when we leave!  So free roaming it is!  But...still anxiety when we GO.  Melissa gave us some "tricks" to get her past that.  Working with flying colors.  With the help of tossing a handful of treats as I walk out the door of course.  But my girls and I have been hard at it.  We were able to get her over this faster because I stay home with my kids (still working on it..but oh so close) .  Not everyone would be able to work with this dog.  Maybe this was the right foster home for her after all.  

Lord knows we fought BATTLES over her skin issues.  Bills of over $1,000. Then her nipples started acting up again!  ON NO!  Doc said some had to be removed.  She did wonderfully and is healing great.  Not every dog is so lucky to get a boob job.  Thanks to some awesome supporters-I've collected funds from my fundraisers to help cover some of her surgery.  Wow..I know some really cool people.  What would I do with out them?

Decided to start showing off that she is RESCUED!  And proud of it.  Decided..maybe she is a success story?  Also..finally fully admitted that she IS in fact, part Pit Bull.  Why did I care again?  Her personality is TOTALLY Pit Bull.  Which means, she is loving, caring, snuggly and believes she should be on or near you at all times.  We decided to join the fight to change people's minds about the breed.  Here is a photo of me (gangster) and my thuggish foster dog.

Turns out, Kasey was faking all her scary behavior in the first week.  She was scared, confused, in great discomfort-and likely in pain.  But once she was all healed up-she is quite the lovable lap dog!

Kasey is kind of a push over with the cats..she dares not upset them.  She is too sweet for that.  Also, WORTHLESS as a guard dog.  She let 6 of my family members into the house when I wasn't home.  But..I guess...maybe she knew they were family??

She is too busy snuggling to be vicious.  That's a photo of Kasey with her sister, Kenzie.  Kenzie took good care of Kasey after her surgery.  So mothering..to a dog! Kasey also snuggles with my kids.  In fact, she has been with us about four months, and I trust her with my kids ( 3 and 5) more than my 8 year old American Eskimo.  No joke.  Kasey watches over them, and if one falls or gets hurt..or they start to fight with each other (hey, kids do it!)...she comes running and "boops" me.  That dog does not miss a beat.  She worships my girls.  I know they are safe in her paws.

Forgot to mention I did have a few applications on Kasey..but none wanted anything to do with her after they heard "daily allergy medicine" and "special food".  So, maybe she is stuck here?  I guess now it doesn't seem so bad...but honestly.  Who wants her anyway?  She cost me over $1,500 in four months.  Meds daily.  Special food..still working on some of her training.  She loves my kids.  And her boyfriend the cat..how can I put her through being rehomed?  Who will lay with me while I eat popcorn?  Who will wait for me to go to bed?  Would another family make sure she has cute clothes to wear?  Kasey doesn't like to be cold. 

Is another family going to love her enough?  What will she do with out my kids?  What we WE do without Kasey? Every night my 3 year old wants to know if her "Poochie" is laying by her bed. We've fostered many animals.  But it's never been like THIS. We certainly can't adopt her out.  No family is good enough for this baby girl.  She's been through too much, and come too far.  Foster failure?  A failure I can handle.

We love you, Kasey.  And I can only dream every dog is as lucky as you.  Given the chance to prove what is on the inside is what counts.  Time, love and patience is what is needed to heal an animal.  On the INSIDE.  The outside also takes time and patience...but it takes BOTH to make them happy and balanced.  Give dogs a chance. I have never in my life met a dog so loving and receptive.  And I wanted her out of my sight at first.  But I stuck with it.  And in only FOUR MONTHS, this Pit Bull mix has blossomed into the dog of everyone's dreams.  The dog of MY dreams.  We love you Kasey Mae.  I have learned more from this dog than any human I've encountered.  Thank you for showing us we had what it takes to get you where you needed to be.  Or, maybe it is really the other way around.  <3

~Stephanie
Kitties & Kritters