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Surprise! Puppies!

Here is the post I had scheduled for today. I thought I’d have plenty of time to tell you about the impending (well, now present) little family in my puppy room. But if you’re curious how it happened, read on. It’s quite a story.

You may have noticed that we have a mama dog in the foster cottage! How did that happen? It’s a long, but magical story….

When I pulled Zarko, Blarney, and Amelia back in March, I posted a video telling the story of how I randomly picked them. Making the point that often, dogs get saved on whims, luck, and timing more than anything. (you can find it on my TikTok, and probably Facebook, if you’re curious)

A friend saw that post and looked into Critical Memphis Animals on Facebook, which posts the dogs scheduled for euthanasia at the city shelter (where all of my dogs have come from lately). She offered to pull a dog named Roxie on the eve of her euthanasia. I put her in touch with Team Memphis Rescue, who I work with to save dogs from the shelter.

Since Team Memphis has a policy of never leaving a kennel mate behind, I agreed to take the kennel mate, and they pulled that dog, too. At the time, I remember asking, if Roxie is not spayed, why is she in a kennel with an unneutered male? No one knew.

Things at that shelter are desperate. They euthanize for space three days a week, and all dogs get just two weeks before they are put on the euthanasia list. Likely, that was the only kennel available, and they came from the same home.

It may have been a choice between them bunking together or another dog being euthanized that day to make room. I don’t know, but please don’t demonize the shelter. They are working hard to bring in the more than twenty thousand strays still on the streets. (A result of the previous management’s practice of ‘community sheltering’ in order to obtain a No-kill status. If you want to know more about that devastating trend, hop over to Who Will Let the Dogs Out.org or watch this video.)

Anyway, back to my story. Roxie caught a transport north, and Gina fostered her at her home in Maryland. Roxie is a darling little pup (35 pounds at intake), super sweet, calm, and gentle. She quickly found an adopter.

Gina was scheduled to take Roxy for her spay surgery, but noticed that she was getting pretty fat. At the vet’s office, the vet said she definitely could be pregnant, so they canceled the spay (that vet will not do spay/abort, which is a relatively common practice in many shelters) and scheduled an ultrasound.

Meanwhile, the adopter still wanted to adopt her but was not able to whelp puppies. Gina wasn’t set up to do that either, so I volunteered. After all, it was my post that dragged them all into this. When the vet confirmed that she was six weeks pregnant, we arranged to meet up and transfer Roxie to me. And now she has taken up residence in the puppy room. And she is indeed a sweetheart, exactly as billed.

If the ultrasound is correct, I should have at least two weeks with her before the possibility of puppies. That puts the due date somewhere between May 3 and Mother’s Day.

When the puppies are born, we will likely know whether Roxie got pregnant in the shelter or before arriving there. With the animal crisis growing by the day, it seems insane that the shelter may have added to it. Maybe they assumed it was their only chance and figured if she got pregnant, she would be spayed anyway. Or maybe they assumed that since her kennel mate was only seven months old, he wouldn’t be able to impregnate her.

Who knows. All I know is that we have an impending birth and a beautiful dog whose life and puppies’ lives were saved because one woman spoke up for her.

Rescue truly is random.

Roxie continues to grow larger and sweeter. She is an easy girl to have around. We take regular laps of our back field, and she seems content to snooze her days away in the puppy room. Hazel is spending more time up in the rafters as Roxy is a serious cat chaser (so is Amelia).

If you’re local to me, I could really use more towels. Fostering puppies is towel intensive and my supply has dwindled! I need both bath and hand towels.

Meanwhile, I still have three amazing pups looking for homes of their own!

If you’d like more information about them, click on the “Foster Dogs Available for Adoption” tab I created on the blog’s main page. (and please share it!)

It’s been a long morning, so I’ll cut to the chase… (I can’t tell you how many as things are still not completed, but suffice it to say no one guessed a high enough number!)

I’ll tell you more later this week, or check Another Good Dog facebook group or my socials (FB, IG, or TT) for updates.

Until Each One Has a Home,

Cara

For information on my writing and books, visit CaraWrites.com.

If you’d like regular updates of all our foster dogs past and present, plus occasional dog care/training tips, be sure to join the Facebook group, Another Good Dog. And if you’re on TikTok, you can find regular videos of my current fosters, dog news/tips, and more if you follow me there.

And if you’d like to know where all these dogs come from and how you can help solve the crisis of too many unwanted dogs in our shelters, visit WhoWillLetTheDogsOut.org and subscribe to our blog where we share stories of our travels to shelters, rescues, and dog pounds, plus ideas, solutions, and resources to hep shelters save lives.

If you can’t get enough foster dog stories, check out my book: Another Good Dog: One Family and Fifty Foster Dogs. Or it’s a follow-up that takes you to the shelters in the south, One Hundred Dogs & Counting: One Woman, Ten Thousand Miles, and a Journey Into the Heart of Shelters and Rescues.

I love to hear from readers and dog-hearted people! Email me at carasueachterberg@gmail.com.

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A Mama’s Instinct

The natural instincts of animals are remarkable. Spending so many of my hours with animals in the course of a lifetime, I’ve come to respect this, but I’ve also come to wonder at length about human instinct and whether we are compelled to follow it the way animals do, but that is decidedly a topic for another post.

A week ago today, I had just finished a post about Thelma’s arrival and the happenings in this foster house, when Continue reading “A Mama’s Instinct”

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Time for some Puppies!

Puppy watch has begun in earnest. After a week of her temperature holding steady at a consistent 100 degrees, this morning Thelma’s temp dropped to 98.7. She is still happy to see me and thumps her tail, but she doesn’t get up and climb over the side of the whelping box to greet me.  More tellingly, Continue reading “Time for some Puppies!”

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Welcome to the World, Puppies!

The last time I whelped puppies, it didn’t go so well. It’s been over 18 months since that tragedy, but it still crept into the back of my mind when I watched Dixieland in the whelping box.

Fostering a pregnant dog is exciting and amazing, but it is also terrifying. These dogs come with no history, no prenatal care, lots of stress (theirs and yours), and normally no timeline. I was lucky to have a general idea of when Dixie’s pups were due because of the x-ray she had to check out her broken back leg.

As the days ticked past the ‘due date’, Continue reading “Welcome to the World, Puppies!”

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Am I Becoming a Broken Record?

I’ve been kicking around ideas for this post—lots to say, not enough space (the usual for me).

My thoughts are scattered because part of me is in North Carolina worrying about the dogs at the three shelters we visited who were all evacuated. I know they’re confused and frightened, but so far, at least, I know they are safe.

In a news story about the Anson shelter, I saw footage of several of the dogs I met – Oreo (who is coming to my home at the end of the month), the Great Dane that Lisa and I flirted with (whose destiny is uncertain), Sparky (the shy, adorable pit mix with bandit eyes that Lisa coaxed out to say hello to us), and a large gray pitbull whose sad face I’ve been carrying around with me ever since I met him. Of all the dogs we met, his eyes seemed to sear my soul – the depth of sadness and the resignation broke my heart.

Seeing those friends crammed in crates and stacked in a van, while the people around them talked in panicked voices and the flood water closed in on them was unbearable. I want to be down there, doing something, and yet again, Continue reading “Am I Becoming a Broken Record?”

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Our Tragic Weekend

If it’s painful, you become willing not just to endure it but also to let it awaken your heart and soften you. You learn to embrace it.
– Pema Chodron

The heavy sadness that followed me everywhere this weekend despite the sunshine, seems to have let up a bit. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’ve had my first real sleep in three nights or that the tide has truly turned in my puppy pen.

If you’ve been following on the Facebook Another Good Dog group, you know that it has been a tragic few days here.

After three nights of nearly no sleep, it’s hard to remember the order of events, so I hope you’ll forgive me if I mix up a detail or two.

As I mentioned in the previous post, Darlin’s temperature dropped soon after she arrived here Thursday afternoon which meant that labor was imminent. Continue reading “Our Tragic Weekend”

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What Difference a Day Makes

What a difference a few days make in the life of a foster dog home. We started this week with two fosters and the certain knowledge that Vera was going home on Friday to her forever family who had come to visit and spent a good hour with her -walking her, playing with her and falling in love. Estelle would leave the next week after her spay surgery with a delightful family who live just over the line from us in Maryland.

Fast forward two days—there is an urgent plea for fosters. Could I take a pregnant dog or a litter of nine puppies who could be flown in (yes, flown in) on Thursday? My puppy room was empty and my two fosters all set. Another litter? A pregnant dog? Either option would be fun and sure, I could use a break from the editing grind to drive to the airport in my favorite state.

I decided to go with door number one because door number two was nine definite poopers and door number one came with the excitement of delivery and the possibility of many fewer puppies. A gamble, I know, but I was taking my chances and going with the devil I didn’t know.

So yesterday, I drove to Warrenton, Virginia to pick up my newest mama dog. She is not a spring chicken and this is not her first rodeo, but gosh, doesn’t she melt the heart?

I had all kinds of silly names picked out (with the help of my family the night before), but upon meeting her silly didn’t seem appropriate. She’d been Darla at the shelter and I took to calling her Darlin’ so that’s her new name—Darlin’. I’m going to give the pups ‘pet names’ like schnookie-puss and sweetems. Anybody got a good one for me?

Darlin’ liked the whelping box and hopped right in upon arrival. She’s been there ever since and her temperature has dropped to 98.9, a sure sign that labor is imminent! I’m spending my day with my laptop on my lap in the puppy room, waiting.

But wait! Isn’t it Friday? Isn’t Vera leaving today? Nope. Sadly, her wonderful adopters had a health emergency. Everyone is going to be fine, but they won’t be adopting a dog at this time. No one in my house was upset at the idea that Vera would have to stick around. That said, four dogs plus who-knows-how-many puppies is pretty much my capacity so please spread the word that I have a 60-pound, cat-chasing lovebug looking for a home!

And if you want to follow the birth, as it happens, be sure to join the Another Good Dog facebook page where I’ll be posting updates and maybe even do a live feed after everyone has arrived.

If you’d like to know more about me and my writing, I’d be thrilled if you checked out my website, CaraWrites.com, where you’ll find links to all my books, my other blog, and far too many pictures of dogs!