And They Decided to Rename her "Libby."

Update to the previous post regarding Shelly.

Shelly has made a quick and full recovery from her injuries! Hooray for puppy antibiotics and pain killers!

Shelly was also adopted by a wonderful family who has two other dogs and have (in the 4 days she has lived with them) spoiled her absolutely rotten! We all knew it was a perfect match when her new owners picked her up, starting rubbing her back and she fell asleep.

In regards to her siblings, this is what we found out: All in all there were 9 pups in the litter (and, just FYI, no they did not have a litter permit). Two puppies died shortly after birth, leaving 7. One was adopted by another neighbor, which makes 6. Shelly was saved which left 5. One was sold to another neighbor leaving 4. Three were stealthily (and law-abidingly so) taken by an animal rescue group which left the one which the owner refused to give up. I am aware the district attorney was involved and legal proceedings have begun against the family. A few of the later rescued puppies were not in the best of health and since their removal on Saturday evening, we have not been updated on their status.

Wilson and I are extremely grateful to all those who expressed their anger, disgust, interest and energy in our quest to get these animals to a safer location. Thanks to those who put the word out looking for new parents for little Shelly. Her new family loves her to no ends and in her Liberation, have rightfully so, renamed her.

And I Decided to Call Her 'Shelly.'

Saturday afternoon a good friend/neighbor called to ask for help with a puppy she took from another neighbor. Wilson and I made our way back from shopping and found this cute little thing being coddled by the friend/neighbor:



She was scared and shaky and listless and clinging on to life. Mostly because she also came with this (WARNING: Potentially disturbing photo):



And this:



We don't know exactly what happened, and this photo is the cleaned up mess. We spent about 4 hours at the Animal Emergency Center where, thankfully, she had no broken bones, no major infections and was overall in good general health. The friend/neighbor rescued her from the house across the street after she heard her crying all day. We're all just a little bit concerned about the fact that there are four or five other pups out there. Even more concerning is the thought that maybe they were using poor little rescued pup as a punching bag.

So, we've done the rescuing, the medicating, the feeding and now we need to find the housing. We're all hoping she makes a speedy recovery and she will find a good home. Which is where you, good reader, come in. Please, please, please make some calls, send some emails - this little puppy needs a home. A quiet home where she can recover and be loved.

She's about 8 weeks old, a boxer/lab mix and currently in an e-collar while she recovers.

Here's one more pic, just for cuteness' sake:

A Collective Middle Finger to Society

Today's story involves a man in a beat up white ford taurus trying to merge from the left lane into the right lane (where I was) when there was literally two feet in between my front bumper and the mudflaps of a semi-trailer. His response to my honking in order to get his attention and divert his fiberglass front end from meeting my left headlight - the middle finger.

Approximately 2 minutes later, he zips past me honking and again waving his finger and then waving good-bye ... he's so polite!

Just for clarification - The reason I did not let you merge (because I believe he is reading this right now) was not because I was so egotistical that I could not stand to be one more car away from being home, but because I feared my insurance rates climbing due to the collision that was to ensue. Thanks old ford taurus driver! I hope you feel better.

Part two involves my neighbor across the street asking me to help her move her fridge and stove to her new house at 7 and then never showing up.

Thanks across the street neighbor!