Month: April 2016

Beau, the foster/hospice dog

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“Within the first month of adopting Beau, he was photographed in Central Park and his image was posted on Rosie’s Dog Treats.  Fosterdogsnyc has a partnership with different pet vendors and supports their foster  families by providing them with resources.

We got a huge Harry Barker bed, toys and the treats with Beau’s image.

They also take care of his vet bills and medications. Beau takes $200.00 worth of medications per month.

The ease in which he’s integrated with our family has been great.

Once I took him off leash, it was like he had always belonged.

Now he sleeps in my bed at night with the other animals.

When his coughing is exacerbated I feel helpless and it’s terrible, but it makes me happy to know he will finish out his days with love, and getting good care.

I actually think Beau will die of old age before his heart gives out.”

Beau, the foster/hospice dog (part 2)

“I already had Oliver, who I adopted when I was in California.  Oliver was a rescue from a low kill shelter and I moved to New York soon after I got him.

I also have 3 cats.  With Oliver, 3 cats and Beau, it’s a full house.

When Beau came to my apartment he didn’t really interact with the others for the first few days.

After about 3 days he started coming into my room at night and sleeping in the dog bed.

It was about 6 weeks before beau’s personality started to show.  He got a big smile and had a spring in his step.  Going off leash in the park changed him.  He was so used to being around a lot of dogs that while in the park (with other dogs) he was in his element.

He was one of 2 thousand dogs in Korea that were going to be eaten.

He was lucky enough to be rescued because he was small and easy to transport.

They didn’t know about his heart condition.

We nicknamed him Chow because he was going to be chow and we thought it was ironic.”

 

Beau, the foster/hospice dog

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“I had another fospice (foster/hospice) dog through Second Chance.  She was older and so easy going.

Basically fospice is a dog that has been diagnosed with a terminal illness or a really old dog.

Both are hard to get adopted.

After the last dog, Maddie, passed away (she was old and had a problem with her spleen that was not treatable), we got Beau.

I saw him on fosterDOGSNYC.org and thought he looked like a nice little old man.

It said he had a heart condition and was around twelve.  I contacted fosterDogs and filled out an application.

A week later, Beau joined our family.”

Stanley,the red Poodle (he said, part 4)

“One of the scariest moments after having him for about a month was when he was lethargic and and salivating a lot.  He just wasn’t himself.

I thought he was going to die.

I panicked.

We took him to the vet and she said it was probably a food allergy.  We gave him a Benadryl and switched his food.  He was fine after that incident.

In general, he’s a fun loving dog and entertaining dog to have.

He’s very friendly to everyone and he always wants to play.

We have a new responsibility together so we have to work as a team to make sure Stanley is taken care of.  That work has brought us closer together.

We are more of a family.

Stanley, the red Poodle (he said part 2)

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“I’ve wanted a dog for 5 or 6 years and decided when I finished school, that would be the right time.

I knew that I wanted a poodle.  I found a breeder online that my partner and I liked.  She had good reviews and when we contacted her she was very responsive.

She happened to be having a litter when we wanted a dog, so we decided to go for it.

We had never had a dog before and this particular breeder was helpful in guiding us through the adoption process.  She sent us weekly photos from the time he was born until he was 8 weeks old, when we had him flown from Alabama to NYC.

Once he arrived we got a trainer to help us with the fundamentals.  She helped with crate training, housebreaking and basic commands.

I underestimated how much energy poodles and puppies have.

We walked him a lot and went through lots of rope toys (that he chewed through).

We had to change our expectations for being social.  We couldn’t be away from home for too long.  He required our constant attention for about 4 or 5 months.  We weren’t comfortable leaving him in his crate for more than 2 hours.

As a pianist I thought playing classical music would calm him down, but when he wants to play there’s no stopping him. When I am practicing at the piano he brings me a shoe to get attention (because he knows he’s not supposed to take them).

He lets me know when he likes my playing.  He lies under the bench raptured in the music.

Music (especially classical) really does soothe the Standard Poodle.”

 

Kirsten, the animal lover and pet care giver (part 1)

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“I started grad school and dropped out within a couple of weeks.

I needed a job.

My roommate was a dog walker for a company and got me a job as an assistant.  I worked for them for 2 years before I went out on my own.

What was funny for me, was that when I was a kid, pet care was my first job.

I grew up in the suburbs and when my peers started babysitting, I would feed my neighbors cats, take in the mail and general house sitting stuff.

As an adult, whatever jobs I had often involved pet sitting (on the side) for co-workers.

I didn’t put it all together, or see where I was headed until I started dog walking.

I think I could do this for a while, but I don’t really know.

All of the dogs that I’ve taken care of give me…

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