Some of you dear readers recall that we adopted a rescued doberman a few years ago, summer of 2007. I found her through a favorite bird blog; where else would you expect to find information about adopting dobermans? 🙂 The blogger posted a sweet picture of the doberman his family had taken in, and linked to a favorite rescue group, Special Needs Dobermans. Powerless to resist, I clicked through. I ended up writing to the group to ask if they had any senior dogs they were trying to place – someone who could be a nice companion for Baxter.
Longtime readers might remember Baxter. He was a “NYC street dog” who attached himself to me and my other dog, Bear, one evening in 1994 as Bear and I walked to Fort Tryon Park. He was malnourished, banged up from a fight, and dragging a dislocated leg (yes, his own). He was about 1 year old, and was gracious enough to hang around with us for another 15 years. Baxter seemed quite lonely after Bear died in 2005, and eventually we thought it might cheer him up to have another companion. But since he was getting on in years, we wondered if he would prefer someone close to his age and temperament. Hence my inquiry about senior rescue dogs.
Special Needs Dobermans put me in touch with another rescue group, Doberman Pinscher SOS here in California. We didn’t start this process thinking, “we’re going to adopt a doberman.” Never really crossed our minds. But the photos I saw, and the profiles I was reading, and the information both rescue groups provided about how hard it is to find homes for adult dobermans, were sucking me in. I wandered around the Dobie SOS web site, still intending to look for an older dog. But suddenly I saw “Tia’s” picture and was captivated. I called the Better Half over to look, and we decided we had
to meet her. Eventually, we learned Tia’s story: an LA county shelter called Doberman SOS to alert them that a doberman had been turned in. That dog was not Tia, but the rescuer took a quick walk through the shelter while she was there, spotted Tia, and decided to take her, too. Just like that, Tia’s luck changed: she went from almost-certainly-doomed, into the safety of an amazing rescue group that will take care of its charges all their lives if they never find a permanent home. Would that millions of other dogs a year get this lucky. We drove 3 hours to meet Tia, fell in love with her, made sure Baxter approved, and adopted her.
She instantly bonded with Baxter. But when Baxter died in 2009, Tia had to get used to being an only dog. We fostered a rescued hound for several months last year, but he couldn’t stop chasing the cats. With the help of Beagles and Buddies, Cooper found a more appropriate home. And Tia was alone again.
Then last summer, the Better Half read a story about Muttville, a Bay Area-based group that specializes in rescuing and placing senior dogs. Once again, I scoured the web site reading sad stories and looking for cat-friendly dogs. I spotted this wonderful guy – a (then) 10-year old miniature poodle, “Sheppy,” who needed a new home. We met for a play date, Tia seemed to like
him, and we adopted him.
All’s well that ends well… except for one weird complication. Tia is a worrier by nature – a “stressbot,” as her vet says. She needs lots of exercise to burn off the energy that she would otherwise devote to worrying. Before Sheppy moved in, Tia and I had developed a pretty good running routine in McLaren Park. Sheppy is in great shape, but he has to do a lot of work to keep up with a human and a doberman, so he couldn’t run with us. But if he’s not coming, Tia won’t go! I leash her up, take her outside, and as soon as she figures out that I’m actually thinking of leaving without Sheppy, she sets her parking brake and refuses to budge. If I get too insistent about it, she will actually collapse to the ground – dead weight.
Lots of it. As a result of her firm “I won’t go anywhere without Sheppy” stance, Tia has put on at least 5 pounds in the last year. That’s a lot of poundage for a dog, the equivalent of a nearly 30-pound weight gain for you or me. I was desperate to figure out a way to get her running again. “What about a jogging stroller?” I asked the Better Half, who looked at me like maybe I wasn’t quite grasping the connection between running and weight loss: how would a jogging stroller help Tia lose weight? “To put Sheppy in! We could strap him in, and Tia can run alongside!” We both know it won’t be THAT easy; Tia – who is near-phobic about novel objects – will need to be introduced and then gradually habituated to the stroller before team-running is possible. But it seemed worth a try. Now… to find a stroller.
Enter Freecycle. Last night, a Freecycler posted an offer for an 8-year old, well-loved jogging stroller! I wrote and told her my plan, and she gave it to me.
Now I just have to fix the brake (although, at 20 pounds, Sheppy won’t exactly turn this buggy into a runaway train) and make certain that Sheppy can be securely strapped in. Then we begin habituating Tia to her big blue running companion. THEN we’ll make our maiden voyage. I’ll keep you posted.
Each of the rescue groups I mentioned here is doing amazing work in very trying economic times, and can really use your support:
P.S. (Update) Just found this photo and had to add it – Bear and Baxter, circa 1994, not long after Baxter found us.
adopted a rescued doberman a few years ago,
summer of 2007. We did not go looking for a
doberman specifically; I stumbled onto her.
I was reading a favorite bird blog, and the
writer posted a picture of the doberman they
had just adopted http://birdfreak.com/a-
break-from-birding/. They linked to a
particular rescue group, Special Needs
Dobermans http://birdfreak.com/a-break-
from-birding/, and I clicked through to
their site. I’m kind of a “special needs”
softie. I ended up writing to the
coordinator of that group to ask if she had
any senior dogs she was trying to place.
Longtime readers might remember Baxter.
Baxter was a “NYC street dog” who attached
himself to me and my other dog, Bear one
evening in 1994. He was about 1 year old,
and was gracious enough to hang around with
us for another 15 years. Baxter seemed
quite lonely after Bear died in 2005, and
eventually we thought it might cheer him up
to have another companion. But since he was
getting on in years, we wondered if he would
prefer someone close to his age and
temperament. Hence my inquiry about senior
rescue dogs.
Special Needs Dobermans put me in touch with
another rescue group, Doberman SOS here in
California. I wandered around that web
site, still intending to look for an older
dog. But suddenly I saw “Tia’s” picture and
was captivated enough that I had to meet
her. Eventually, we learned her story: an
LA county shelter called Doberman SOS to
alert them to a doberman that had been
turned in. That doberman was not Tia, but
the rescuer took a walk through the shelter
while she was there, and spotted Tia. She
decided to take her, too. Just like that,
Tia’s luck changed: she went from almost-
certainly-doomed, to an amazing rescue group
that will take care of its charges all their
lives if they never find a permanent home.
Would that some XXX,000 other dogs a year
get this lucky. We drove 3 hours to meet
Tia, fell in love, and adopted her.
She instantly bonded with Baxter.
But when Baxter died in 2009, Tia had to get
used to being an only dog. We fostered a
rescued hound for several months last year,
but he couldn’t stop chasing the cats. With
the help of Beagles and Buddies, Cooper
found a more appropriate home. But Tia was
alone again.
Then last summer, my better half read a
story about Muttville, an SF-based group
that specializes in rescuing and placing
senior dogs. Once again, I poked around the
web site. I spotted this wonderful guy – a
then-10-year old miniature poodle, “Sheppy,”
who needed a new home. We met for a play
date, Tia seemed to like him, and we adopted
him.
All’s well that ends well, except for one
weird complication. Tia is a worrier by
nature – a “stress-bot,” as her vet says.
She needs lots of exercise to burn off the
energy that she would otherwise devote to
worrying. Before Sheppy moved in, Tia and I
had developed a pretty good running routine
in McLaren Park (trail shot). Sheppy is in
great shape, but he has to do a lot of work
to keep up with a human and a doberman, so
he couldn’t run with us. But if he’s not
coming, Tia won’t go! I leash her up, take
her outside, and as soon as she figures out
that I’m actually thinking of leaving
without Sheppy, she sets her parking brake
and refuses to budge. If I get too
insistent about it, she will actually
collapse to the ground – dead weight.
Lots of it. As a result of her firm “I
won’t go anywhere without Sheppy” stance,
Tia has put on about 7 pounds in the last
year. That’s a lot of poundage for a dog –
the quivalent of a nearly 30-pound weight
gain for you or me
http://www.hillspet.co.uk/weight-
loss/Dog/Weight-check.aspx. I was desperate
to figure out a way to get her running
again. “What about a jogging stroller?” I
asked the Better Half, who looked at me like
maybe I wasn’t quite grasping the point of
running. How would sitting in a jogging
stroller help Tia lose weight? “To put
Sheppy in! We could strap him in, and Tia
can run alongside!” We both know it
wouldn’t be THAT easy; Tia – who is near-
phobic about novel objects – would need to
be introduced and then gradually habituated
to the stroller before running would be
possible. But it seemed worth a try.
Now… to find a stroller.
Enter Freecycle. Last night, a Freecycler
posted an offer for an 8-year old, well-
loved jogging stroller! I wrote and told
her my plan, and she gave it to me.
Now I just have to fix the brake (although,
at 20 pounds, Sheppy won’t exactly turn this
buggy into a runaway train) and make certain
that Sheppy can be securely strapped in.
Then we begin habituating Tia to her big
blue running companion. THEN we’ll make our
maiden voyage. I’ll keep you posted.
Very funny–hope it works. We were just talking about how we’d get the dachshund out if we get a new young dog who needs lots of exercise. I reminded Sherman there is a lady on our block who walks her cats in a stroller, except I think a dachshund won’t like sitting as well as some other breeds. We’re still pondering what might work for Abel. Enjoyed seeing all your other furry friends.
You just rescued ME from the doldrums.
🙂 Glad to be of help!
Oh, I love this!! And the pictures are great. I haven’t met Sheppy yet so that means we are waaayy overdue for a visit. I’ll have to make that happen soon. Love you guys!! (gals!)
I would give anything to see this in action! Hilarious. If the stroller doesn’t work, consider a baby backpack for Tia to carry her companion.
That’s not a bad idea! Tia has a doggy backpack, but Sheppy would have to ride in one compartment and that would be a little awkward. 😉